Chapter 56: The Old Beggar Man

Thousands of kilometers away from the slums of Mangala City, dirty, desolate, and backward are synonymous with it.

A skinny little boy of eight or nine years old was wearing a torn linen coat, and he was struggling to pick up the cold garbage with his hands. Many of the wounds are still festering. But he didn't seem to feel the pain, and desperately picked up the large pile of unrecognizable garbage in front of him.

Not far ahead, there was a random house made of iron sheets, and an old man who looked like a beggar was sitting in front of the house, this old man was so thin that his heart trembled, and the skin of his whole body seemed to be folded, and his hands were like a pair of chicken paws, leaving only bones and a layer of skin.

"Grandpa, I only found these ......" only to hear a childish voice sound, the little boy limped to the old man's side, stretched out his dirty little hands, and held a few rotten vegetable leaves in his hands.

The old beggar's wrinkled right hand, like a chicken's paw, gently stroked the boy's messy hair.

At this time, a rainbow light shot from the sky, and the old beggar seemed to be unaware, pulled out a rotten vegetable leaf, put it in his mouth and tasted it slowly. When the little boy saw the old beggar eating the vegetable leaves he had picked up, his little dirty face showed a sunny smile.

At that moment, a breeze suddenly swept through the garbage dump, rolling up some scraps of paper. The already cool night suddenly became unusually cold, and all the children who were rummaging through the garbage dump for food suddenly shivered.

Immediately after the brief chill passed, he began to rummage through the garbage heap again, continuing to search for food for today's survival.

"Are you here?" the little boy fell asleep on the old beggar's knees.

Behind him, a silver-haired man stood silently. His countenance was not old, he should have been in the prime of life, his eyes were deep and clear, and his chin raised in a resolute and graceful arc. A black dress with a stand-up collar highlights his extraordinary status.

The old beggar patted the little boy on the back gently, and his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of waking the boy.

"Father," the silver-haired man bowed, "a hall in the Principality of Gavin has been exposed, and our people have noticed that there are multiple forces that are investigating. ”

The old beggar man was expressionless, and he didn't look at the man behind him, "Boss, you came all the way here to tell me about this?"

When the silver-haired man heard this, his body couldn't help but tremble. Immediately knelt down on one knee and said, "The master's divine skills are about to be completed, and the second elder will discuss with you about the official closing of the net next year." ”

"Closing the net?" The old beggar's eyes instantly firmed, and then he smiled and said, "After a thousand-year layout, Master is finally going to succeed." ”

The silver-haired man smiled without saying a word, his face facing the ground.

"Go and inform the second elder, let his group of subordinates move faster, each hall must add ten second-level warlocks within a year, and those who achieve the goal will be rewarded with a bottle of holy blood, if it can't be completed...... Just use it as blood food!"

"Don't worry about any kingdom and principality, do your best to increase your strength. This world ...... It's time for chaos too. ”

The old beggar smiled gently, and thousands of runes loomed in his gray eyes. The surrounding environment changed suddenly, and in a quaint hall, the throne stood tall. Eight giant pillars reaching the sky go straight to the heavenly court, and the gray mist and dark space make the atmosphere more solemn.

The little beggar in the old man's arms slept peacefully, and the silver-haired man still moved like a carving, motionless.

"This kid has been with me for two years, and his talent is not bad, I handed him over to you, train him well. ”

The silver-haired* got up, respectfully took the little beggar from the old man's arms, and said with a smile, "Father, this is my 19th brother?"

The old beggar man looked at the little beggar's stained face kindly, stretched out his right hand, and the holy light shone, and the little beggar's originally lame leg was healed immediately. "Little Nineteen, hehe, yes. ”

"And my nineteenth child was given a name...... Falling leaves"

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At this time, it was dusk in Mangala City, and there was gossip that Arthur seemed to have a fork in the marrow washing yesterday and fell into a deep coma. Upon learning the news, Arthur's fiancée, Karina, and his close friend Guruchi visited him.

It is said that for an hour or two, Guruqi had tears in his eyes except for the gates of Snow House, and he cried so much that a ghost cried wolf and could not say a word. What is called brother, this is it!

Karina never returned home, and there was gossip that Renold, the head of the Snow family, was preparing for Karina and Arthur to have offspring as soon as possible.

When this news came out, the crowd was furious and scolded the eighteen generations of Reynolds' ancestors. Boycotts of Snow's products began to appear in Mangala City.

The Snow family's external managers are not at all worried about these boycotts, and the recent anniversary celebration has sold out the backlog of goods in the warehouse. In addition, almost half of the daily necessities in Mangala City come from Snow's factory, such as soap, laundry detergent, clothing, ore for iron smelting, jewelry, etc.

There is still no shortage of large-scale orders, and the products produced by Snow's factory continue to appear on the market just by changing the brand. Moreover, this boycott is only limited to young people, and I believe that after some time of people have forgotten about it, business has still not been affected in the slightest.

Day and night slowly alternate, and a teenager walks alone on a winding mountain road. The boy was dressed in coarse linen clothes and was walking alone with a backpack on his back. There was a faint thought between his eyebrows.

A light brown scarf was wrapped around his neck, one end of which danced in the wind, adding a touch of elegance to the boy.

Suddenly, the boy stopped. A figure floated in front of him.

"Brother Arthur, it's never too late for us to fight and then leave!"