For the noble Mr. Horsen, the poor, dirty, chaotic, and lowly Poole district was like a flood beast that could not be avoided. It was as if as soon as he heard www.biquge.info the name, his pure bloodline would be desecrated, and breathing the air there, his lifespan would be shortened by a few years.

But the heir to the noble Iron Thorn family. Mr. Al Edward, on the other hand, had a strange insistence that he would personally select the inferior servants. To be honest, Huo Sen couldn't understand this kind of thinking, and in his opinion, this kind of thing just needs to be handed over to his subordinates, and it is far less important than sitting in the afternoon sun and enjoying a mellow afternoon tea.

But Mr. Al, despite his revered status, came from the western realm after all, and it was difficult for him to make ends meet in this holy city. Listen to Mr. Al's words, "Know that I'm the only friend of yours here," and that he can only rely on me. And I, Horsen Statham, will do my best to live up to the friendship.

What a pure friendship, what a noble sentiment! Touched by his own good qualities, Howson chattered beside Al, hoping to provide some "little" advice to the newcomer.

"Mr. Al, I still think it's undignified to go to a place like Poole with your noble status, as long as you send a housekeeper to the district. ”

"Mr. Al, do you know what is the most important and lavish ball of the year in Radiant City? It is the New Year's ball organized by His Royal Highness Loris Grievous, the Third Prince! I have heard that the nobles who can be invited to participate are all extremely noble and unimaginably honorable. The star-studded scene full of friends is really exciting to think about! Of course, Mr. Al, you are a noble person, and the Third Prince will definitely invite you to participate next year. ”

"Mr. Al, the most popular style of clothing now is red and blue, embroidered with a row of pea buttons, epaulettes with tassels, and a violet on the chest with gold wire, which I heard was first fashioned at the ball in the Prime Minister's Palace. If you have time, you might as well do it, it's not a matter of sloppiness. ”

"Mr. Al, when it comes to making clothes, the best thing in the whole Shenghui City is Old Pagni's tailor's shop, and I know him very well when it comes to Old Pagni,......"

At first, Al listened with relish and was full of interest. A lot of the gossip and rumors that Huo Sen said were quite interesting, but the more this guy talked about it, the more boring he became, all about clothes, food, dances, and fun, and it seemed that this gentleman's brain capacity was entirely composed of eating, drinking, and having fun. A mouthful of "Mr. Al" made Al's temples bruise, and he couldn't wait to lift the civilized stick in his right hand and smash this guy's head.

The carriage made a long detour until El wondered if it had left Shenghui City, and the surrounding scene became more and more barren and dilapidated. He interrupted Hawson's chatter and asked, "Mr. Hawson, how is this Poole so far away, so remote?"

Mr. Horsen pursed his lips in disgust, "This kind of nasty place in Poole District is the cancer of Shenghui City, pustules. How can it be built close to Hawley and get in the way of the sight, of course, the farther away the better. ”

Then he began to introduce Al to the high society of Radiance City with great interest, and if what he said was true, it would be useful to El. But the problem is that all he says is "I've heard" and "it seems" is really annoying. Al could not beat or scold him, but could only endure it.

Therefore, no matter how noble a person is, once he asks for others, he becomes a grandson. It is as strong as Grievous the Great, if he asks for a beggar and can't take it, I am afraid that he will have to obediently step down from the throne, squat on the ground side by side with the beggar, and say the word "please".

That's why there is such an ancient saying: the wall is a thousand thousands, and there is no desire to be rigid.

Thankfully, there was an end to the torture, and after passing through another gate, Horsen slammed his mouth shut because Poole had arrived.

There seemed to be a strange smell in the air, as if feces, urine and body odor were mixed and intertwined. Huo Sen is like a woman who has been molested suddenly, screaming, and the high note is enough for him to go to the opera house as a eunuch singer, maybe he can become popular. He hurriedly took out his handkerchief and pinched his mouth and nose, and his trembling expression seemed to be about to be ravaged after being molested. Al took a deep breath, frowned, and emerged from the carriage under Horsen's terrified gaze, greeted by numbness, poverty, bitterness, ignorance, and despair.

Skinny and poorly clothed people sat in disarray on the ground. Many of them were women and children, and when the freshly dressed and angry El appeared in front of them, they only glanced up, their gray pupils were motionless, and they didn't know what they were looking at, as if the brightly dressed Al had also become gray in their eyes, and the whole world had lost its brightness.

The smell in the air is heavier, disgusting It seems that it is not only feces, urine or body odor, but also the fishy smell of rotten pus, which reminds people of rotten pork in the vegetable market for no reason, and no one even wants to give it away for free, and what about these people?

Occasionally, a few rats jumped by, I don't know if it was because they were in the Poole area, and even they were skinny and small. Seeing that the rats seemed to hear a command, several people jumped up from the ground and pounced on one to catch one. But after being hungry for many days, they had no strength to catch them, but after a while, they saw these rats running around and disappearing into the dark shadows of the horns. Unable to catch the mice, these people lay on the ground like zombies, unable to move.

The women lay bare-chested, and sometimes a man lay on top of them, doing the fornicating thing in broad daylight. The women did not resist, but lay there on all sides, allowing the men to violate them. This seems to be the only ripple in this backwater, some men are all around, screaming "ho-ho" in their throats, but they don't do it, knowing that it also requires physical strength to do it, and where do they get the strength? Some people rolled down after a few shocks on the woman, as if they had exhausted their last strength, and died silently after two convulsions, and the people around them did not care, leaving the dead body lying on the ground, no one paid attention, only a swarm of flies suddenly appeared and flew up and down around the corpse, they may be a rare life in this place.

At this moment, a tall, well-dressed thin man walked like an animal leading a group of people Shi Shi, who also looked skinny, but they were still wearing rags. There are several followers behind the thin and tall man, and a few of them are five big and three thick, with big shoulders and round waists, and they are not good at first glance.

The man approached, raised his head, and the attendant next to him understood, and shouted in a rough voice: "Master Bullock wants to pick ten slaves, five men and five women, and those who want to sell themselves should hurry up and line up." ”

All of a sudden, the world seemed to come alive again, and people got up from the ground and scrambled to shout, "Choose me, choose me!" and they knelt in front of the tall and thin man, and some even wanted to lick his shoes.

The scene got out of control for a while, and finally stopped after the henchmen drew their sticks and knocked down several people. The people lined up, and the old man Bullock was like picking an animal, pinching his chest and patting his buttocks, and choosing ten slaves. The chosen ones wept with joy, and the unchosen ones lay down on the ground again with a sigh and returned to their original half-dead appearance.

Al stood diagonally behind him, witnessing the strange thing. He suddenly felt a little overcast, and when he looked up, he saw that at some point thick dark clouds blocked the sunlight and shrouded the place in shadows, and it seemed that it was another spring rain.

This is a stinky ditch without the slightest hope, a Shura field where everyone competes to be a slave, and a place where happiness quietly slips away.

This is the Poole district, where the gods no longer pay attention and where the sun does not shine.