The night seemed a long time for Nero.

She lay on the bed, looking boredly at the roof.

Sophie's experience touched her deeply, she never thought that some people in the world could be so despicable.

At the end of the day, it's power. People who don't have strength can't control their own destiny, let their fate drift with the flow, and can only blindly escape, and people with enough strength can let Yiqiē do what he wants.

When a person uses his strength on the right path, he may achieve greatness, and when he uses his strength on the evil path, it can be so unspeakable.

Thinking of the strength, Nero suddenly remembered the wings of fighting energy that he used to save Sophie before, if he hadn't successfully used it at a critical time and arrived in time, Sophie might no longer be alive from that height.

Regarding the Dou Qi Wings, this is the product of her domineering Demonization, she has also tried, and even used it in the realm of a transcendent master, but all of them have failed without exception, but it was before, her Dou Qi Wings actually succeeded, she really felt that her body flew off the ground, but at this time, she only had the brass realm.

Nero couldn't think of any reason, maybe it was the product of perfect domineering, or maybe it was that she had become lighter, she couldn't think of a specific reason. However, when he used that vindictive wing, his domineering spirit increased by a small level.

While this new body bothered her, it also kept bringing new surprises to her.

It's late at night, it's time to sleep, and tomorrow I don't know what will happen again.

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The next day, Nero did not go to the academy.

Perhaps it was the convenience and adaptation that men's clothing brought her, she deliberately bought another men's dress before traveling, and even the clothing store owner was surprised by Nero's handsome man-like look after changing his clothes.

Today, she's going for a walk in the slums.

I may not be able to touch it, but I should try it somewhat.

There is a saying among the nobles.

Don't go to the slums, where there is nothing but chaos and squalor.

Every city has its own dirty side, just like no matter how good a person is, it's hard to be without flaws.

Relatively speaking, Nero was fortunate to be able to live in the house of the baron's uncle, she was now living a privileged life, she was well educated, and she was able to eat delicious food every day.

But not everyone is as lucky as she is.

The slums are dilapidated, filthy and full of violence.

Sometimes, it is not surprising that you see corpses in the streets and alleys, this kind of unlucky ghost can often be encountered, and most of them are black accounts, or have a criminal record, the city guards have no way to find out and are too lazy to deal with it, most of them do not happen, and even something really happens, some people will stuff some money, and the guards will turn a blind eye, as long as there is no riot.

No one would want to live in such a chaotic environment if they could, and for the people here, the aristocratic life was a paradise, because there was no need to be cold, not to starve, and not to be beaten.

Along the way, there are more and more dilapidated houses, the old hanging tower is crumbling, the whitewashed walls have long been peeled off into potholes, a dilapidated scene, most of the people here look spiritless, wearing clothes from many years ago, their eyes are without exception, revealing something called numbness.

Some women with heavy makeup stood at the entrance of the street, and they were feeble to the pedestrians on the side of the road to talk about business, some of them were very young, but fourteen or fifteen years old, and some of them seemed to be in their fifties, and all kinds of thick costumes were a little disgusting, and occasionally saw old men or unsightly guys come up to ask, and then they would walk towards some cheap hotels with those women in their arms, and they would run around the women dishonestly along the way.

There are also some guys, in groups of three or five, carrying sticks, walking towards the sky, embroidered with all kinds of fancy tattoos on their bodies, looking at the flow of air.

What a messy place.

At this moment, someone gently tugged at Nero's clothes, and she turned her head to see that it was a little boy of six or seven years old, with a hungry face, wearing a shabby dress that was obviously large.

"Big brother, okay, can you buy me a piece of bread?" The little boy's eyes were full of hope, "I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten for a day, just a piece of bread, okay?"

A loaf of bread?

Looking at the coarse hard bread in the store next door that only costs three or four copper coins, it looks hard to swallow, especially yesterday, I also had a luxurious meal at the Shangri-La Hotel, and the children here can only ask for a cheap piece of hard bread?

At the roadside bread stand next to him, Nero generously bought two pieces and handed them to the child.

The children departed contentedly, and soon a short distance away a group of children, both men and women, ranging from four to ten years old, surrounded Nero.

"Big brother, buy us a loaf of bread too, we're hungry too. ”

The dirty little hands stained Nero's clothes just scratched, all small handprints, but she didn't care, a few pieces of bread, it didn't cost much, so she bought all the existing hard bread, and then divided them one by one.

But until the bread was gone, and some of the children still refused to retreat, Nero was a little embarrassed, but at this time, the fierce-looking shopkeeper took the initiative to start bombarding people.

"Little bastards, it's enough!"

Under the threat of a thick stick, the children finally ran away.

"This young master, are you coming to the slums for the first time?" the shopkeeper, who had lost his fierce face and had a wrinkled face, sighed a little.

"Yes, uncle, what's the matter?" said Nero, puzzled.

"You have good intentions, but you don't necessarily end well," said the shopkeeper, shaking his head, "They look pitiful on the surface, but when they come out of sight, the older children will snatch all the bread of the younger children, and the hungry will still starve, while the bad boys will enjoy more bread, and when the bullied children grow up, they will also bully the weaker than them." So, you are doing a good thing, but no one will necessarily appreciate you. ”

"Really?"

Nero was silent for a moment, and the shopkeeper's words made sense.

These children, some of them are the children of the **, and some of the fathers are gangsters, it is difficult to have a tutor, and it is difficult for you to expect such children to be of noble character.

The shopkeeper looked at the children and said, "It's pitiful and pitiful, it's hateful or hateful, these clever children often go to those nobles who look good at talking to beg, because some well-wishers will always give generously." I've lived in this place for a long time, and I'm used to seeing that my bakery has been stolen by those kids more than once, just like just now, if I don't chase people with sticks, your wallet will be in danger. ”

"Thank you," looking at the shopkeeper's kind reminder, Nero couldn't help but have a good impression of the shopkeeper, "By the way, uncle, you have lived here for a long time, you should know something, I want to ask, in this area, have you ever seen a person with a ghost-eyed spider tattooed on his shoulder?"

"What, you're looking for them?" the shopkeeper frowned, his expression a little solemn.

Looking at the way he looked, obviously knowing something, Nero didn't expect to find the clues so quickly, and besides, there seemed to be more than one of those guys, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"That's not a bunch of good people," the shopkeeper looked at Nero with a wary look on his face, "it's okay, don't have anything to do with them." ”

"I'll take care of something with them," Nero smiled, "some personal vendettas." ”

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