Time of day.

Gross would have to wait a day to get the Call of the Wild - but Gross had expected it, and on this day, they went to the Mercenary Guild in the Old Town to complete the registration process.

Lilac Avenue is located in the upper town of Boomer, while the Old Town is located in the south of the city, which is a short distance. If nothing else, when they arrived there, it should have been in the early seven o'clock in the evening—

Walking along the street with the horses, the city gradually transforms into a night scene with bright lights, some shops on the street begin to close, and pubs and restaurants begin to enter the peak business period.

They walked past a restaurant with a very elaborate decoration, and the warm orange light in it reflected on the sidewalk on the side of the street through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, pulling the figures of pedestrians into faint shadows—

Men and women in colorful clothes sit opposite each other in the dining room, white tablecloths, delicate tableware, and food with both color and aroma, accompanied by soft music, customers talk softly, and laugh happily from time to time.

But in the same street there were also some beggars in ragged clothes, whose hair and clothes were full of lice and fleas, and an old beggar with a wooden stick beside him saw their coming, and quickly rose up from the shadows in the corner, and then out of nowhere took out a broken clay bowl with a missing hole, and came to them tremblingly.

Gross was expressionless.

Immediately after, he took out a piece of bread from his backpack—

This is their dry food. From his memories of his past life, he knew that some beggars were in fact a special profession with a good income, but when he saw the old beggar hastily bite off two mouthfuls of dry bread and stuff it into his mouth, choking and coughing, he took out two more rael and put them into the dirty clay bowl.

For Gross's actions, the old beggar kept nodding his head in thanks—

Gross sighed and continued to walk forward, and seeing the movement just now, several beggars came running nearby, there were old people, children, women, and mutilated people, and the mage lady Ladya on the side couldn't help but have some red eyes, in Bracada, where she lived, she had almost never seen such a scene, she really couldn't imagine that in this bustling city, just a wall, some people lived well, while others were suffering such a miserable day.

Gross, Scott, Oliver, Levine, and the Stuart family stopped, and they watched as the kind Miss Mage put Rael from the money bag into the hands of beggars—

They didn't have much of Rael left, and most of what they were spending now came from the sale of her personal belongings during Radya's last trip to Karthus. The girl's hand touched one rough-skinned, dirtier palm after another, and with every step she took, she could hear the beggars around her repeating words of gratitude—

She turned her head and looked at Gross.

"Mr. Gross, where's the lord here? Do they care about these things? ”

Ladia's voice was soft, but Gross could hear a hint of emotional change in the ups and downs of her voice—

At this moment, the girl's heart is full of sympathy and anger, the former is born because of the situation of these poor people in front of her, and the latter is to hate the inaction of the local rulers.

Gross, however, shook his head.

"There are no lords here."

He said calmly, and the beggars who had taken Rael had dispersed and he came to the maiden's side, "Boomer has no real lord, in fact, the city is governed by a number of nobles, in a pattern similar to the city council. ”

Gross told the girl about what he knew about Boomer in the game in his previous life, but what he didn't explain was that the city nominally belonged to the royal family of Edwin - of course, because of the distance from the royal capital Elva, what is now is the real reality.

After walking some distance, while the two were still talking, the voices of women and children were heard behind them, and several men were scolding - Gross turned around, and suddenly, his pupils contracted like needles.

"Ms. Visa, today's management fee."

A strong man with a full face stood in front of the somewhat rickety woman, his hands folded together, the expression on his face was full of ferocity and arrogance, and around him, there was a group of minions, standing around this group of beggars.

"Hehe, we all saw just now, a kind young lady gave you a lot of Rael."

After two dry laughs, one of the minions said to the beggars. He took two steps forward, bent down and put his palm under the woman's nose, beside whom there was a child with knotted hair and a dark face, who was looking at the men with frightened eyes.

The woman held the broken pottery bowl tightly in her arms, the child leaned on her shoulder, and the body temperature transmitted through the thin clothes gave her inexplicable courage, and after a few squirps of her lips, she pleaded with fear:

"Mr. Betis, Dee Dee hasn't eaten for a day, can we keep a Rael? I want to buy some brown bread. ”

"Oh, you filthy beggars, and you still want to enjoy black bread?"

A pair of indifferent, emotionless narrow eyes stared at the woman's face, and the life of eating and sleeping in the open made this woman's appearance extremely old, but the strong man called "Mr. Betis" did not show any sympathy, he pursed his mouth, and the minions next to him quickly understood, and his two arms reached into the woman's arms, and began to snatch them up-

"Please, Mr. Betis!"

The woman's voice trembled, and she fell to her knees and exclaimed. Some pedestrians on the side of the road noticed this scene, but after they saw such a group of ruffian-looking men, they chose to take a detour-

Perhaps it was because of the hungry child, the woman's strength was great, and the minion struggled for a long time, but he didn't succeed - he looked up and saw Betis's expression becoming more and more unkind, and suddenly reached out and kicked the woman to the ground.

"Mom—"

The child cried loudly and hugged the minion's leg.

"I find that you bastards seem to have forgotten the rules of this neighborhood."

Betis was indifferent to the sight in front of him, he coldly looked around at the beggars around him, and continued, "If you really forget, we 'Brotherhood of the Bloody Hand' don't mind teaching you a good lesson. ”

Someone began to draw their whips, and now the beggars were hiding in the corner, trembling one by one.

In the next second, before the sound of those pleasant whips slapping the flesh sounded, a vague shadow flashed in Betis's vision—wherever the shadow went, there was a continuous shout, and then, this shadow came to Betis in the blink of an eye!

The fist shook the air, the night was still a little cold this season, and Betis couldn't help but feel the wind tingle his face as the strong knuckles approached the fleshy face.