Chapter 999 Chapter 230. New King's City News
"Are you just a rich person who spends money to go to the outer city to play?" Sheafield looked at Annan and said, "The aristocrats are really unique..."
Some people you can tell at a glance what they do, and Sheafield is such a person. With his severely faded felt hat, criss-cross scars on his face, unruly broken hair, and pockets all over his body, he almost has the label of "street gangster" plastered on his forehead.
"Why do you say that?" Annan asked.
"Only those who have never experienced cold find it fun to stay in a shabby shack with drafts everywhere." He regarded Annan as a nobleman who was curious about the slums... although it was almost the same.
"Let's make an agreement first. I can only protect you as much as possible. If we encounter danger that cannot be solved, we can fly separately."
"No problem, do I need to avenge you?"
"Your cousin gave it to you, but I don't mind if you are willing to give me another one."
"Forget it."
Sheafield clicked his tongue and seemed not to notice. Such a stingy nobleman.
"I suggest you bring more money. Those people don't care whether you are a noble or not. If you pay the money, you still have a chance to escape. If you don't have money... you can only try your luck."
"Bring it with you."< br>
Annan shook his hand, and Sheafield’s eyes followed the ruby moving in the air.
Just as he was about to warn him not to expose valuable things, Annan put down his hand and hid the magic ring in the sleeve of the loose mage robe.
"Ahem...and her, don't expose yourself as a woman in the slums, especially a good-looking woman."
Maria put on a hood, and the loose mage robe also covered up her beautiful figure.
“Let’s go.”
Sheafield breathed a sigh of relief. These two guys were quite relieved. It seemed that he could get the money easily...right?
He miscalculated.
Unlike other nobles who walked around freshly as soon as they arrived in the outer city, pinching their noses to avoid dirty and chaotic places, these two guys asked where the slums were as soon as they arrived, and then went into the alleys. More skilled than him.
"Okay, I know a place that's not that dangerous, but you guys don't run around and don't ask questions." Sheafield had to say to the two worried guys.
"No problem." Annan agreed happily.
Sheafield led Annan and Maria into an alley, avoiding chaotic and unsafe areas in a roundabout way, and broke into a dark area.
Like Sheafield said, it does present a different scene here.
Annan knows what the place where ordinary people live is like. They barely have a draft-proof residence and have to work for a whole day in exchange for food for tomorrow. I also know what the slums are like, with sewage flowing everywhere, people dying every moment, evil breeding, controlled by gangs, and people willing to do anything to survive.
But in front of me, the wind was howling. The poor and hungry people were leaning against the wall, sitting on the steps at the door of the house, lying in front of the window, or lying next to the gutter, motionless, without any reaction to the outside world...
< br>Annan and Maria seemed to have entered a suspended world.
"What's wrong with them?"
Even the voice seemed abrupt.
“They are waiting to die.”
Sheafield hunched his shoulders, not only because of the cold, but also because every time he walked here he felt creepy, like he was walking into... a cemetery.
“Why?”
Annan swept over the lifeless people. In addition to being skinny, there is also a lack of spirit, as if the soul has been lost, and only a shell is left there.
"Why don't they go hunting and work?" This is Maria asking.
“I have no strength.” Sheafield’s voice was much softer, “If you want to live, you have to work. If you can’t work, you can only die.”
While they were talking, they saw several figures entering an alley, sneaking up to a body whose life and death could not be confirmed, grabbing him and dragging him into the alley.
"No one alive." Sheafield whispered. "Immortal?"
"No, just not alive." Sheafield withdrew his gaze and said, "Don't eat living people."
Maria knows better This. Annan didn't ask any more questions because he blinked when he saw the "corpse".
"Help!"
Annan said and rushed towards the alley.
As soon as he ran a few meters, two figures passed him one after another.
Maria slowed down as she approached and pulled out the dagger, but Sheafield accelerated and rushed over, went around the "unliving people", and dragged them with them.
The two unliving people raised their heads, wondering if they had eaten too many people... Their skin color turned livid, their eyes were as cloudy as the dead, with a hint of scarlet shining in their depths, and their nails were horribly long.
But I don’t have much courage and I don’t have much strength. They were knocked over by Sheafield, who was squeezing over them, and fled into the alley on all fours like beasts.
Annan looked away from the darkness surging deep in the alley and frowned: "What are you doing?"
Sheafield stood up in shock: "Isn't this the help?"
"You have the gift of being my cousin."
"Uh...thank you?"
Sheafield vaguely felt that this was not a good thing to say.
Maria opened the resident's eyes and touched the cold neck: "He still has a heartbeat."
Annan found a magic spell in Sheafield's painful eyes. The scroll was torn open, milky white light fell on the residents, and the weak and imperceptible breathing gradually became clearer.
Annan raised his head and asked Sheafield: "Do you have a place to live?"
"What are you talking about? Do I look like someone sleeping on the street?"
"I'll hand him over to you first and take good care of him."
"Who do you think I am?" Sheafield muttered, not wanting to be an extra burden, until he saw a golden gleaming Jinna When I threw it, he caught it and said vigorously, "Don't treat me as a human being!"
Sheafield didn't think much about it. That's how nobles are. They don't treat civilians as human beings, but sometimes they do. I won’t be stingy with showing kindness.
Annan glanced at the other people on the street... they needed help, but it was not suitable for Shearfield to intervene.
After returning, ask the Minister of Military Affairs to find a reason to deal with them.
Annan did what he thought of and asked Sheafield to carry the residents on his back and lead them back.
Sheafield doesn’t look like a good person, or in other words, he is just a mercenary who gets paid to do things.
But if you can win over one, it counts.
"Do you know the Blade of Freedom?" Annan asked tentatively.
"The Blade of Freedom? It's just the same as the Kingdom." Sheafield said in a disdainful tone.
"Why do you say that?"
"There is one on the street where I live. He wants people to gather food and money together and dedicate their daughters to them."
"... I’m pretty sure he’s not the Blade of Freedom.”
“I also think that because someone reported it to the City Guards, the City Guards ignored him when he smelled benefits.”
Is it another trick of the Kingdom of Rekaner to pretend to be the Blade of Freedom to oppress its own people?
It's better to overthrow such a decadent kingdom...
(End of this chapter)