Oliver is a melancholy angel who appears in the first third of Orphans of the Mist.
The poor children only get a spoonful of porridge a day, which led Oliver to be adopted by the almshouse after the death of both parents as a child, and now at the age of nine, he has to enter the workhouse's children's workshop like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered to do the rough work of picking hemp. The hunger left the boy hungry in the middle of the night, and in his words, he was afraid that if he lay down, he would eat the children next to him with hunger.
On this day, the children decided to draw lots to select a bird to ask the steward for more food. Eventually, the chore fell on Oliver's head. The children's eyes were full of expectation, but the reality was a stick.
Soon, Oliver's request for more food was reported to the upper board members. They sat in front of a table full of delicacies and scolded Oliver for not knowing how to be grateful, it was really Zhumen wine and meat smelling of frozen bones. Therefore, the almshouse decided to eliminate this hidden danger of rebellion. Under the deacon's control, Oliver was sent for £5 to the Subrey family, who specialized in helping people with funerals, as an apprentice.
Mrs. Subrey is a vicious woman who not only gives Oliver dog food, but also makes him sleep next to the grim coffin. Oliver experienced both physical and mental destruction at a young age, but even so, the strong Oliver still gained a foothold here. Mr. Subrey took a fancy to his naturally sad temperament and made him a child undertaker, which caused the displeasure of Noah, another senior apprentice.
Noah has been bullying Oliver since he first came here, and now he has become even worse, constantly speaking out to humiliate Oliver's dead mother during meals, and Oliver, who has been holding back, finally broke out and beat Noah up. But the momentary anger was exchanged for the collective locking of him in the coal shed, and even Mr. Subreau, who had always protected him, took up a stick and educated him fiercely, and the disheartened Oliver took advantage of the early morning to flee here.
His target was 70 miles away in the foggy capital of London, and along the way, Oliver slept on the haystack by the side of the road when he was sleepy, thirsty for a few sips of dirty rainwater, but hungry but unable to come to the door to beg, and was driven out.
After a few days, Oliver was so hungry that his legs went limp, and finally he fainted on the road with no strength, but fortunately a kind grandmother saved him. Only to retrieve a small life. Grandma cooked her a bowl of hot porridge with what little food she had left, and let her sleep in a warm blanket.
The next day, Oliver, who regained his strength, embarked on the journey again. After seven days, Oliver finally arrived in the foggy capital of London, which was full of traffic but also indifferent. No one noticed the boy who collapsed on the side of the road until he encountered the pickpocket. The same world has fallen, and the clever ghost uses his skills to feed Oliver and bring him back to his lair.
