Wangdu, Zelin Blue Street.

Everywhere there will be hidden, poor, and filthy places, and the same will be true of rich kings. Arthur followed the woman in front of him through the bustling streets, away from all the hustle and bustle, and walked for most of the royal capital, and finally came here. It was so long that Arthur didn't even know how to get back. He didn't understand what this man was for purpose or what kind of organization he was.

There was a lot of garbage piled up in this small street, and there were many people lying on both sides along the way, only some broken straw mats were laid under them, and most of them were middle-aged, and there were a few women who were ugly but better off than the men, at least there was a nest to live in.

As he passed a dark fork in the road, Arthur's ears twitched slightly, and there was a woman's moaning and a man's panting, and Arthur glanced inside. A man is holding the feet of a middle-aged woman and is doing a piston movement. The woman's face was right on Arthur's, and the corner of the woman's mouth hooked her hand at him with a charming smile. The man also found the voyeuristic Arthur, grabbed the woman's hand with some disgust, and worked harder, fuck!

The woman's moans are getting louder and louder...

The man looked back at him defiantly, his hair smelled far away, a shabby garment that could only cover his body and he didn't know where he picked it up, and his big black feet stepped on the slippery gravel floor, lifting rhythmically.

Arthur snorted coldly, ignoring the dog man and woman and continued to move forward, and the woman who led the way seemed to be oblivious to everything here, humming a song on her lips, and jumping quietly forward with her hands behind her back.

A thin mouse appeared in the garbage heap attracted Arthur's attention, he walked cautiously, but was still caught in the hands of an old man who had been waiting for a long time, the group of people sleeping next to him woke up when they heard the wailing of the mouse, and stared at it with green light in their eyes, they quietly got up and did not hesitate to fight for a mouse, the old man who caught the mouse at first had blood on his face and struggled to turn over, ignoring the punches and kicks of the group, opened his mouth and bit off the head of the mouse with a few rotten teeth.

The group was still beating the old man, and a young man rushed up from Arthur's side, and in his hand he struck the group on the head with a stick that had been dyed red at the top like madness, without showing any mercy, and completely beating them to death.

The robbers saw the young man cowardly, rolled on his knees, and returned to his place in fear.

After the young man drove the man away, he put the stick on his left side, sat down next to the old man, wiped the blood from the old man's head with his sleeve, and the old man handed the half-eaten mouse to the young man. He laughed twice and touched his head.

The young man took it and ate it one bite at a time, making a crunching sound in his mouth.

Arthur passed by the young man's side, and the two looked at each other for a moment, their eyes full of indifference and gloom and even a little empty, losing their due brilliance, without any vision for the future.

Arthur looked at the thin old man and the young man and asked, "He's your grandfather." For the first time, Arthur, who had always been calm, spoke with some sentimentality and tingling in his tone, and his heart seemed to open a hole, and he remembered his grandfather, who had died for a long time.

The young man nodded slightly, but his left hand quietly moved in the direction of the stick.

Arthur pinched his ring, he wanted to leave a little money to help the poor pair of grandchildren.

"I advise you not to do anything, the people who live here are garbage and waste at the bottom of society. If you want to help them, it's better not to give them money, just take some food. The woman looked back at Arthur, frowning slightly, and her impression of the baron changed slightly.

Arthur reached into his bosom and pulled out a handkerchief, which was wrapped in a snack stolen from the royal court, which he had intended to eat on the road tomorrow. "My name is Arthur, and if you have any trouble finding me in the future, I will do my best to help you. ”

The pastry was held in the shape of a rose for a long time, and most of it was crushed, and neither the young nor the old reached to take it, and the people around him gradually began to gather closer to Arthur.

"Don't you want to live?" said the woman coldly.

The woman's words were like a holy decree, with a certain majesty, and the men were so frightened that they quickly retracted to their positions, looking at her with a shudder, but looking at Arthur with a different look.

"Thank you. The young man took the pastry and whispered. His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Arthur watched the two of them finish the pastry little by little with his hands behind his back, and then he was relieved, he looked back at the road he had walked and the people on both sides, deeper and deeper, branching out and the whole area, how many people were there?

"What are you waiting for, the person who wants to see you is still waiting. The woman said impatiently.

Arthur glanced at the two of them, and the old man did not look up at him all the time, nor did the young man look at him, except for the thank you, and no one said a word here. Words are useless here, only those with hard fists have a chance to survive, and it is not people who can survive here, but beasts.

"Why didn't they leave?" asked Arthur as he asked the woman leading the way.

"Because they are all outcasts from the world. Baron, everyone here doesn't need to be sympathized, they're all scumbags, you don't know anything about the king, don't worry about some things. Think about what you've seen along the way, and look at their eyes. The woman explained indifferently.

Arthur closed his eyes and sensed everything. Evil thoughts, desires, killings, but not much sorrow and sorrow.

Isn't it sympathetic?, Arthur asked himself softly.

The woman led Arthur through the hellish neighborhood to a residential area where music and laughter could be heard in many homes, and men and women hugging each other in the windows of several houses and looking at the stars, some even dancing. What I just saw seemed like a nightmare, and here it is reality.

The streets are clean and tidy, lined with flowers and small trees, several dogs are chasing each other, and the flat stone path is comfortable to step on. Several carriages continued to come and go in the middle of the night, and the dressed gentleman embraced his beautiful wife before going out, and then rode out of the house to an appointment with no one to go. The moon and stars in the sky were dazzling, but only dark clouds could be seen there.

The woman led him two more streets until he came to the door of a large mansion, "Baron, go in." ”

Arthur was the first to enter, and it was filled with golden paintings, the floor was covered with a bright carpet, and a woman sat elegantly with her back to him by the fireplace.

"Master, he's here. ”

"My name is Alice, Lord Baron. I think you've heard of me. The woman turned and bowed gracefully to Arthur.