CHAPTER XXXIX

It's a quarter past twelve o'clock at night, and the patrol team in Reims usually closes at twelve o'clock at night, leaving only a small team to check randomly, but everyone knows that no one will honestly patrol the streets of the whole town unless there are special conditions.

After the captain's order, everyone laughed and said goodbye to their colleagues, and the poor night shift members did not have any dissatisfaction on their faces, and they also laughed and discussed where to go to be happy for a while.

A middle-aged swordsman with a height of nearly two meters, carrying a giant sword, walked alone on a road that was also dark and without any pedestrians.

His goal was clear: to go straight to the location of the slum.

Located in the western corner of the city, the slums are all dilapidated thatched huts where garbage produced by the city is transported every day for incineration.

The perennial pile of garbage fills the entire slum with a foul smell, and the air quality is very poor, with PM2.5 seriously exceeding the standard.

As a result, many residents here would rather spend the night on the streets in the park than return home.

Perhaps for fear of affecting the city's appearance, an order was issued last year not allowing people from the slums to enter the city centre.

After that, Princess Roland's arrival in the slums was even more forbidden to leave the house, and of course there were many complaints and grievances, but after the mayor gave him a subsidy of no one silver coin, everything seemed so harmonious.

Kicking down the trash can at his feet, the spilled inside made the middle-aged swordsman a little disgusted, it was a lot of mouse skin, obviously peeled off, and he knew where the rest went.

The trash can was crawling with thumb-sized cockroaches and maggots, and some sticky juice mixed together by an unknown number of things, a veritable garbage in a garbage heap.

He rubbed his foot on the ground a few times, and now he regretted kicking the trash can.

The slums are of course not illuminated, and even candles are a luxury here.

The slum was the size of a small village, and it wouldn't take long to go from house to house, and he knew pretty well where the bastard girl lived.

Wait! After a while, you will be put on your knees on the ground, crying and shouting, admitting your mistakes, and begging Uncle Ben to spare your life! Hum!

When he came to the room closest to the garbage disposal site, he snorted coldly, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Yes, he couldn't wait to hear the little girl's deathbed cry, for him at this moment, it was simply a piano music that could cleanse his soul.

"Bang !!!!!!!!"

The broken wooden door could not do any defensive work, and he easily kicked it to pieces.

Even in the slums, the house is one of the most dilapidated, with a small house of less than 20 square meters, and only three things, a pot, a urine bucket, and a quilt.

Oh, it's really hard to a certain extent.

He probably looked around the room, but he didn't see the little girl.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged swordsman suddenly sniffed his nose, this was the smell of stewed meat. As a fat man who has no meat and no joy, he is familiar with it, and he can't imagine that it will be difficult to become like this, but the dinner is unexpectedly good.

He walked up to the cauldron and reached out to lift the lid on it.

It was a pot of bones, the meat on top of which had been shaved clean, and a few pieces of tofu floating on top of the soup as a side dish in the broth.

As a child in the slums, he simply didn't have the money to buy such a big pot of meat.

He shook his head in disbelief, he already had an answer to where this bone came from, but he still didn't give up and turned over the filthy and smelly urine bucket.

A soggy dog's head soaked in that bucket full of and urine.

The blazing anger burned in his heart, he could accept that his dog was beaten to death, but he could never bear to be dismantled like a beast and discarded in that filthy and disgusting garbage can!!

The greatsword behind him was slammed out by him, and he swung it angrily in this room.

"Ahhhh!!!!!!!!hhh

He howled loudly as he rushed out of the dilapidated hut in search of the little girl who had killed his dog.

Outside, behind a large tree, a pair of expressionless black eyes quietly watched everything that was happening in the room.

Soon the middle-aged swordsman found the target of his revenge, and the little girl from the slum appeared in front of him with a big grin, and there was no appearance of disaster at all.

She even had the soup from that dog hot pot sticking to her clothes.

Kill her! He's going to chop her up and throw her into a trash can full of urine and feces and soak for a hundred years!!

"I'll give you three seconds to say your last words"

What a good man I am! In this case, he would even give her a chance to admit his mistake, although he would definitely not accept any conditions other than the other party's life.

The middle-aged man pulled out the giant sword and pointed straight at the girl in front of him. But the other party didn't kneel on the ground and cry and beg for his forgiveness as he thought, the eyes of the little girl in front of him contained a lot of emotions, some were sad, some blamed themselves, and some were strong again, but only fear was missing.

This made the middle-aged swordsman very unhappy, and the little girl's eyes that saw through everything made him unable to calm down, as if he was the one who was in a desperate situation waiting for death to come.

"Humph! Didn't you say anything more? Then get ready to hit the road! ”

The little girl in the slum didn't think about it when she saw that the other party was going to attack her, she turned around and ran directly into the alley next to her.

"Hahaha!! That's right, little girl, you can run away! Let's see if you filthy little mouse can escape my palm!! ”

The middle-aged swordsman carried the giant sword on his shoulder, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly and chased after him. He has absolute self-confidence, how can a dignified intermediate swordsman not be in the hands of an underage girl, right?

Even if she had a little cleverness, it wouldn't have any effect on the ending, and the end result of this matter was only one, and that was to use the giant sword in his hand to slap the dead girl who dared to entertain him into a meatloaf and fly away.

But will it really be as smooth as he imagined?

Even a weak rat can burst out with infinite power when its life is threatened, and who knows what the final result will be?