Little boy, standing on the bank of the river, standing above the ruins.

He was dressed in orange, his chest and back soaked in muddy water, and it was a dirty black. His face was covered in mud, his feet were in the water, and the mutiny floated with broken branches, planks, and the corpse of a squirrel.

The squirrel's carcass was already somewhat decomposed, giving off a foul smell that had provoked a few flies.

The foul, mixed with the bits and pieces of water of all the catastrophe rushed to his ankle again and again, and the boy waited with his head raised, his dark eyes watching the merchant ships that sailed along the river.

"Look at that poor boy!" On the deck of the merchant ship, the woman holding the man's arm with red eyes said, "Give him some biscuits." ”

"You, you're just too soft-hearted! I can't see that! The man scratched the woman's nose dotingly, and ordered the sailor to throw the prepared biscuits to the boy standing on the shore.

"Kid, pick it up!" The sailor shouted, leaned back, and threw the biscuit vigorously beside the boy.

Smack...... The boxy biscuits, wrapped in oiled paper, smashed into the water at the boy's feet. The boy quickly bent down, picked up the biscuit that was floating in the water, and tossed it up.

This pack of biscuits weighs about 1kg, which is enough for his family to eat for two days.

"Thank you! Thank you so much Mr. and Madame! You must be very good people, I wish you a lot of money in business, a promotion as an official, and an early birth of a noble son ......"

A big smile appeared on the boy's dirty face, and his mouth kept spitting out words of praise!

This clever boy provoked the woman to cover her mouth and chuckle, especially the sentence that the early birth of the noble son went straight to her heart. The man around him has never had an heir, if he is pregnant with his flesh and blood, how can the yellow-faced woman in the family fight with him?

"Give that kid a little bit, this clever ghost is so cute!" The woman said with a smile.

Hearing the woman's command, the man who had been using the pole in the bow of the boat to prop up the obstacle around the cowfish lowered the pole and picked up two identical biscuits.

"Take it!" The sailor casually threw two biscuits into the boy's place.

Smack...... ...... click, the biscuit splashed into the water and made two splashes, one smashed into the floating wooden plank, the oil paper broke, and the broken biscuit powder fell into the water, attracting a few small fish to eat.

The ship had gone a little farther, and the biscuit dropped by the sailor was more than twenty meters away from the little boy.

"Thank you! Thank you! The boy shouted, his footsteps stirring up a splash towards the two biscuits. He put the first biscuit he got into his collar and held it up with the neckline.

The water was deeper, and the boy tried his feet to probe the invisible bank of the river, and with his hands he pulled away the driftwood and branches in front of him.

The bricks that had been knocked off by the waves were so stinging that despite being careful enough, the boy suddenly felt a sharp pain behind the thumb of his left foot.

He was scratched, probably from broken glass or tiles or something.

Regardless of the pain, he continued to walk, and the fish felt the boy scatter and flee. The boy reached out and grabbed the driftwood board holding the biscuit and pulled it in front of him.

"The first one!" The boy grinned, showing his shiny teeth. The oiled paper was already torn and could not be wet, so the boy had to hold the biscuit in one hand and hold it high and walk to the second bag of biscuits floating on the water.

Poof! Splash! The biscuit was in the river, and the boy fluttered his limbs in panic and drank a few sips of dirty water mixed with leaves, small stones, and sludge before regaining his balance.

He can swim...... Children in the water capital will be, and there is no way for those who can't survive in this city.

The bag of biscuits on the collar floated beside him at this time, and the little boy turned around and took it back, but the tattered bag of biscuits and oiled paper in his hand had already been scattered.

Slices of biscuits floated beside the boy.

"Ahh The boy screamed in pain, viciously scooped a few biscuits from his side and stuffed them into his mouth with the dirty seawater, and munched on them.

The little boy quickly climbed back to the riverbank, and when the boat passed, the biscuits that had been floating on the river were gone.

"How...... Such! ”

An uncomfortable emotion stuck in the little boy's throat like vomiting, and his eyes seemed to burst the embankment, and tears welled up.

"Can't cry, can't cry!" The little boy smashed his fist on his chest, suppressing his uncomfortable emotions.

At this moment, a fierce boat bell sounded in the river, and a luxury sailing boat that the little boy had never seen before was heading towards the little boy.

It is 13 meters wide, a third of the main channel, and its hull is painted bright yellow with black stripes, and its helmsman is in the shape of a dolphin.

From the side, the boy could still see the muzzles of the guns neatly arranged, about twenty of them.

"Nick, what are you doing here, your brother?" On the boat, a familiar voice was heard. Nick looked up and saw Brother Frankie waving to him on the railing.

"My brother is cleaning up the garbage, and my mother is sick. Brother Frankie! I'm trying to get them something to eat outside. ”

"Nick, you have to go home, go home!" Frankie shouted. He knew what Nick meant by finding something to eat, nothing more than waiting on the shore for handouts. But there were not only officials and merchants who gave charity to satisfy their compassion, but also pirates and gangsters who took advantage of the disaster to loot and profit.

Traditionally, after the tsunami of the gods of water, the adult residents of the water city had to participate in the restoration and cleaning of the city in order to receive the food and wages stored at the town hall.

But this time, the money in the water capital was spent on engineering activities to welcome the Draconians, so the residents who worked only received stored food. The tiring work and enough food to feed their stomachs made them accumulate a lot of resentment, and many young people secretly left the team to start a scavenging party.

The so-called scavengers are not really scavengers, and the residents of the Water City are accustomed to making waterproof cellars to hide money and food in the cellars, while the young people will take advantage of the chaos after the disaster to pry open the cellars with tools and loot the contents.

Nick finally listened to Frankie's advice and ran home.

And on the Draco ship, Tom, the boatman, is making his own request.

"Lord Willibald St., can I advance my wages? The Water City is now in the midst of an important post-disaster reconstruction, and I have to do my part. ”

"You haven't made a wheel or a track for me, how can you mention money with me?" Willibald St. said with some anger: "I have given you a valuable job and promised that if you do well, you will be spared the death penalty. ”

"This ......," Tom grimaced, "then can I ask Lord Willibald Holy to give me some grace so that I can go home and get the money." ”

"Tom, boatman, I hope you don't get confused about your identity!" Willibald said angrily, "Don't ask for me, or I'll seal the dragon's hoof on you!" ”

Willibald St. finished speaking and left with CP0 in a rage.

The only thing left in the cabin is Loki and Loki's maid, as well as Tom, the lost shipwright.

"Mr. Tom, I have some private money to fund you!" Loki spoke, much to the surprise of the lost Tom.

"As long as you can make a little thing for me." As he spoke, Loki motioned for the maid to take something out of her bosom.

"Of course, I am so good at my craft that I can ...... whatever Madame does," Tom was speechless.

Because the maid took out something from his bosom that he was too familiar with to be more familiar - the design blueprint of the ancient weapon Hades.

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