The swordsman apprentices had been preparing for a night, only to inform him to go to the training ground the next morning, and I didn't know what the hell they were up to.

It's still raining today, and I heard Setya say that once it rains, it won't stop for four or five days. Phil changed into the armor of his former captain, and he liked the sense of security that the heavy armor gave him.

He declined Setia's request to lead the way, and asked for a map to go on his own.

Because he found that his second demon prop can be used - pendant, if something unexpected happens, he can take care of it alone, and no one knows him now.

There were no people in the town, probably because of the rainy days. Most of these civilians are ordinary people, and they can't ignore the rain like Phil, who will most likely catch a cold if they are exposed to the rain for too long.

He walked past a mansion surrounded by a large garden.

Phil glanced at the map, and he seemed to pass by the City Lord's Mansion.

......

"Shane! Buck! Get up!"

"The goddess won't bless the late! you're begging for the master's punishment!"

"Get up!"

The two boys were huddled together on a tiny bed, with four dirty feet dangling from the bed, covered with a thin quilt with multiple holes.

"Look at you! Hey, look at it!"

A diminutive middle-aged woman angrily walked over to the bed, shouting and tearing off the thin quilts from the boys.

"The goddess will curse you! you have all forgotten what it is like to be whipped by Lord Goering!"

The shabby thin quilt was rudely ripped open by the woman, and the quilt seemed to let out an overwhelmed moan, causing both boys to shrink back.

"Got it, got it, Mommy!" replied one of the boys, sitting up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. His face was as dirty as his feet, and his unkempt hair was covered with dirt that was unrecognizable and almost covered his entire forehead.

"Buckback is up, I'm going to be late, I'm going to be whipped any later, I don't want to be whipped. ”

The boy said as he nudged Buck's butt. As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of bed, grabbed the small half of the rye bread on the table, and rushed out.

"Oh! it's raining! Damn!"

The little boy rushed out of the door and stepped into the mud puddle, and cursed angrily.

He scraped off two curtains of wheat straw at the door. There is no need for a door, and no thief will ever visit this place, unless the thief wants to eat rye bread that has been completely dried up as hard as a stone.

"Good morning, Aunt Ollie. ”

He bumped into a tall, thin woman in a blue dress and greeted her.

The woman didn't pay attention to him, didn't even look at him. The boy didn't care, Aunt Ollie was the only one on the street who could see the color of her clothes clearly, and she was also the most "decent" person on the street.

"Hey!Shane!hey!wait for me!"

As the boy ran past an even more dilapidated hut, another boy ran out of the house calling him.

Shane slowed his pace and waited for the boy to catch up.

The boy gasped and caught up with Shane, who had been in poor health.

"Good morning, Potter. ”

"Good morning, Shane. ”

Potter seemed to be no different from Shane, with a dirty face and messy hair, except that Potter was missing an ear. All that was left of his right ear was a small stubble, and Shane never knew what caused it.

Potter was the child of a slave family.

"Hurry up, we're going to be late. "He's a child of a slave family, and Shane is cold to him, but Potter is also Shane's best friend.

......

Old Man Goering's house was not far from Shane's house, only two streets away. Indeed, these two streets separated the ghetto, the slave ghetto, and the rich man's district. One end is lined up and the work is neat and clean, and the other end is disorganized, broken and dirty.

Shane and Potter entered through the small door at the back of the Goering family yard. Goering's house was very large, and the courtyard alone was enough for Shane to run for a while.

"I want a house like that, too. Potter muttered under Shane as he followed.

Shane glanced at Potter and ignored him. Potter was the child of a slave, but he had no awareness of being a slave at all. According to the law of this country, slaves cannot marry, let alone have children, and if there are special circumstances, slaves who have children are punished very severely.

Potter's life was bought for him by his mother.

The two boys ran into a small brick house. A scruffy man with a rickety figure and a whip in his right hand was waiting for them.

"Huh. ”

The man turned around and sneered at Shane and Buck with triangular eyes.

"If it's a minute late, you'll both taste the taste of my whip. ”

All the flogging that Shane and Buck received was carried out by this man, and his name was Hawke. Of course, Master Goering would not do it himself, as it would have dirty his hands. Master Goering would only stand and listen to the boy's wail, and laugh kindly.

The two boys did not dare to speak up, and quickly sat down on their respective square benches. There was already a boy sitting in front of them, and it was Buck.

It must have been because Potter himself was slower than Buck, Shane glanced at Potter.

"Get to work!"

Hawke roared, and the whip in his hand twitched with a "whoosh" sound.

The boys hurriedly picked up the ore and got to work.

Right in the middle of the Göring family courtyard is the main house, a three-storey villa, but it is nowhere near as luxurious as the famous Jimenez family mansion.

Shane could always see the tall clock tower in the distance, he hadn't been there yet, and it was said that the Jimenez mansion was as complex as a labyrinth.

Their job at the Goering house is to pick out the debris and sediment in the ore, they are small-handed, careful, can handle the ore cleanly, and do not need to be paid, they will also help with the weeds in the yard if they are given something to eat.

Of course, the three of them were not the only ones doing the job, there was a large ore processing plant in the town, and it was full of children the three of them.

They were here because the three of them were the most industrious and efficient kids in the whole factory, and they were dealing with some of the more expensive ores at Goering's house.

It wasn't long before Hawke returned with the whip. His eyes rolled slightly.

"Shane! ”

He squeezed out a very terrifying smile.

Shane didn't know what was going on, he didn't make a mistake, he didn't want to be whipped again, goddess forbid.

He was a little frightened, and walked up to Hawke with a shudder, bowing his head and not daring to say a word.

"Hey Shane, are you a clever lad?"

Hawke's laughter is uglier than crying.

Buck watched from behind, his fists already clenched quietly, damn Hawke, what was he going to do to his brother.

"I ...... I am, yes, Lord Hawke. ”

Shane didn't dare to say no.

"Well then, clever lad. Hawke laughed. "Now there's a task for you, and if you do it, you'll be rewarded with a piece of wheat bread. ”

Hawke took a small piece of soft bread from behind his back and shook it seductively in front of Shane.

Shane stared at the bread and swallowed.

Buck stared at Hawk fiercely, and he had a bad premonition.

"Don't promise, don't promise. ”

He prayed silently in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak, if he spoke now, neither his brother nor himself would end well.

"I ...... Good....... Okay, Master Hawke. ”

Shane stammered in agreement. Looking at Hawke's appearance, he has to go if he doesn't go, and if he finishes it, he will have a piece of wheat bread to eat.

Take a gamble, he thought silently to himself.

"Good boy!" Hawke seemed to be very happy, he broke off a small piece and handed it to Shane, and said, "This is a deposit, do you know what a deposit is, hahaha? If you do it well, the rest is all yours, if you don't do it well, ...... it."

"Hmph. ”

He shook the whip in his hand hard.

"I'll do it!

Shane quickly shoved the small piece of wheat bread into his mouth and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

He had never eaten anything so delicious, and the deliciousness made him want to roll his eyes, and he glanced back at Buck with a slight smugness.

"Follow me. ”

Hawke led Shane into an alley with a clear view of the street opposite.

Hawke said, pointing to a heavily armed giant walking down the street.

"Do you see this big man? Of course you can, and you're not blind. Your task is to insert this into that person's body. ”

Hawke pulled out a slender needle and said to Shane.

"I ......."

Seeing Shane take the needle muntly, Hawke slapped Shane on the top of the head and said viciously.

"Give it to me now! Don't worry, no one will sand a child in the street, go quickly! If you don't go, he'll go away!"

Shane's eyes were shot straight at Venus, and he trembled with fright, not daring to say a word, grabbing the needle and running towards the giant.

With Hawke's whip on one side and a giant himself only reaching his crotch, he chooses to submit to Hawke's whip.

Shane began to regret why he had accepted the assignment.

He pretended to be a blind man and stumbled closer to the giant.

......

Phil glanced at the city lord's mansion and stopped looking, now is a critical juncture, the Jimenez family is silent about fighting for the power of the town lord, now is indeed not the time for infighting.

"Huh?"

Phil noticed a small child running towards him behind him. His eyes seemed to be wrong, his eyes were blank, and he stumbled when he walked.

What caught Phil's attention was the first time he had seen such shabby and dirty children in the town, and all the men and women he had seen before, young and old, were all neatly dressed and luxurious, and the most depressed was himself.

Phil stopped in his tracks, something was wrong with the kid.

He glanced at the City Lord's Mansion next to him and watched the little boy running over with a smile.

"Smack!"

The boy suddenly fell to the ground when he ran less than ten meters in front of him.

Two lines of tears flowed from the boy's eyes, and he clutched his broken knees and tried to get up, pursing his lips and limping towards Phil.

Phil clasped his hands to his chest and watched the boy's performance.

The boy walked slowly over to Phil, who noticed that he was shaking uncontrollably, and he raised his eyebrows to see what the little boy was going to do.

"Smack!"

The boy suddenly collapsed at Phil's feet again.

A slender needle pierced the junction between Phil's ankle and the sole of his foot, which was not protected by armor.