A strange world

Chapter 937 Chapter 168. Blade of Freedom

"Maybe he wants to sell the grain at a high price?"

"That much meat will go bad after just one day. Who are you selling it to?"

"We can make bacon."

"I know Dar, he is not bad in nature." Lame Babu's words made Dar quietly puff up his chest. He raised his head and sniffed: "And I know my nose...the smell of cooking meat."

"I am... Orme is just right." Francois kept his promise, "Then, tell me why you came."

"What if I just come for a bowl of broth?"

"Of course." Francois asked someone to bring a chair.

Lame Babu decided to get straight to the point: "Actually, I want to ask, is there anything I can do to help?"

Francois stared at the lame Babu for a few seconds, then scanned the reactions of Dar and others, turned sideways: "Come in first."

The magic image has been temporarily put away. The meat was simmering in the three large pots, and the meaty aroma began to emerge. The gang members gathered around the bonfire with pious eyes, like some evil ritual.

Asking someone to move a chair to the lame Babu who was holding a cane, Francois stood in front of him: "Frankly speaking, because you came here on your own initiative, I don't believe you... But Dar said you are a mage apprentice, you can still Cure."

"I do know some herbal medicine..."

"How about sharing the food with you and treating the illnesses of my gang members?"

Lame Babu glanced at the honest gangsters: "Is that all you need to do?"

"That's all I have to do for now..."

Francois and Lame Barb lack trust and it takes time to build up.

While the meat was in the pot, Lame Babu checked the conditions of the gang and the children. In addition to those with some untreated injuries, there were also two gang members with fever, which was most likely a precursor to the epidemic.

"But it might just be a fever. Winter is coming and it's getting colder outside. You can keep an eye on it—"

"No, if you need any herbs, I'll give you the money and you can prepare them." Francois said involuntarily.

Lame Babu took a deep look at Francois and said, "I have it in my shack. Let your people go back with me to get it."

Francois asked Little Smoke to follow him, and then followed him from a distance, watching the lame Babu direct Little Smoke to find the herbs without any abnormalities, and then return to the lair before them.

The gangsters gathered around the pot, as if trying to suck up all the air around it.

Francois smelled it: "There's still a little bit of flavor...don't you have any spices?"

"There's salt in the kitchen!"

The former Darl's lackey, now Francois's lackey, ran to get the salt shaker.

"I hid some spices!"

A gangster said, took off his shoes, took out the cloth bag inside, and was kicked away by his companions, yelling and swearing.

At this time, the lame Babu also came back, grinding herbs for the two gang members who had fever, and said: "It should be fine after eating enough and resting for one night."

The meat was finally done, and the meaty aroma that fit Francois's knowledge finally wafted out.

Dahl and the others brought bowls and waited eagerly for Francois to speak.

"Eat it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gangsters swarmed up.

"Don't grab it - don't grab it!" Dar used his old boss's authority to make the gangsters obey, "I'll serve it to you!"

He glanced at Francois cautiously and saw that the new boss had no objection. He gave Little Small a "boy, you're a little too young" look, and proudly directed the gang to grab the sacks of black bread and give them to him. The gangsters scooped up the meat and broth and stuffed it with a piece of brown bread.

The adults ran to the corner to gnaw at the cooked meat, and it was the turn of the greedy children.

At this time Lame Babu said: "Let the child eat less."

Several older children glared at them, but he didn't care: "They have been hungry for too long, and their stomachs will burst if they suddenly eat too much."

"Do as Babu says."

Dar took the children's broken bowls, filled them with broth, and handed them a smaller piece of black bread.

All complaints and dissatisfaction disappeared after taking the first sip of oily broth. The children soaked the black bread that was as hard as a rock into the broth, and it was so delicious that they almost swallowed their tongues.

Dar finally gave Francois a bowl, no soup, just meat, and the bread was better white bread.

"Where did it come from?"

"It saves a lot of money in the kitchen." Dar said with a flattering smile.

Francois took the bowl and bread and walked over to the lame Babu.

Lame Babu waved his hand: "I, an old man, can't eat so much meat."

Francois poured back half of the soup and gave him some more soup. Darl was rude now.

There was no sound in the big room, and there was the sound of chewing everywhere. Dar also filled a bowl for himself, squatted aside and started eating.

The gangsters were lying everywhere with their stomachs bulging out.

After a meal of fragrant and hot broth, the morale of the Salted Fish Gang was at its highest, and no one objected to Francois becoming the boss.

"Do you still have family?" Francois asked.

There was almost a pot of soup and half a pot of meat left.

Orphans are only a minority, most gangsters have families.

"Get them too."

"You can't just leave them here to die, right?" The gangsters hesitated, Francois said patiently. Without giving them time to hesitate, he asked Dar to fetch all the gangsters' families.

"You want to escape from Xing'er City?" Lame Babu's guessed answer was a bit off, "With all due respect...it's the same everywhere else."

"But not outside."

"You want..." Lame Babu wanted to say something, but Francois's attention was on the older child who walked in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

"My mother sold me here..."

"Do you want to bring her here?"

"No." The older child shook his head. This was the part where he hesitated: he didn't like selling his family, but the new boss asked them to...

"Then don't take her."

Francois didn't believe that someone who would sell her own child would follow them firmly - even if she would... There are so many people who need to be saved, why waste it on someone who is not worth saving?

Not long after, the gangsters' families were brought here. In addition to them, there were some residents who saw the grease on the gangsters' mouths and had to pester them to come.

The chef - or rather, the gangster in charge of cooking in the Salted Fish Gang added some water to the broth and boiled three pots of authentic broth, but still gave the family a full meal.

Francois told them his origins in front of Lame Babu: "I'm here to rescue you."

Except for the gangsters who were already dead set on their mission, most of the people were confused, and some wanted to slip away, but were stopped by Little Smo and his men.

"I should have known earlier...you are different from the people here." Lame Babu said with emotion.

"Do you want to join?"

Francois didn't plan to investigate any further. Lame Babu was a prestigious old man here, and his joining could save a lot of trouble.

"Then, can you tell me your name?"

"Salted Fish Gang!" Dahl said loudly.

Francois glanced at him, thought for a while and said: "Free Blade, this is our name."