A strange world

Chapter 999 Chapter 230. What the New King Sees

"Are you just a rich person who spends money to go out to play in the outer city?" Sheafield looked at Annan a few times, "The aristocrats have really unique ways to play..."

There are some people who you can tell what they do at a glance, 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 people who have never been exposed to 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 you encounter a danger that cannot be solved, we can fly separately when the disaster strikes."

"No problem, can I avenge you?"

"Your cousin gave it to you, but I don't mind if you want to give me another."

"Forget it."

Sheafield clicked his tongue, as if he had never seen such a stingy noble.

"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."

"I'm taking it with me."

Annan shook his hand, and Sheafield's eyes followed the ruby ​​flying 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 his 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 wandered 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. They were simply 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 knew what kind of place ordinary people lived. They barely had a draft-proof residence and had to work for a whole day in exchange for food for tomorrow. We also know what 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, and 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...

Annan and Maria seemed to have entered a suspended world.

"What happened to them?"

Even the voice sounded abrupt.

"They're 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?" Maria asked.

"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, it means not eating living people." Sheafield looked back and said, "Not eating living people."

Maria knew better. Annan didn't ask any more questions because he blinked when he saw the "corpse".

"help!"

Annan said something and rushed towards the alley.

After running a few meters, two figures passed him one after another.

Maria slowed down and pulled out the dagger as she approached, but Shearfield accelerated and rushed over, walked 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, frowned and said, "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 pulled out a magic scroll in Sheafield's heart-wrenching eyes and tore it open. Milky white light fell on the residents, and their weak and imperceptible breathing gradually became clearer.

Annan looked up 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, take good care of him."

"Who do you think I am?" Sheafield muttered, not wanting to be a burden, until a golden glittering gold coin was thrown to him, he caught it and said in a strong voice: "Don't treat me as a human being!"

Sheafield didn't think much about it, nobles are like this, they don't treat civilians as human beings, but sometimes they are not stingy to show kindness.

Annan glanced at the other people on the street... They need help, but it's not suitable for Sheafield to intervene.

Let the military minister find a reason to deal with them after returning.

Annan did what he thought, and asked Sheafield to carry the residents and lead them back.

Sheafield didn't look like a good person, or rather, he was just a mercenary who was paid to do things.

But he would win over as many as he could.

"Do you know the Free Blade?" Annan asked tentatively.

"Free Blade? It's just the same as the kingdom." Sheafield said with disdain.

"Why do you say that?"

"There is one on the street where I live. He wants people to gather food and money together and give their daughters to them."

"...I am very sure he is not the Free Blade."

"I think so too, because someone informed the city guards, but the city guards, who usually smell benefits like dogs, ignored it."

Is it another trick of the Kingdom of Rekanel pretending to be the Free Blade to oppress its own people?

Such a corrupt kingdom should be overthrown...