It was also his first time in the neighborhood. For no other reason, there is the largest slum street in the Ironclad City on the southwest street, and for civilians, this is a place where everyone will never come if they have nothing to do.

Rotting corpses are common as weeds when passing through the slums, people who rely on awakening agents to escape from reality, mothers who are barefoot with their children wrapped in their babies in the harsh winter, vicious robbers who are armed with weapons, and cunning beggars...... Live here and thank God every day.

So Aransell decided to go to the "Gate District" to hire a mercenary before he went. The gate area is the area dedicated to gathering mercenaries who have not found a team to go to the next dungeon.

It's all skirmishers who are willing to take on odd jobs, and while they're not as powerful as regular mercenaries, they're more than enough to deal with some third-rate robbers - at least that's what the book says.

As soon as Aransail came to the gate area, a group of big men burst into flames.

"Honorable Lord, perhaps you need help? I used to be a warrior of the Knights of Sorrow, and recently because the team has been reorganized, I am here to pick up flexibly, and you can rest assured of your strength! ”

When Alransell saw that the man who said this was not as tall as himself, and the ribs could be seen in the shabby linen shirt. Shaking his head, Aransell didn't answer, he didn't like people who were full of lies, even though it might be a desperate move.

"My lord! My lord! Maybe you're looking for a good lesson to teach you a lesson about the vicious dogs that have been flooding the country lately? Oh, sir, you've got the right person!

If you give me a silver penashi coin, I can drive all the vicious dogs out of your territory in three days! I also have a group of brothers who are also very skilled!

My lord, perhaps you are the son of Baron Thermos? I've heard that Baron Summers' domain has been plagued by dogs lately......"

A man covered in dirt and sharp-beaked monkey cheeks squeezed up flatteringly and said.

"Your Excellency! Perhaps, you are here for something else, ...... of a personal nature? Oh, my lord, you are truly beautiful...... You know, for a strong man like me, all I have left is my energy......"

A bald man with a flame tattooed on his arm licked his lips and flattered Aransale.

Aransel was a little speechless, these people all regarded him as the son of a noble family, and this wild man who looked full of manliness seemed to have a huge "misunderstanding" of his purpose......

For these people, nobility means a high status and an inexhaustible amount of wealth. It seems that as long as they are appreciated by a nobleman, their lives will usher in a miraculous turn......

Seeing this, Alansell really didn't dare to compliment the quality of the people in front of him, he closed his mouth and gave up the idea of stating his purpose.

Because no matter what he says, they will immediately change their words in the next second and continue to flatter him feverishly.

At this time, Alansell saw a little boy with an indifferent face, holding the iron rod in his hand tightly, and squatting on the stairs.

His hair was disheveled, and his hair color may have been black, but it was gray from the stains. Such children are full of slums, but Aransell is attracted to him.

From time to time, he glanced at himself quickly, and then lowered his head deeply, with a deep anxiety and unwillingness in his eyes.

It's an expression that only people with real skills who can't let go of their pride have. Aransell decided it was him. He doesn't feel like his instincts are going to deceive him.

In the past, Aransell experienced some days without money, and in order not to starve to death, he gave up his pride and wrote some insincere and malicious slanderous articles for a news agency.

After that, he felt guilty and blamed himself for a long time. It's a painful feeling.

At this moment, a white-skinned lady in a pale blue dress and a pink visor came to the door area with two burly men dressed luxuriously.

The men who had flocked to Alransale's side saw that he had been silent, and they immediately gathered around the woman, but this time they did not dare to get too close.

I didn't dare to make a loud noise—the two men behind the lady stepped forward, their eyes full of sternness and danger.

It was clear that as soon as they took one more step closer to the lady, a punching bag-sized fist would smash into their faces. They looked at the lady with some nervousness and some expectation, waiting quietly for her to speak.

Alransell sighed, thinking that he had finally found a way. He walked over to the little boy, who had apparently seen Alansell walking towards him, his thin body visibly tensely straightened. But he still hung his head deeply.

"Hello, can you tell me your name?" Aransell crouched down and asked him. He didn't want to put pressure on the little boy.

“……”

The little boy swallowed, and the fingertips of the iron rod turned slightly white.

"I'm going to go to Mr. Filip's herb shop and buy some herbs, but I'm not familiar with the Southwest neighborhood, and it doesn't seem too friendly to outsiders, do I? If you're a local kid, I think I need your help. ”

The little boy slowly raised his head, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. Aransell looked him straight at him, smiled kindly, and held out his hand.

"My name is Aransale."

The little boy was stunned, as if he couldn't figure it out. But he bit his lip and quickly reached out and shook him lightly before withdrawing.

“…… Joshua. He whispered.

It has to be said that there are some reasons why the slums in the southwest neighborhood will become so large.

"Don't go over there, follow me."

“…… But is there a road over there? I remember there was only one way on the map......"

"It's the land of the gray rats, and it's going to be dangerous."

“…… Okay, listen to you. ”

Alansell glanced at the map in his hand, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and immediately took the map into his arms.

Joshua pursed his chapped lips and clutched his iron rod tightly, his eyes shining like a predatory owl.

His eyes were constantly and rapidly surveying his surroundings, and every now and then he would suddenly stop and let out a menacing roar at the dark cracks in the wall. He's like a hound.

Aransell was initially startled by Joshua's bizarre behavior a few times and found it a little inexplicable.

But then he saw that the thin guy with cold eyes actually came out of the narrow crack in the wall, showed an unwilling look, and turned away in a gray manner.

Aransell felt thrilled, and if it weren't for Joshua, he would definitely be attacked by robbers.

For those who live at the bottom, power is everything, and the nobles don't care, as long as they look rich, they will kill and rob.

Aransell was glad he had hired Joshua.