"Stop, you little bastard!"

The chef wielding a wooden stick also wore a white apron on his chest, and his flour flew as he ran, and he ran after a child with a fierce look.

The child running in front of him looked like a child who no one cared about, the dirty clothes had not been washed for a long time, and where the hole was broken, the small cloth silk flew in the wind, and the messy brown hair was shiny, and I don't know what it was dyed, and some places were so black that people were disgusting to see.

On his feet were ill-fitting shoes, tied nicely with ropes, and he did not lag at all in running, and the reason for his running was only by the bread he clung to in his hands.

People came and went in the street, the lady smiled and covered half of her face with a fan, glanced sideways and walked away, some people would hide a little farther away, whether it was in front or behind, they didn't want to touch any of them.

There were also people, the children who came out with the adults, giggling, some picking up the stones and throwing them at the children, and some laughing at the adults, "Run faster, run faster, drive and drive!"

In the shops along the street, some shopkeepers heard the sound and looked sideways, and would give a kind persuasion to the people behind: "Save your strength, these little cubs, like rats, where can they chase them?"

Who doesn't know that there are many such "little rats" in the city of Pulton, who hide in the dark alleys, in the sewer holes, and under the stone piers of the bridge, one by one, I don't know where they came from, and there are countless of them, like stones on the ground, they are in the way, just kick them farther, do they want to pick them up and smash them?

The benevolent shopkeeper shook his head and sighed when he saw this: "Oh, isn't it just a piece of bread? ”

Some customers frowned slightly: "I really don't know what the patrol police do, don't you care about such a thing?" I'm embarrassed to say that we are also a big city, so messy." ”

The well-dressed and learned gentlemen thought a little more, and they held up their glasses, shook the red wine, and said matter-of-factly: "It's all the fault of the war, how many soldiers died in the Battle of Phoros, those damned Wieners!

All the people are watching like this, no one really cares about where those children come from, and no one cares where they go, they are like garbage in the city, no matter who throws it away, they don't have to worry about who will clean it up.

In fact, there is really no need for them to worry, the law of survival of the fittest is once again embodied in these children, damn dead, alive, in addition to having special talents and being taken away, there are only those cunning and annoying little rats left.

These little rats will grow up day by day over time, they have no culture, they don't know magic, they don't know how to fight, they don't know the people of the country, they don't know the nobility of the Holy See, and their skills are all rogue tricks that can't even be considered martial arts, and all the means of making a living are in the pit and abduction, robbery, and theft, and nothing else.

At that time, there might be victims or some other righteous people to punish these bastards, but now, in the face of them who are still young, even the knights of the Holy See will not rush forward to kill them, pity the young and pity the weak, it is their justice.

Turning a street corner, the chef unsurprisingly chased after the man, and he stood there angrily and yelled for a long time, before everyone realized that he was so angry, not only because he had lost a piece of bread, but also because the little bastard had found out and had knocked over the bags of flour he had bought newly.

Knowing the reason why he was white, some people were laughing, and some people were thinking, don't go to his house to eat for the past two days, who knows if he will pick up those dirty flour and use it.

In fact, it is quite possible, but only the shrewd housewives would think of it, and the others, after laughing, would tell it to others as a little anecdote, and would not think at all that the bread they ate might have been baked with dirty flour.

In the dark corner, a dilapidated basket was placed there, as if it was a garbage basket that was naturally meant to throw garbage at people, and there was already a lot of garbage on it, exuding a strange smell, and people would avoid some of it when they passed by occasionally, so that they could not find that there was actually a hole in the basket that could accommodate young children to get in and out.

"Luneng, look, this is bread, eat it quickly, clean, bread!"

The brown-haired child excitedly ran to the corner of the yard, where there was an abandoned house with clean straw piled up, and a shabby but not dirty sheet wrapped the straw to form a rudimentary bed, on which a blonde-haired boy lay there.

He seemed to be younger, his face was pale, thin as a skeleton, and when he heard the voice, his deep blue eyes looked over, and he slowly hooked a light smile, and then he opened his mouth, and it was a suppressed cough, which shook his chest and rose and fell.

"You eat first, and I'll go get you some water." The brown-haired boy was a little flustered, but after a few moments, he knew what to do, and he shoved the bread into the blonde boy's hand, and turned around to run away.

"No, no, Beer, I don't drink water. ”

The blonde boy, Luneng, had to stop Beer, otherwise he would have to go to someone else's house to steal water again, and at the same time he would steal a vessel containing water, and when the time came, just listening to the movement of his stomach, he would know that he might not be so lucky to come back if he ran again.

In the plot, what happened to this boy named Beer? It seems that he never came back after going out to find food, and they have seen a lot of things like this, and no one is worried at all, even the original owner, who has always been taken care of by Beer as his younger brother, just pouted the corners of his lips, unhappy that he had lost a source of food.

In the world of magic and swords, if you don't have magical talent, and you can't practice fighting spirit, what will happen? You can only fight for reincarnation, and if you are reincarnated, you will become a nobleman, and you can let magic and swordsmen serve him by virtue of your identity, and if you are not reincarnated well, you will become an orphan like them without a father or mother, and it will be a problem to live, where can you consider anything else.

From the high priest respected by everyone to the little mouse that everyone shouts and beats, what is the gap in this life?

Luneng couldn't adapt to the dirty and messy living environment of the rat pile at first, and he had to leave, but Beer really regarded him as his lost brother, and left without saying a word, and it took a lot of hard work for the two to find this hidden location, which was also a bit useful thanks to Luneng's spiritual power, otherwise he would not be able to break the protective formation on the periphery of this uninhabited house.

In a different world, his mental power has to slowly recover from the beginning, so even if they can enter the courtyard wall, they will eventually stop in the courtyard and live temporarily, perhaps this will make the master more tolerant after discovering it.

People who can set up a protective formation for their own house don't seem to be easy to mess with at first glance, if they can, Luneng will never be so unwise when he is weak, but he really can't find another place to live, and he can't bear to watch Beer work hard for his "luxury" requirements.

The so-called luxury is just a requirement of cleanliness, and this is really difficult for them.

Luneng, who took a shower on a rainy day in order to be clean, didn't expect that the cold caused by the insulation problem after taking a bath would make him so miserable now, think about it seriously, it seems that he hasn't been sick for a long time, so, it turns out that the original owner's health is so bad?

In the plot, there is no such thing as eating and drinking, so the trivial matter of illness has never been written, even in the primitive world like the previous life, with the blessing of the orc blood, he has not been knocked down by a minor illness such as a cold at all, and suddenly returned to a normal state, and he was a little overwhelmed all of a sudden.

Beer was also taken aback, and he remembered that some of the people in the rat pile had died of such an illness, coughing, fever, runny nose, and hoarseness......

At that time, he only knew that he was crying with Luneng, and he didn't know what to do at all, or Luneng made his own request, asking for a quilt, hot water, and clean hot water.

For that bowl of hot water, Beer was held down and beaten, perhaps because he was young and no one was killed, and he persevered to get hot water after being beaten, and finally he really stole a bowl of hot water.

When the precious hot water reflected the redness and swelling on Beer's thin arm, Luneng finally made Lu Neng understand what kind of excessive demands he made.

A bowl of hot water is not enough to cure a cold, Luneng knows, but Beer doesn't know, he thinks that a bowl of hot water will make Luneng feel better, even if his body hurts everywhere, but he smiled and showed his yellowed teeth.

It wasn't until later that he saw that Luneng was getting more and more uncomfortable day by day, he secretly wiped his tears worriedly, he had long known that crying was useless, and he began to find a way to give Luneng good food, however, it was too difficult.

The bread that was still hot was a little black, not soft enough, so Luneng gave more than half of it to Beer, and watched him finish eating, not allowing him to eat the food that was picked out of the garbage. Beer was reluctant to swallow, and a small piece of noodles was contained in his mouth until it was dissolved by saliva and sent to his stomach, and he sighed happily: "The bread is delicious!"

He thought, since he came, he naturally couldn't grow up like the original owner, and become a gangster who was deceived and abducted, he would try his best to live better, and he would try his best to take care of Beer, not for anything else, just for his care during this time, he deserved a good brother. 166 Reading Network