我在無限遊戲裡封神 (Eng)

62. Rose Factory

There were even mothers or sons who were desperate to keep their dying children or parents alive. They would take the initiative to steal the dry leaf roses to become criminals and then force their families to report them. This way, the other person could get the supply of perfume for 10 years.

But now no one said the reason why they were afraid.

"I don't care if I die or not." One of the vagrants who carried the roses gasped. He looked at the frightened vagrants around him and laughed bitterly. "Mr Bai took such a big risk for us to get this pile of dry leaf roses out. He wasn't afraid of death. Is it our turn to be afraid?"

Someone stood up with a rise. He sighed with a complicated expression before raising his hand resolutely. "Mr Bai is a processing worker. He originally had no worries about food and clothing and could be rich and wealthy for a lifetime. Even so, he is willing to desperately help us and put such a big handle into our hands. He really believes in us pariahs."

The scene suddenly fell silent. Everyone looked at the pile of roses and their eyes became heavy.

"I know that you are all suffering and you are all afraid," The man said while turning to the other porters who stood up. "These flowers were carried by the few of us just now. We discussed it along the way. If any of you really want to get that one year's perfume reward by making a report to the Rose Factory-"

He looked at the mutilated and miserable faces of these vagrants. "Then report us porters, who originally moved them. We can't let the good person who stood up for us die."

"In this era, being a good person means breaking the law. Not everyone dares to take risks to be a good person." He smiled with tears in his eyes. His voice choked up and he raised a hand to wipe the corners of his cracked eyes. "Now without Mr Bai, the next Mr Bai will probably come after my daughter's grandson dies. I don't want him to die. He is too rare."

The man finished speaking. No one moved. They just stood there quietly and motionless.

One minute, two minutes... finally, someone moved.

The young woman who held a child and previously asked a question of Bai Liu handed the child in her arms to the person next to her. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, bending down to hold a large pile of roses in her arms. Then she turned to look at the people who hadn't moved yet.

"This pile of roses should be more than 1 kg." The roses lined her originally deathly white face with a type of rosy anger of a living person. She looked at these people and declared, "These roses were stolen by me. It has nothing to do with Mr Bai."

"I believe that Mr Bai will give my children a new, free world where there will be no more death penalties for stealing the roses." Her eyes were burning and the roses in her eyes were as bright as fire. Her words were clear and determined. "I am willing to die for this."

The eyes of the other people changed.

Gradually, the vagrants moved slowly and hesitantly toward the pile of roses, as if they had made up their minds.

They stepped forward and hugged the roses, the dry leaf roses that wouldn't wither, against their chests. The fire in their eyes bloomed brightly and passionately as they did so.

"This kilogram is mine..."

"My family has three children. Please give me 3 kg..."

"Can I get 10 kg per person? In any case, it is already a death sentence. It can't be worse than now..."

The huge piles of roses gradually disappeared and turned into small bouquets of roses in the arms of each vagrant. They stood in an empty space like actors offered flowers and performing a curtain play called 'Resistance' according to Bai Liu's previous arrangement and thoughts.