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Since escaping Buckingburg, Albert has returned to the streets of the Mud Egg District, where the weather is getting cooler and he has to think about how to survive the winter. Maybe there was a rich man who needed a servant, and he could read and write and maybe he could go to that shop and get a job. The prison may have been a good place to go, and Albert hadn't used to go in, but he knew that the people who had been released from it were at least alive.

It's not a big deal, but young Tommy is a different story.

He sat in an abandoned room shared with seven or eight people, clutching a bag of things tightly in his arms.

Albert was afraid that Sam would want him to be captured like a fugitive and returned to the clutches of those nobles, so he kept an eye on the movement outside the house, and whenever there was a sound of footsteps outside, his heart was in his throat and his eyes could not be settled for a long time. However, as has always been the case, the guards don't care about anything in the mud area, and their routine patrols avoid the places where the homeless people gather.

He traded a well-made gown for a rag in the hands of another homeless man, which made him feel much more at ease.

The days when he had slept until dawn were gone like clouds skimming the sky, and every night he would wake up anxiously to check on Tommy's safety. When you sleep, you always face Tommy's direction, and you won't roll over even if the half of your body is numb.

The days passed like water, and to be exact, the muddy sewage passed through the sewers, so that Albert often wept silently at night. All the unbearable and hardship was just because he thought that he could live a life in Platinum Castle without worrying about hunger and cold. If he could go back in time, he would have avoided the Holy Spirit Knight far away. It's not for nothing that people avoid them, and the reasons don't need to be repeated with more blood.

Albert felt through the bag of things in his arms for the bottle of poison and the tiny knife. When time brought Albert's sanity back again, how he wished the knife had been stuck in Sam Pendragon's heart, with poison and spittle. In fact, he wanted to stick this knife in all the people who led him to live on the streets without fear of hardship, and he was not sure who and how caused the many tragedies.

But someone has to pay the price, as the well-known teachings say, "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye." ”。 A person who is eager to work is worried about his work, and a person who works hard is worried about his livelihood, there must be something wrong in this world. Albert had no vision, no knowledge to explain why it was the way it was, only the desire to kill someone was truly engraved on his heart.

Albert woke up with a dark cloud of disgust, looking out the window at the sun and knowing it was not early. When he looked at Tommy, he noticed that he had a pained expression and vomited something from his mouth. Hoping that he was wrong, he tried his hand on Tommy's forehead, but it burned unspeakably. Albert's cold hand seemed to be on top of a charcoal fire that had not yet been burned, but it was his own brother who burned him.

The first time he was ahead of his mind, Albert picked up Tommy and ran to the nearest hospital. Unlike the other two districts of the imperial capital, the hospitals in the mud egg district have fixed church outbuildings in the upper and Changlong districts, and the hospitals here are paved by quacks who know a little about home remedies and wander around with tents.

He hugged Tommy as if he were carrying light cotton, and the walls and shops stepped back like a marquee. When he reached the intersection, Albert looked around in a panic and headed for the next intersection.

"Does anyone know where the doctor is?"

No one answered him, or when he tried to answer him, he was already running away.

Albert was lucky enough to find a doctor within a few blocks.

"Help my brother!" Albert anxiously and gently moved Tommy to the grass in the shed, and shouted to the doctor who was hawking on the street.

The doctor turned his head, wearing a strange mask and a long nose like a pig's face. Doctors believe that diseases are transmitted through the air, and this mask can help them stay away from those diseases in those patients, and this mask is more representative of the profession of these laymen who know a little about the skin.

"Let me see......" The doctor waved Albert out of the way.

Albert stepped back a little, still urging the doctor.

The doctor first tested Tommy's temperature and then screamed into his ear to try to wake him up. The doctor opened Tommy's eyelids and took a closer look. The fragile eyes were turning unconsciously, accompanied by a faint flutter.

It seems to be a difficult problem, but the doctor's concern is not the disease at all, "Your brother has malaria, a very troublesome disease...... Treatment is not the problem, the question is do you have the money?"

"Of course, of course!" Albert pulled out the bits and pieces from the small bag in his arms, silver spoons, silver forks, silver candlesticks, "It's all for you, you must cure Tommy!"

The doctor stared at these things for a long time, the mask blocked his face and he couldn't see any expression, and for a long time he said to Albert again in that indifferent tone: "Where did these things come from?"

"It's none of your business, it's your business to save people. ”

The doctor let out a sullen laugh from inside his mask and slowly put the things away one by one, "Take your brother with me, I'll pretend I haven't seen you." ”

"What?" Albert almost collapsed, "are you going to blackmail me?"

"These things look like stolen goods, what do you think the guards will do to you when they come?"

"I'll say you stole it. ”

"Come on, do you really think that the protection money we pay is useless?"

As he spoke, a group of four City Watch guards were patrolling the area, and the sound of neat footsteps was like a big drum on the stage, clanging.

"You...... You can't," Albert whimpered, "you can't do that, you're killing for money." ”

"How good are you, thief?" said the doctor, "and now take your brother, and perhaps you will have a few days to say your last words." ”

All the upheavals and encounters came up at this time, almost making him faint with his eyes. He felt the dazzling sunlight, the shadows under the shed so dark, the dilated pupils that put everything in distorted chromatic aberration, Albert wanted to say goodbye to this world and rise above the blue sky, but it was not the time. Albert slowed down for a long time, as if he had gone through all the time from the beginning to the end.

Clanging guards marched through the streets. Albert took his eyes off the sky outside the shed, picked up Tommy and left the roadside hospital.