Tiny figures draped in rags walked barefoot through the muddy and sewage streets. In the period leading up to a tsunami, the sanitation here becomes worse than usual. The unidentified substance under his feet is sticky but unusually slippery, giving the illusion of being entangled in the ankles of a sea serpent. But even if there was a sea serpent at his feet, the child would not be too scared, and the exhaustion and hunger were enough to make people forget their fears, because his attention had long been difficult to concentrate, let alone deal with and associate.

The streets that used to be bustling have become desolate by this time. The sign in front of the tavern that was hung by two short iron chains had lost its usual popularity, one of the chains had broken due to corrosion, and the rough sign with the pattern of a wine glass and a scimitar dangled in the air as if it could be smashed down at any moment. The child cautiously avoided the underside of the sign, not wanting to be smashed in the head by the planks falling from the sky.

Having said that, the child lingered for a few seconds in front of the building, which was once a tavern. In normal times, a man like him would be repaired by the tavern thugs whenever he appeared on the street, and the reason they repaired him was not because he would spread disease or affect the mood of the drinkers who came and went. Just because they can have fun with it. However, having access to the tavern is still a dream for these street children. I remember another kid who swore that he would one day be a regular at the tavern, but what happened to him? Was he chopped up for dog food, or was he thrown under the water in the harbor?

Recovering from his thoughts on the tavern, the child re-examines his position. He knew that the stone fortress where the witches were located was in the middle of Heartbreaker's Bay, just as all Heartbreakers knew it. But the closer you get to the witch's fortress, the more you need identity and status to walk. For this poor little fellow, it was strange like another world. If you sneak into the tavern now, you can always find some food in the back kitchen that you haven't had time to move, and it should be enough to feed your stomach.

No, I've seen too many bodies floating in the water. I don't want to be like that. The child gritted his teeth, not thinking about the food that might be in the tavern, and continued to walk towards the center of the city. And it wasn't until he got to the nearest inner city he had ever been to that he thought of the question, if the tsunami was coming, would the witches still be in their fortress, or would they have taken refuge in the sea as early as the rich men?

Looking at the cleaner streets ahead, he was confused. At this moment, there was a noise in the street, and the child subconsciously hid in the shadows of the side, following his survival instinct. The swear words mixed with the characteristic tone of the fish port gradually became clear, and the child immediately realized that it was the voice of a scavenger. Waste pickers, also known as scavengers, do a final sweep of the city before the tsunami, bringing those that have a certain value to the port and selling them to those willing to buy them. It's quite a distinctive industry, or they aren't enough to be called an industry, because tsunamise don't come out of place every year, so most scavengers are still doing other jobs. Like pirates or thugs.

What to do, do you want to take a detour? The child hesitated as he listened to the approaching footsteps and cursing. He looked around, trying to figure out a safe escape route, and while he didn't think the men would waste time beating him, he didn't have the capital to take any chances. Where? where can I escape? Looking, anxiously searching, finally fixed on the wooden box and barrel that rested on the side, if I could climb on the pile of debris, I might be able to climb to the roof. It was a bold idea because he had never tried it before. But now in order to survive, it's worth trying.

Two scavengers are carrying a small, well-made wooden cabinet. They found it from the home of a merchant who apparently had not had time to carry the furniture aboard the ship before going to sea. And a wooden cabinet with gold and silver like this will surely be bought by many captains to put in their captain's room. If they're lucky, they'll make a lot of money. However, the benefits that may have been received could not alleviate the dissatisfaction during the transportation, and neither of the two scavengers was willing to contribute, which caused the wooden cabinet they were carrying to be in a state of shaking all the time.

Finally, one of them couldn't stand the laziness of his companion, even though he was doing the same thing himself. "Hey, if we throw this thing on the ground, no one gets any money, do we?" the other snorted, "Then maybe you should do a little more because I found it in that damn house!"

"Every lace garment sells for a great deal of money, fool! And we must be more profitable to take a few clothes than to carry this dead box! When the second man heard this, he immediately pulled down his face, and as soon as he let go, he let the wooden box fall to the ground. "And what about the result? Did you find your clothes? No, you only know how to complain, you ...... anything but drinking" "Bang dang!" Just as he was getting more and more excited, a large number of collisions came from the alley not far away. It sounded like a pile of barrels and crates scattered together.

"Who!" "Who's where!" The two sailors immediately drew their weapons, hunched over and approached the alley. Then they saw wooden objects scattered all over the ground, and a child crushed to the ground by a wooden box. The latter's thin, ugly right hand struggled to remove the wooden box from which he was shutting down, but it was clearly too heavy for him.

"Hah, a sick chicken. The scavenger played a knife trick, and his tone was full of disdain and contempt. "I just happened to be angry, maybe stabbing something would make me feel better. As he spoke, he wanted to walk up, but was stopped by another person, "There's no money to kill a sick chicken." We hurriedly moved the cabinet to the dock to change the money, and we had time to search again in the afternoon. As for this little fellow, just let him be crushed here to starve and die of thirst. The first spat on the ground and nodded in agreement.

The sound of footsteps is fading away. Only the child who was crushed under the wooden box gave up the struggle, looking at the sky on the alley. His ears were filled with muddy water, and perhaps it had been poured into his brain down his ear canal. I'm so hungry, and I didn't get a full meal in the end, so if only I had searched in that tavern just now. I heard that it was similar to horse urine, so why did people go out of their way to drink horse urine? Ah, I can't move anymore, I'm so sleepy......

"Look what I found!