A strange world

Chapter 940 Section 171. Three Stories

"vomit……"

Francois hurriedly ran out of the big house and vomited on the roadside.

He tried his best...but the rat meat was filled with a strange smell that was difficult to swallow, and it even reminded Francois of the smell under the skirt of a woman who had a very immoral private life.

"I didn't expect you to actually eat rat meat..." Lame Babu walked out with a smile.

As the cold night wind blew by, Francois felt better and raised his head: "But I still vomited it out."

"It doesn't matter. You have proven that even a noble can eat rat meat. They have no excuse anymore."

"Don't say that name..."

Francois was gagging again.

What can I say about the taste of boiled rat meat... It's like throwing unprocessed chicken, beef and sheep butts into a pot and cooking them. It takes exquisite cooking skills and spices to cover up the smell. They had no spices other than salt and only one chef who was good at cooking the ingredients.

"Eating it grilled should mask the smell."

“But the barbecue smells great.”

"It doesn't matter, rat meat is cheap enough for everyone on this street to get a piece."

Francois and Lame Babu return to the big house. It was painful for the gangsters to eat, but luckily no one vomited it up.

After observing for a while and confirming that no one felt uncomfortable, Francois asked the chef to prepare wood and a grill to grill the rat meat again on the street.

Any meat tastes delicious when grilled, even human flesh.

The aroma of sizzling roasted rat meat will soon attract half the street. They had gone to bed early to ward off hunger, but they were awakened by the scent and couldn't sleep anymore, so they gathered around the fire.

Those hungry eyes made the gangsters of the Salted Fish Gang holding weapons swallow uneasily.

"Boss, do you want to drive them away?"

"No, give them the roasted meat."

"oh."

More and more residents know that meat is growing here and gather around in the increasingly cold nights.

Dahl led the people to stare at the street, while Francois said to the numb people: "I'm here to help you. If you still want to eat, just hide this matter in your stomach, and don't ask for anything from outsiders." explain."

A woman with a sad face said: "What if my family asked..."

That's what Francois was waiting for: "Then bring them here."

As time went by, almost everyone from the whole street came.

The chef roasted it all night. Fortunately, there is no technical content in this kind of thing. Just cook it once and roast it again. The gangsters took turns roasting all the rat meat they bought and distributed it to everyone.

Lame Babu followed and did not go to rest. He stood by the campfire and slowly told the story on the leaflet:

"A foreigner came to the Dawn Tavern in Liberty City and asked the waiter for a glass of Fire Tequila and how much it cost. The waiter told him: '15 copper coins.' The foreigner said in surprise, 'I bought a Fire Tequila for 50 silver coins. Wine, why is it so cheap? 'Is it because the local wines are inferior..."

"The stranger told him that this is a game in Liberty City. Everyone who sits on this table has to pay for the previous guest, and the previous guest happened to buy a glass of rye. The foreigner suddenly felt guilty for his previous dark thoughts. He blamed himself and asked curiously: 'What if the previous customer bought the most expensive wine?' The waiter said: 'People in Liberty City are honest and trustworthy, and they regard this as a friendly game.'"

"The foreigner felt guilty after hearing this, because the fire tequila he wanted was very expensive, so he took out a guinea and said: 'Tell the next guest that I will buy him a glass of fire tequila.' This is Liberty City , it can naturally inspire people’s good character.”

The story of Lame Babu evokes a cry of longing for beauty.

Then he told the second story:

"A businessman from the Kingdom of Rekaner came to Liberty City with a convoy to do business. He saw a long queue in front of the door. It would take several hours to enter the city, so he got to the front and wanted to sneak it to the city guard. He asked him to let him in first. The city guard flatly refused and told him that he should not do this. It turns out that in Liberty City, any citizen has the right to supervise officials.

"Uncle Babu, are you telling the truth?" a resident couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, our Mr. Olme is a noble from Free City. He brought you food and herbs."

Lame Babu told a third story:

"In the winter of the first millennium of Saint Laurent's calendar, the snowy mountain fortress in the north fell due to the betrayal of the Kingdom of Rekaner. Demons and ratmen marched southward in large numbers, and countless civilians were displaced. On this day, Losi of the Guards Corps captured a The old lady who stole from the bakery will be put in jail after trial according to Liberty City regulations."

"In the Liberty City court, the judge asked: 'Madam, you stole the bread from the bakery, right?' The old lady lowered her head, full of fear and cowardice for the future: 'Yes, your honor, I stole it. The judge asked her: "What is your motive for stealing bread? Is it because you are too hungry?" The old lady raised her head and looked at the judge and said: "I am very hungry, but I need bread to feed me more." My two grandsons who have lost their parents have followed me from the war-torn north and have not had anything to eat for several days. I cannot stand by and watch them starve.'"

After hearing the old lady's words, the audience was filled with low chatter. The judge knocked the gavel and said solemnly, 'Silence, I will announce the verdict next. Madam, you have two choices: a fine of ten times the value of the stolen goods, or imprisonment for 10 days. 'The old lady said with a painful and repentant expression: 'Your Honor, I have broken the law and am willing to accept the punishment. But if I had money, I would not steal bread. And if I accept imprisonment, who will take care of the two little grandchildren? '"

"The judge's expression became more relaxed, and he said: 'This is what I will say next. The Free City Code is sacred and inviolable. Whether it is a king or a beggar, it must be observed. So you must be punished. But if you choose to fine ten times the value of the stolen goods, I will pay this money for you privately. If you accept the punishment of being imprisoned for ten days, Free City will take care of your grandchildren on your behalf. '"

"The old lady covered her mouth with emotion and said: 'This... is this true? 'The judge nodded: 'Of course. If a person commits a crime for money, then that person is guilty. If a person commits a crime for bread, then that country is guilty. '"

"Wow--"

The crowd around the fire exclaimed.

"Okay, the story is over, you should go back and rest." Lame Babu said like coaxing a child.

Because of his prestige in this street and Francois and the three stories, people gradually dispersed and returned to their homes.

It doesn't matter whether these stories are true or not.

What matters is that people's hope has been rekindled in their hearts.