(already ...... Reaching the limit? ）

Sean opened his eyes blankly, his godless gaze gradually began to lose focus, put it in other places, it was not a big deal to get cold and fever due to a rain, and it was basically nothing to do after taking some medicine and recuperating for two days, and even some people with good physique did not even need medicine, and they could heal themselves after eating a good meal and then quietly recuperating for two days.

But Sean's condition is obviously the worst, he has not eaten a decent meal for a week before the fever, and even when he is at the most serious, he cannot be treated in time, so he can only lie on the "bed" weakly, looking forward to waking up tomorrow and his body will get better on its own.

By the way, for the people in the slums, the "bed" is a luxury that they dare not think of, and the so-called "bed" on which Sean lies is nothing more than a pile of hay, and even the so-called "house" is just a small shack made of a few broken wooden planks.

The ceiling was an unreliable thing from the beginning, and there were so many gaps in the wooden planks that it couldn't even be blocked, and when you looked up, you could see the dark sky overhead through the strangely shaped gaps in Dodge.

Although Sean is only fifteen years old, he has accumulated more experience and common sense than most of his peers since he was a child begging for a living in the slums...... In the face of death in the sense.

The chaotic living environment here can take people's lives almost all the time, and new people die almost every little time, and even many people will not be found by acquaintances until the corpses begin to stink long after they have died, and then in the spirit of the minimum morality of the same poor people, find a no-man's land in the wilderness and throw it away.

What the...... The Shroud? Excuse me. In the slums, cloth is one of the highest luxuries, and there is no possibility of wasting it on a dead man.

It is precisely because he has seen too many dead people that he has accumulated some knowledge of the coming of death in disguise, and now Sean feels that he has no strength all over his body. I couldn't even send the signal of "hunger" in my stomach, and I felt that the whole stomach bag was twitching for a while, and it was not impossible to faint in pain anytime and anywhere, but unfortunately for the current Sean, it seems that even fainting in pain has become a rather luxurious thought.

There is only one piece of clothing that God knows how many incomplete rags are pieced together from all over the body, and the only meaning of this thing is probably to give a little psychological warmth that does not exist.

It's cold...... I'm so hungry...... It's so uncomfortable......

…… I'm afraid this feeling is really about to reach the limit, right?

As this thought slowly appeared in his mind, Sean, who was chilling all over his body, gradually began to breathe slowly and weakly. The last bit of brilliance between the eyes is about to be completely annihilated.

At this time, a wooden board that served as the door of the "house" was removed, and a little boy with unkempt hair like a bird's nest and a mess of dirt all over his body rushed into this small shack, and he pounced on Sean's body at once, but found that Sean's whole body had begun to be cold and stiff.

"Brother...... Brother! You hear me? It's me, I'm back! You open your eyes and see. It's me back! ”

The little boy was completely panicked at the moment, and he felt his brother's whole body slowly stiffen. He is not unfamiliar with this kind of change, and it is probably only those who were born in the slums in the whole world to be lucky enough to see the plural number of dead people at the age of thirteen......

…… It's not something to boast about, though.

"Wren...... Is it? ”

Hearing his brother's voice, Sean's consciousness that was close to dying miraculously began to condense again, and he didn't know where the strength of the Dao came from his body, he actually controlled his neck and turned around. Turning his gaze to the boy who pounced on him.

Although Sean's call was faint and almost indistinguishable, Wren was the first to distinguish the voice, and he raised his head in surprise when he was already crying, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything. At this time, another man stooped down and walked into the shack.

"How? Is it still too late? ”

It was a female voice that Sean had never heard before, and it was a calm and unhurried voice, although it was not very pleasant, but it seemed to carry a reassuring magical power.

And after hearing this voice, Wren immediately showed a gaze like seeing a savior, Sean felt strange in his heart, and turned his gaze slightly, and the appearance of the future was reflected in his eyes.

It was a woman who looked to be about thirty years old, she was not pretty, at most she was of ordinary level, and she wore a black robe that would never have been seen in the slums, this wide robe was very clean and neat, and there was no decoration all over the body, except for a large one-eyed tattooed with purple silk thread on her chest.

Whether analyzed in terms of dress or any other place, this is not a character who should appear in the ghetto, let alone a character that Sean's brother Wren might know.

"Sister Hea, please...... Save my brother, if only you could save my brother...... I ......"

Speaking of which, the boy was stuck, after all, as a member of the slums, he really couldn't think of anything worthy of being called "reward".

But who knows, the woman he called "sister" chuckled and shook her head.

"I don't need any pay, let me see how your brother is doing."

As she spoke, the woman also walked to Sean's side, then bent down and reached out to cover Sean's forehead.

Sean wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything because of his health, in fact, now he can even move his neck can be regarded as overdrafting.

But even so, he still retained the minimum ability to think, and he vaguely remembered that about three days ago, seeing Sean, who was already so sick that he couldn't even get out of bed, Wren finally made up his mind to find someone, or rather...... An organization.

This is an organization that has only recently spread in the slums, and it has always been a rumor, no one has seen it with their own eyes.

This organization, which calls itself the "Society of Dark Truth", seems to be a mysterious religious organization, and the teachings of this religious organization are just two words......

…… That is - "fair"!

The doctrine of the Dark Truth Society believes that all people in this world are absolutely fair, and that everyone is born with no distinction between high and low, no matter what position they are in, no matter what their strength and cultivation are, they should be treated equally, and they should not despise the so-called "poor" for no reason because of their humble background or other reasons.

And what they do is go around helping the poor in need, and they never receive any payment, according to them, this is their teaching, to help everyone who needs help without discrimination, no matter who he is, but in view of the basic situation in this world, so they help the poor mostly.

Of course, such an organization instantly gained great support in the slums, and also established a good reputation in the slums, so that many people have joined this so-called dark truth society and become a member of it.

In just a few months, the dark truth will spread rapidly to all the slums under the Pan-Human Alliance at a speed that no one can imagine.

And Wren left that time to find the members of the Dark Truth Society, in his opinion, this is the only possible hope to save Sean, and now ...... He's back, and he's really brought with him a very unusual-looking woman.

When the woman named Hea put her hand on Sean's forehead, Sean clearly felt a warm current coming from the other person's palm, and this warm current quickly traveled down his forehead and spread all over his body.

Sean, who had never encountered such a situation in the past, was completely blinded, and at that moment, a term popped up in his head that was 108,000 miles different from him in the past-

- Magic!

Yes, magic...... Even the poor people in the slums know its name, and they know the power of the slums, which is called a "miracle", because for the inhabitants of the slums, "magic" ...... It is the only force that can call for a "miracle" in this place where there is no "future" to speak of!

As long as you have the qualifications to learn magic, and successfully cultivate even the minimum of one-star magic, you can immediately put out the identity of a citizen and become a magic apprentice, a magician, how noble is that? Even the aristocratic lords who have always been above the top have to greet each other with a smile when they see it, what kind of identity and status is this? People living in the slums can't imagine it, but they can't stop imagining it.

A poor man from a humble background, he was found to have magical qualifications by mistake, and then through his own hard work, he finally became a noble magician, thus changing his life in one fell swoop, from a poor worm who could only live in the shadows, to a big man respected by everyone.

Although such stories are rare, but they do really happen, but unfortunately, there is an innate threshold to become a magician, and if you can't cross this threshold, no matter how hard you try to learn, it will be nothing.

Both Sean and Wren have secretly tried to test their magical talents on their own...... In fact, this kind of test is not troublesome, a glass of water and a small stone can be done, but unfortunately, the results of the test are the most unreasonable, neither of the two brothers has the talent to become a magician, they don't even have the talent to become a magic swordsman.

And what's going on now? Could it be that this big sister in a black robe...... A magician?

In an instant, Sean's heart began to mess up...... (To be continued......)