Chapter 1, Reinhardt with Black Eyes

It hurts, it really hurts me to death. Can't these little ones learn to behave a bit better? Can't they be like Reinhardt and keep everything in order? Oh God, my poor hand, it's definitely going to be swollen and bruised later. If I find out which little one put this table by the door, I... Oh my God!" The priest suddenly slapped his bald head hard, helplessly grunting, "Oh God, forgive your servant, but it seems this table was placed here by me yesterday? Because it was loose, I even said I would fix it this morning."... Oh my God!" The priest suddenly slapped his bald head hard, helplessly grunting, "Oh God, forgive your servant, but it seems this table was placed here by me yesterday? Because it was loose, I even said I would fix it this morning."

A crisp voice curiously asked, "Dear Father Barbie, have you seen God?" A small head with smooth black hair cascading over its shoulders, and eyes sparkling like black jewels, leaned in front of Father Barbie, asking with great curiosity, "What did you see about Old Man Baka? Why can't you tell the bar owner? I am truly sorry for spilling water and getting your robe dirty."

With a helpless gesture, Barbi forced a smile and said, "Alright, alright, stubborn child Reinhardt, you need not always look at poor Father Barbi with such pity. Have I done something wrong? My God, your gaze is even more terrifying than that of the Archbishop from the Holy See! Alright, alright, Father will not ask why you are up so early, fine!"

As he walked, the priest murmured softly: "Ten, nine, eight... Forget it, let these little ones sleep for another ten minutes; today is the weekend, and there is no rush to wake them up. Now, let's do it again: ten, nine, eight, seven... Hmm, let's take a walk by the river instead. Since it is the weekend, the Supreme God has decreed that weekends are a time for rest. As a mere third-class priest, what right do I have to make these children, who are enjoying sweet dreams, wake up early? They are still in their developmental stage; let them sleep a little longer, just a little longer!" Hmm, let's take a walk by the river instead. Since it is the weekend, the Supreme God has decreed that weekends are a time for rest. As a mere third-class priest, what right do I have to make these children, who are enjoying sweet dreams, wake up early? They are still in their developmental stage; let them sleep a little longer, just a little longer!

Bobby paused for a moment, his eyelids fluttering upwards, and quietly asked, "Above? How far above? The Great Ruler Diocese? The German Diocese? The European Diocese?"

He was an old priest with a head full of white curls, a rosy complexion, and a tall stature, resembling a large white bear. He laughed heartily and said: "The bishop of the parish, in order to show respect to that wealthy man, has decided to hold a donation ceremony in Berlin, so our church must have a representative present. You, Babi, yes you, you lazy fellow, no matter what means you use, whether you run there yourself or hitch a ride, you must arrive in Berlin before tonight, otherwise the bishop will turn you into a trainee priest!"

By the time the other children had just brought the clear river water to the wooden house and started shouting and washing up, Reinhardt had quietly entered the dining hall of the church, sitting alone in the corner. A few plump, round women immediately burst into laughter: "Ah, our little angel is the first again; you are much faster than those chattering little ones." One of the chubbiest women grabbed a piece of perfectly baked, rosy bread, picked up a cup of milk, handed it to Reinhardt, and then affectionately twisted his little face playfully.

Barnett and the others heard the screams of the matrons and suddenly realized that, regardless of the circumstances, they had always presented themselves as relatively harmless and honest individuals in front of the priest, the clergy, and the matrons. If the matrons reported what had happened today to the priest, then perhaps they would be expelled from the orphanage. Their fate would be unimaginable! At that moment, these few miscreants honestly stopped what they were doing, turned around, and feigned innocence as they looked at the shouting matrons. If the matrons reported what had happened today to the priest, then perhaps they would be expelled from the orphanage. Their fate would be unimaginable! At that moment, these few miscreants honestly stopped what they were doing, turned around, and feigned innocence as they looked at the shouting matrons

I feel like a sinner placed on trial at the end of the world, receiving judgment. Under Reinhardt's pure, star-like gaze, Babi lowered his head in shame. However, he quickly raised his head and said earnestly: "You heard wrong, you didn't hear anything at all. Would Father Babi deceive you? Reinhardt, why are you up so early? I haven't called you to get up yet. Oh dear, you got up so early to fetch water from the river? Your water has all been splashed onto poor Babi!"

Decker's eyelids flicked upward as he shrugged and said, "Hmm, just a little higher. The status isn't very high, just a cathedral archbishop, two cathedral fathers, and two knights of the Radiant Legion. Well, if you are willing to stay here to host them, then I will have to go to Berlin. Bobby, would you be willing to do that?"

Just as he sat back down in his chair, the big child next to him, whose face was as red as a piece of dead pork, muttered, "Reinhardt, you cunning little Chinese brat, you actually got up early to fetch water and wash up, ha, are you scared? Tsk tsk, we only made you fall a few times over the past few days, aren't you supposed to be smart? Why would you be afraid?" Tsk tsk, we only made you fall a few times over the past few days, aren't you supposed to be smart? Why would you be afraid?

Shaking his head, he carefully covered the bell in his hand, fearing it would make an inappropriate sound. The bald priest swayed unsteadily as he walked towards the riverbank. "Ah, the air is truly refreshing; ah, the sunlight is truly beautiful; ah, these birds and insects are indeed fortunate! The early bird catches the worm, and the early worm is eaten by the bird; this is all immense happiness!" Babbling nonsensically, the priest cautiously avoided the slippery little mud puddles on the forest path, walking carefully through the grass by the roadside. The early bird catches the worm, and the early worm is eaten by the bird; this is all immense happiness!" Babbling nonsensically, the priest cautiously avoided the slippery little mud puddles on the forest path, walking carefully through the grass by the roadside.

The cunning priest effortlessly changed the subject, and Reinhardt quickly exclaimed, "Ah, priest, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I truly didn’t see you just now, the water wasn’t intentionally splashed on you." Seeing that the lower half of Babina's black robe was completely soiled with muddy water, Reinhardt felt a wave of grievance wash over him, nearly bursting into tears.

Father Barbies suddenly jolted awake, quickly straightening his expression, and laughed heartily, saying: "Ah, I thought it was someone else! It is our dear little Reinhardt, isn't it? Did you hear what I just said? No, I swear by the supreme deity, I didn't say anything just now. You must not tell anyone that I informed the bar owner about certain matters, understand? Good children should not lie, did you hear me? Father Barbies didn't say anything at all." No, I swear by the supreme deity, I didn't say anything just now. You must not tell anyone that I informed the bar owner about certain matters, understand? Good children should not lie, did you hear me? Father Barbies didn't say anything at all.

Reinhardt clenched his teeth tightly, remaining silent for a long time. After a while, he finally murmured to himself: "Suffering is also a part of life. When God has destined you to endure pain, just bear it silently. Those who believe in the Most High will have His messengers sent to them, wielding the sword of light to redeem them. Even if one finds themselves in hell, by believing in God and calling upon His name in their heart, redemption is assured."

Reinhardt did not answer his question. Babby continued to ramble on: "By the way, there is something strange. The old ladies said that you fell by the river yesterday morning, the morning before that, and the morning before that. You are the youngest among the children, lacking in physical strength, and it is very easy to fall while carrying a water bucket. What if you fell into the river? Therefore, you should stick with the group in the future. What if you fell into the river and no one noticed? Although the water is shallow, it is still dangerous!"

Reinhardt hesitated for a moment, a resolute light shining in his eyes as he gazed at Father Babi, yet he remained silent. He stood there like a statue, completely motionless. Although he was only five or six years old, he possessed an innate aura of authority that was difficult to confront, making Babi unable to meet his gaze.

Reinhardt was puzzled for a long time, unable to understand the connection between the obedient child not telling lies and Father Babi. However, being a well-behaved child who had been taught by the church since childhood, Reinhardt still nodded and said earnestly: "Yes, Father Babi said nothing at all, but could you tell me what exactly you saw regarding Old Man Baka? Why did you inform the bar owner?" Reinhardt's pure black eyes fixed intently on Babi's, as he earnestly repeated: "Yes, Father Babi said nothing at all, but could you tell me what exactly you saw regarding Old Man Baka? Why did you inform the bar owner?" Reinhardt's untainted black eyes stared unwaveringly at Babi's, causing Babi to feel a wave of unease.

Bobby was still rapping here when a tall figure suddenly burst into the cafeteria. With a loud "thud," Bobby was nearly knocked over by the robust body, barely managing to steady himself. Before Bobby could voice a series of complaints, a booming voice rang out: "Ah, Bobby, Bobby, Father Bobby, what are you doing here? Come on, come on, I have a task for you. A wealthy Chinese man in Berlin has donated one million RMB to our church; you need to go to the parish headquarters in Berlin to accept this donation."

Barbie was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly screamed: "Oh my God, great God, as the priest of the church, it should be you, Father Decker, attending this ceremony, right? Why is it me? I am merely a poor third-class priest, while you, you are a high-ranking third-class parish priest. From any perspective, it should be me staying behind, and you going to Berlin!"

The spring sunlight spreads over the dark soil of the Ruhr area, where tender green grass shoots have just grown to less than two inches high, gently swaying in the chilly wind. A few weary crows caw as they swoop past the treetops, their fierce red eyes quickly scanning the surroundings, hoping to find some luck in locating food to fill their bellies. Their shadows glide over the lush green grass, and the dark silhouettes frighten several chipmunks, causing them to drop their shriveled nuts and hurriedly flee into their burrows.

Lost in thought and contemplating various negative ideas, the priest stumbled out of the small grove without clearly seeing the path ahead, and collided directly with the small white figure.

With a loud slap, Babi gave himself a hard smack on the face, feeling extremely embarrassed as he looked at Reinhardt and forced a laugh, saying: "Ah, I forgot, I am talking to you now, not to Father Dekler. Regarding the evaluation of Barnett and the others, although calling them wild boars is quite a fair description, it shouldn't be something you know... Ah, God, how did I say that again?"

In the almost sacred light, the milky white mist gradually dissipated. From the long row of low houses on one side of the church, a small figure nimbly emerged from the door, resembling a ghost in the mist. Casually, it picked up a small wooden bucket by the door and wobbled towards the riverbank. The morning river breeze, carrying a powdery moisture, playfully brushed against the child's face. The child, who was less than one meter tall, suddenly rubbed his nose and restrainedly sneezed

With a face full of helplessness, the priest glared at the small desk several times in annoyance. He softly recited a few lines of a local disaster-warding incantation that was said to be very effective. The priest grabbed a copper bell hanging from a wooden nail above the door frame and slowly walked towards the row of wooden houses.

No one saw that, in the deepest part of his eyes, two extremely fine lines of silver light flickered for a moment. Subsequently, due to excessive physical exhaustion, overwhelming excitement, and the dizziness caused by a heavy blow to his head, Reinhardt also fell backward, looking up at the sky.

Seeing several maids rushing over in a panic, Reinhardt let out a scream, summoning his last ounce of strength to fiercely hurl the chair in his hand at the nearest unruly child. With a 'bang', it was as if a steel ball had struck an egg; the child's face instantly blossomed with a brilliant spray of blood. With a howl of agony, the child slowly but resolutely fell backward, gazing up at the sky. With a thud, the back of his head struck the corner of a long table, splitting open a large gash, and blood gushed forth in torrents.

The birds with beautiful green feathers flew softly over the beech trees, gliding past the small church roof, heading into the distance. The sunlight bathed the black roof of the church, and the pure silver cross emitted a dazzling brilliance. The long sword, entwined with a garland of roses and a pair of horizontally spread wings, formed the main body of this cross

The side door of the church swung open, and a priest clad in a black robe strode out. He appeared to be around forty years old, with a completely bald head and a bright red, bulbous nose that emitted a constant "snorting" sound. His chubby face was adorned with a gentle, relaxed smile, as if he were in a good mood no matter what he encountered.

Decker glanced around the quiet dining hall, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Children, you will soon have new desks and books. You should hold a heart full of gratitude, for it is thanks to those generous benefactors that we have the bread in our hands and the milk in our cups!" He looked around and suddenly spotted Reinhardt, breaking into a smile: "Reinhardt, come find me in the chapel later; there are some matters that concern you."

A larger child forcefully and discreetly jabbed Reinhardt's rib with his elbow, whispering, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt? Shout it out! Huh? Look, you can choose to report to the nurses, but the consequence is that next time you might accidentally fall into the river? Or, you might accidentally get your head smashed by a heavy object falling from above? Ah, Reinhardt, you despicable guy, do you think you are so great? Look, you can choose to report to the nurses, but the consequence is that next time you might accidentally fall into the river? Or, you might accidentally get your head smashed by a heavy object falling from above? Ah, Reinhardt, you despicable guy, do you think you are so great? We are so much older than you, we in the eighth grade can't pass our tests, yet you score full marks, are you deliberately humiliating us?"

Struggling to break free from Decker's strong grip, Bobby fled the dining hall like a bird taking flight. He murmured softly, "Heavens, the highest-ranking person I have ever encountered in my life was merely a first-class priest, but now, a bishop? Goodness, how many levels separate me from them? I can't even count, surely there must be seventeen or eighteen levels? Oh dear, all I want is to pass my days in this small church, but such high-ranking clergy are more terrifying than devils. I should just go to Berlin!"

Helplessly watching the hint of a smile in Reinhardt's eyes, Barbi nearly fled towards the row of bungalows, the bell in his hand ringing out a crisp sound: "Children, wake up, it's time to get up! Don't sleep in, today is the weekend, Old Barbi has already let you sleep for an extra half hour! Get up, get up, grab your little buckets, go to the river to fetch water and wash up! Hurry up, hurry up, look at little Reinhardt, he has already gotten up long ago." Get up, get up, grab your little buckets, go to the river to fetch water and wash up! Hurry up, hurry up, look at little Reinhardt, he has already gotten up long ago.

Barnett chuckled softly and said to a group of friends beside him, "Hahaha, did you hear that? Our delicate and even more beautiful Reinhardt is not afraid of us! Reinhardt, do you see? My arm is as thick as your thigh, and with one punch, I could leave you lying on the ground for an entire day, unable to move."

Barnett chuckled oddly, casting a glance at his friends, and said with a sly smile: "Why? Because you are the youngest, because your physical strength is the weakest, because you are easy to bully! Especially because your grades are too good, you are too favored by the old ladies, and you are too valued by the priests! You are only six years old, yet you can recite all the scriptures; your every word and action surprisingly carries a hint of adulthood. If we do not bully you, who else shall we bully?"

The clear river water flows along gentle curves, and beside the riverbank stands a row of tall beech trees, their branches shimmering in the sunlight like torches held by the gods. A light morning mist lingers among the woods, mingling with the water vapor rising from the sun, and is dispersed by a gust of river wind. A few small birds, having made their nests in the beech trees, cautiously peek out their fluffy little heads, looking around, and suddenly spread their wings to fly, emitting cheerful chirping sounds.

It was as if he were reciting scriptures; Babi actually went on for five minutes, merely emphasizing that Reinhardt must always maintain a sense of teamwork and that any actions should be taken together with those older children. Then, as if suddenly recalling something, Babi began to praise Reinhardt's intelligence and wisdom, mentioning that he had scored full marks in all subjects in the last examination. Babi sighed in admiration, saying: "Dear Reinhardt, I truly do not understand why you are so intelligent, even more so than Father Habby! You know? You are just over six years old this year, yet you managed to achieve full marks in all subjects of the standard eight-year curriculum. Sigh, compared to you, Barnett and his group of older boys are simply a bunch of wild boars!"

Decker's heavy palms suddenly clamped down on Barbie's face from both sides, pressing inward with force. "Alright, Barbie, I know you want to sneak off to drink, but no matter what, this time you have to go. I have more important matters to attend to." After a pause, Decker glanced at the eager children, their ears perked up as they kept stealing glances in his direction, and whispered, "Someone from above is coming, but we don't know the exact time. So, my most capable priest Barbie, you must go to Berlin and bring back that one million dollar check! With that one million, we can help so many more people, right? Do you understand?"

Reinhardt quietly looked at the child and said softly, "Barnett, I am not afraid of you"

The priest cried out: "Oh, great omniscient God, forgive your humble servant, for I will absolutely not tell the bar owner that our honest and straightforward old man Baka..."

Burnt by jealousy, Barnett cursed venomously: "Reinhardt, your mother must be a whore, a Chinese whore, otherwise how could she have abandoned you in a church in Germany? You must have been raised by a whore, ha ha ha, your mother is a whore, and this hypocritical facade of yours must have been inherited from your whore mother"

Reinhardt refused to back down and suddenly jumped up. Despite being only six years old, he managed to lift a wooden chair weighing at least forty to fifty pounds and jumped a full three feet high. The heavy chair, accompanied by a dull whooshing sound, came crashing down on the head of the child who had just hurled the most insults. That unruly child didn't even let out a sound; he fell backward, and with a loud crash, he knocked over an unknown number of chairs.

Reinhardt was also covered in blood, yet he burst into a hearty laugh, filled with immense joy and delight! His angelic face, at this moment, appeared terrifying like that of a demon, not because of the blood that stained his features, but because, despite his laughter, there was not a trace of mirth in his eyes. His cold gaze resembled that of a ruler wielding the power of life and death.

Reinhardt murmured softly, "Oh God, if You can hear my prayers, please let the time that Father Barbie's mouth speaks each day not exceed three hours! 'Gossiping Barbie,' that name is certainly not pleasant! Dear Father Barbie, all the nearby villages know who 'Gossiping' refers to; perhaps you are the only one unaware of it?" With a helpless glance at the azure sky, Reinhardt picked up the wooden barrel that had rolled off the path and ran towards the river.

Like a child, he excitedly jumped a few times on the ground, wildly swinging his arms. Suddenly, the priest let out a painful grunt and crouched down fiercely, clutching his fists. He looked at a small table by the door and muttered fiercely under his breath: "I swear by the Most High God, this damned thing was not here when I closed the door yesterday. Oh God, my fist!" Taking several deep breaths, the priest slowly extended his right hand, angrily staring at the large red patch of skin on the knuckle of his middle finger. He muttered fiercely under his breath: "I swear by the Most High God, this damned thing was not here when I closed the door yesterday. Oh God, my fist!" Taking several deep breaths, the priest slowly extended his right hand, angrily staring at the large red patch of skin on the knuckle of his middle finger.

On the small face, there unexpectedly appeared a smile that absolutely should not be seen on a mere six-year-old child, a smile that seemed to transcend the mundane, as if it understood everything. The pain inflicted upon him did not affect Reinhardt's tranquil spirit; he silently recited scriptures, slowly closing his eyes, as if the external suffering was an unparalleled enjoyment.

Several bewildered nurses, caught off guard by the sudden chaos, finally shouted loudly: "Stop it all! Barnett, you naughty rascal, stop this at once! Oh my God, no, Reinhardt, please don't!"

Human beings are truly remarkable; children who grow up in the same orphanage can shamelessly insult another child with a similar fate as a "bastard" and even appoint themselves as "master"

The group, including Barnett, who had been smirking, suddenly froze, their expressions turning extremely malicious. Barnett forcefully grabbed Reinhardt's arm and discreetly twisted it. "Reinhardt, you ugly guy with black hair and black eyes, do you dare mock us as wild boars? You damned fellow, apart from relying on a bit of cleverness and your woman-like face to curry favor with the old ladies, what else can you do?"

In their view, all children in the world should be like them—unskilled and idly passing their days, as that is considered normal! But why does a monster like Reinhardt have to appear? Such an outstanding monster makes them seem like garbage, especially given Reinhardt's young age! When a swan appears among a flock of foolish domestic geese, those dull geese will inevitably feel jealous; this is a common aspect of human nature! Such an outstanding monster makes them seem like garbage, especially given Reinhardt's young age! When a swan appears among a flock of foolish domestic geese, those dull geese will inevitably feel jealous; this is a common aspect of human nature! The weaknesses of human nature are reflected here!

Hmm, the early-rising villagers are starting a fire to bake bread, and I can already smell the aroma of bread from the church dining hall. Ah, is that Old Man Baka? How strange, who is that woman beside him? Oh my God, could it be that I have seen something I shouldn't have? Could it be? Our loyal and reliable Old Man Baka actually spent the night in another woman's room? How could he say he was guarding the vineyard against wild boars all day? Our loyal and reliable Old Man Baka actually spent the night in another woman's room? How could he say he was guarding the vineyard against wild boars? It turns out he was off doing these shameful deeds! God, forgive me, I won't tell anyone about what I saw today... If Old Lady Baka finds out about this, she will surely kill Old Man Baka!

A sudden gust of foul wind swept in from behind Barnett, and he felt a darkness enveloping him; in an instant, he was completely unaware of anything!

The ground was very slippery, and the priest accidentally found himself in the middle of the muddy path. The light rain from the previous night had made it as slick as if it were coated in grease. The child, carrying a heavy wooden bucket, had no time to check the road ahead, keeping his head down and walking briskly, only to collide with the absent-minded priest's thigh. The priest lost his balance, let out a muffled "ow" as he slipped, and fell onto the wet, muddy ground, gasping in pain.

The forbidden zone in his heart was suddenly touched. Perhaps Reinhardt could endure all the pain and humiliation of the world, but he could not allow a group of vile people to insult his mother in such a manner! The innate bloodline within him surged with an indomitable spirit, and Reinhardt, with his functioning hand, seized the wooden milk cup from the table and smashed it fiercely against Barnett's large, swollen face. With a sharp crack, Barnett let out a scream, abruptly releasing Reinhardt's arm and jumping up.

Babi's face revealed a smug expression as he chuckled, "Ah, this bucket of beer... Ah, no, Reinhardt, it's alright, it's alright. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Occasionally getting Babi the priest all dirty isn't such a bad thing; after all, it wasn't intentional, was it? As long as you pay attention next time, there won't be any problem!" With some difficulty, he got up from the ground, furrowed his brow, and looked at Reinhardt seriously, asking, "But why did you get up so early to fetch water? Can you tell the priest?"

A strange light flickered in his eyes as the priest clenched his teeth tightly, squeezing out a few words through the gaps: "But I have made my decision to betray my wife, and such behavior should be condemned, so... um, if I sell this news to that stingy bar owner, it should be worth a barrel of beer. This news could provide some amusement for the folks in the nearby four or five towns. Hmm, at least for a month, everyone will be discussing this news, right? As for whether old man Baka will be killed, well, how important is that?"

What kind of child is this? If an adult were to see Reinhardt now, they would only feel a deep sense of fear. Yet, the bullies like Barnett, who run rampant in the orphanage, have no idea what this situation truly represents. They only feel their jealousy intensifying, making it even more unbearable for them. They cannot tolerate the fact that a child can be so outstanding, so transcendent above the rest. The poisonous fire of jealousy burns in their hearts, and it is about to erupt!

All the children screamed and scattered in fear

Reinhardt quickly stood up, bowed respectfully, and said, "Yes, Father." He watched as Dekler walked out with a smile, yet he did not notice the envious gazes of the older children beside him.

A few noticeably taller children than the others walked into the dining hall, just in time to hear the praise from the caregivers for Reinhardt and to see their affectionate gestures towards him. The leading boy, who was stout and had a face as red and swollen as that of a drunken priest, let out a slight grunt through his nose, maneuvered around several long tables, and plopped down right next to Reinhardt. He shouted loudly, "Caregiver, bring us a piece of that bright and delicious bread as well, for we are terribly hungry"

A few unruly children let out lewd laughter, their ages more than double that of Reinhardt, already aware of certain matters between men and women. They whispered mockingly: "I heard that those high-class prostitutes, before taking off their clothes for money, are quite similar to nobles. Look at our Reinhardt, how noble, how holy, how pure he is; such a hypocritical appearance must have been learned from his prostitute mother!"

Like a frenzied lion, Reinhardt lunged at Barnett. "You bastard, you must apologize to me, otherwise, I will not let you go! Barnett, you must apologize to me, otherwise, I will never let you go for the rest of my life! You despicable thug, rogue, scoundrel, hoodlum, you ugly black-haired wild boar!"

Another big boy blocked the gaze of the old women with his body and whispered mockingly, "Ha, Barnett, our Reinhardt might become a priest in the future, and this is a compliment from Father Dekler! A priest, my goodness, what an impressive position! This little fellow is a born clergyman; his daily conduct is all in accordance with God's teachings. Just look at his sanctimonious appearance!" This little fellow is a born clergyman; his daily conduct is all in accordance with God's teachings. Just look at his sanctimonious appearance!

His arm was being twisted violently, and a sharp pain shot through his ribs. Reinhardt, however, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "God tells us that no one can insult you; only you can insult yourself. It is you who insult yourselves, it is you who lack ambition. Why do you resent me?"

Suddenly reminded of Barbie's metaphor regarding Barnett and others, Reinhardt couldn't help but scoff and say: "Ha, the strength of a wild boar is greater, but have you ever seen anyone afraid of a wild boar?"

Reinhardt, who was bleeding profusely from his nose after being struck by Barnett, did not know where he had found the divine strength. He suddenly seized the heavy wooden chair beside him and swung it fiercely at the back of Barnett's head. With a dull thud, blood gushed up to a height of at least one foot, and a large hole immediately appeared on Barnett's head as he collapsed to the ground

A sudden blow struck him on the head, and it was delivered by such a small child. Barnett was infuriated, letting out a loud roar. He no longer cared about the consequences and directly threw a powerful punch at Reinhardt's face, sending him staggering back several steps. He began to curse loudly: "Reinhardt, you filthy bastard born of a whore, how dare you hit your master Barnett? Just watch how I deal with you, you wretched spawn!"

Shaking his head with a slightly mischievous smile, Barbie maliciously patted Reinhardt's head with a hand that had a bit of mud on it, and cheerfully said: "However, you shouldn't do this in the future. Getting up early to fetch water is for your own grooming. The water in this river won't dry up, can't you wait for all the children to wake up and act together with them? Hmm..." Seeing that Reinhardt remained completely still, Barbie helplessly said: "Alright, dear child, I'll go wake up the other children, and you can fetch a bucket of water and then go back to groom yourself. Hmm, I still don't understand why you have to get up so early?"

Upon seeing these older children, the caregivers displayed a hint of displeasure on their faces. They shook their heads and busily got to work. One by one, the children entered the dining hall, where the caregivers provided each child with a piece of bread and a cup of milk, then ushered these loud and boisterous children to sit down neatly in their chairs.

A cold sweat slowly trickled down his forehead, and Barbie wore a silly grin: "Ha, ha, the Cathedral Bishop? The Cathedral Father? The Light Tiger | Knight? Ah, perhaps going to Berlin would be a very good idea. Rest assured, no matter what happens, I will bring back that one million! Ah, you are busy, you are busy, I will set off right away, I will set off right away!"

Father Babi poked his head through the entrance of the dining hall and shouted loudly: "Children, let us pray before the meal; you must sincerely express your gratitude to the divine, for it is the divine that allows us to have our fill!" A few 'gurgles' were heard, and Father Babi's face turned red as he cheerfully said: "Ah, dear grandmothers, please leave a piece of the largest bread for poor old Babi, for I am truly hungry, but I must wait until the children have finished eating before I can have my meal!"