The prosperous status is not necessarily the absence of poverty, the more prosperous it is, the more dirty things exist behind the prosperity.

As a hub city in the north and center, the prosperity of the three urban districts has also contributed to the decline of one urban district.

From the beginning of entering Xicheng District, the number of half-orcs on the streets has increased significantly, and the corresponding orcs and humans are difficult to see. Everywhere there was a scene of sewage flowing, and the orcs, whose clothes could not cover their bodies, stood numbly or crouched on both sides of the street. They are like a cheap commodity, waiting for their employer to arrive, and then, with a salary that cannot support their families, they are taken out to work and then walk back on their own.

Orcs are also able to give birth, and have a high success rate of childbearing.

The family structure of the orcs is relatively simple, often only having two generations: parents and children. As soon as anyone begins to reach old age and is unable to support themselves through labor, the old orcs will be banished by their family members, leaving the protection of the family, and eventually starving to death on the streets because they cannot work. It's not cruelty to anyone, it's the cruelty of reality that makes orcs have to abandon the elderly population who have no labor force to ensure the continuation of their families and children.

If this is cruelty, then Wren sees it even more cruel.

A pale-faced female orc sank a baby who looked like it had not been born long ago in a water tank, watching the orc baby from a violent struggle to no longer moving. She drowned her child with her own hands, but there was no trace of sadness in her expression and movements. Even the orcs around them didn't seem to pay much attention to the mother and son.

The female orcs scooped the lifeless baby out of the water tank, placed it on a straw mat with obviously rough handiwork, rolled it up haphazardly, tied it to its ends, and threw it in the garbage heap by the roadside. The wild dogs, who had been impatient for a long time, had red eyes one by one, shook their heads and shook their heads after the woman left, quickly ran to the garbage heap, grabbed a small straw bale and drilled into the alley on the side.

Several dingoes even bit each other for it, and a black dog, who was noticeably more majestic than the others, got this hearty dinner, and he would not go hungry again for the coming week.

A half-orc family can often only afford a maximum of two laborers, but in a class with no birth control and no obvious recreational activities, almost every family has to deal with such overproduction. It's not that they deliberately want to give birth to the child and then kill the child, but many orcs don't get enough nutrition all year round, and they don't realize that they already have a child in their womb when they are six or seven months pregnant.

Without adequate knowledge of hygiene and physiology, coupled with poverty, menstruation is not something that every female orc of childbearing age has, and many female orcs only come once or twice a year.

By the time they find out, it's too late, and in order to avoid killing the baby in the womb and dragging down the mother, basically pregnant female orcs will choose to give birth to the baby and then drown them.

This is the world of the half-orcs, this is also the ruthless oppression and exploitation of the red fruit behind the prosperity of Byron, as the cornerstone of society, the half-orc race can't even eat, but they still have to continue to contribute to the country.

Of course, not all orcs live such a hot life, there are also half-orc riches, half-orc officials, and half-orc nobles in the empire. But once these orcs are out of the lowest status, they are no longer orcs. No matter what you call them, they are always not orcs, and it is impossible for them to do anything for them, on the contrary, they will join the army of exploiting them, and become glorious and great exploiters and oppressors!

Inferiority!

"Sir, are you hiring?", one of them looked ...... The short half-orc, who couldn't tell his age, leaned in, and the reason why he couldn't tell his age was because the brown hair on his face was really a little long and dirty, but his skin was relatively firm, and he should be a young man. The young orc raised his arm to show off his muscles, "I'm only seventeen years old, I'm very strong, and I'm not afraid of tiredness or danger, all I need to do is give me five loaves of bread for a day's work!"

The bread in his mouth was the bread that Baturu had in his arms, and it was about the thickness of an adult's arm, a foot long, and a whole wheat bread. There are other things in this bread that are sold exclusively to the poor, and need to be heated over a fire or dipped in a little hot soup before eating, otherwise a few teeth may be broken. One such loaf of bread was enough for a half-orc family for a day, and if you could get five days of food for a day's work, then it was a very good deal.

Wren shook his head, and the young orc sat down on the side of the road again with a disappointed expression, and the other orcs with burning antimid eyes became a little frustrated.

Wren likes it here, and the more desperate people are, the more they can understand the preciousness of hope. It's like you have a piece of black bread in your hand, and when you face those rich businessmen, they don't even want to look at them. But if you are dealing with a poor orc, then he is willing to do anything for you and will also remember the gift you have given him.

The House of Hope is located in this huge shantytown in the west of the city.

Baturu returned home, hid all the bread before running back, and under his leadership, Wren finally met the steward of the House of Hope in Sharna, a female orc.

It's hard to imagine that the head of such a closed and at the same time extraordinarily radical organization is a woman, and feminine femininity doesn't seem to have much to do with the subject. But the truth always makes people feel that their brains are not enough, and this steward is just a woman.

"Hello, dear guest. The woman named Lulu was polite and cautious at the same time, and Wren was the first non-orc to arrive. All firsts are often doubtful and intimidating until the ultimate value is determined. Like the first person to eat crabs, the first to eat eggplants, and the first people to risk their lives to eat tomatoes.

Wren, the first human to come to the orc race!

"I'm not from Byron, I'm Desi, so in my eyes, we're all roughly equal. Wren's first words made Lulu a little shocked, a little relieved, and a little frightened.

Accustomed to being treated by orcs and humans as the most inferior humanoid race, suddenly someone said that we are all roughly equal, and that kind of impact and recognition is enough to surprise Lulu with fear. The more Wren said that, the more wary it became on her face. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but she didn't want to be hurt either.

Wren looked around and couldn't find even a place to sit, so he had to stand. There are actually so many places to sit, like on the ground. Orcs rarely buy luxury goods like furniture, and I'm afraid that only those orcs who live in megacities will have the money and ability to buy or make these things. In Charnah, all orcs sit on the ground and sleep on a pile of rags and straw.

As for the house...... Look up at the simple shed with air leaks on all sides, this is their home.

Wren didn't intend to have a deeper contact with Lulu, he directly stated his purpose, "After I came, I saw the miserable living conditions and conditions of my orc brothers and sisters, and I sincerely felt your grief and despair, so I plan to help you, in addition to making your life better, I also hope that you can stand up." ”

"I want to meet your leader, the number one man in the House of Hope. ”

Although Lulu understood what every word Wren said, she didn't understand it when it was connected. She thought for a moment before she cautiously asked, "You mean you want to see our president, and you plan to give us something?"

"Yes!"

A short and powerful syllable made Lulu's face have a layer of joy, her eyebrows trembled slightly, and she continued to ask, "Please forgive me for being rude, may I ask, what are you going to give us?"

"Gold!", a special smile appeared on Wren's face, "There is still a spark of hope!"

Of course, this is not the first time that someone is willing to give gold to an orc, and there have been many people in the history of oppression of orcs who have wanted to use this group to do something. For example, the sheep people, the sheep people's Kolkojin King thought of pulling the orcs to rebel together, but unfortunately his plan failed. This race with an extremely low self-esteem doesn't seem to be able to raise even a trace of fighting spirit, and Kolmokin's actions undoubtedly make the situation even worse for the orcs.

A bunch of untouchables still want to rebel?

Whether they have this idea or not, whether they really put it into action or not, in short, their living conditions are even worse.

As if feeling that saying this was not enough to attract Lulu's attention, Wren added, "Every month, I will give 50,000 gold coins to the House of Hope." If you can do what I want, the number will continue to grow tenfold or even tenfold. ”

Lulu gasped, she couldn't imagine the impact of 50,000 gold coins a month on the millions of orcs in the Byron Empire.

But it is undeniable that this is definitely a good influence, so much so that it can be said that these 50,000 gold coins are enough to change the status quo of the entire orc collective!

For such a big matter, she couldn't be the master at all, so she could only contact the president of the House of Hope immediately.