As it turned out, Dussand's eyesight was not only flawless, but even excellent.

After arriving at the door, bypassing the two high-ranking goblins with dusty faces, Dusson saw the young man who was on his knees crying. He looked about two or three years older than himself, and he looked badly malnourished.

He wore a tattered coat that was so dirty that he couldn't see the color, and the leather shoes on his feet didn't even have the soles of them. The sour smell on his body can drill into Dussand's nose even from several meters away.

In his arms, a little girl who couldn't tell her age at all had her eyes closed, and there was no trace of blood on her face. Dussaint could even see the dirt hanging from her eyelashes, and her dust-crushed, immature face.

Her chest was completely unheaving and looked ...... This little girl has been completely freed from the hardships of life.

Dussander looked at the young man who was crying on his knees, but he was almost dry from tears, and he felt some compassion.

He called his steam wagon, then opened the door, and said in an unquestionable tone, "Get on." ”

Fude, who had spent his whole life in hunger and abject poverty, had no idea now, he just wanted his sister in his arms to get better quickly. He didn't think about anything, just dragged his tired steps and stood up with all his might.

He had walked for six hours, more than twelve miles, with his sister on his back, in the midst of hunger and cold winds. After three charity hospitals refused to admit his sister, Forde finally decided to carry his sister to the door of the Internal Affairs Bureau, which manages these charity hospitals, to make a last-ditch effort.

The merciful God heard his cry and sent him a kind old man. In the warm carriage, Forde, who was so sore that he could barely move a finger, almost fell asleep. But he didn't dare to move, just kneeling on the floor of the carriage. He didn't dare to let go of his sister, let alone touch the pretty red velvet cushions on the carriage cushions.

The kind-hearted old man was willing to lend a helping hand to his sister and even used his own carriage to take her to the hospital. Fu didn't dare to do anything that might anger the lord, he didn't know what his actions might make this noble and kind lord unhappy, so he didn't dare to do anything.

Creeping on the floor of the carriage was the least likely way he could think of to anger the kind-hearted old man. He kept touching the tips of Dussand's boots with his forehead, and thanked the old man with a hoarse crying voice. But in his barren brain, the only words of praise he could think of were "kindness" and "kindness."

That's all.

Dussand's heart was sour, and he wanted the poor man to get up, put down his sister on his back, and sit down in his seat for a while. But he was afraid that after doing so, the crumbling young man would completely collapse.

The sister on his back is all he relies on and supports now, and now he finds that his sister's body has been completely stiff and cold...... It didn't do him any good.

"Eat these things." Dussaint took out two pieces of cream cake from the cabinet of the carriage and put them on a silver plate, because they had been sitting for a long time, and the cake itself was slightly hard. Along with the cake, a metal kettle containing half a jug of water was discovered. Food and water were two essential "pastimes" in the carriages of the nobles, and some nobles would replace cakes and water with chunks of beef and spirits – in short, as long as they liked.

Dussaint put the thing beside the young man, and then said in the "haughty" tone characteristic of the aristocracy, "Let people starve to death in my car, and others will only laugh at me when they know about it." ”

If he persuaded the other party to eat something in a friendly voice, Dussander was afraid that the young man would only be more frightened and afraid to eat and drink. Dussander thought about it again and again, and decided to use the inexplicable and inexplicable attitude of the aristocracy to "persuade" the other party.

He looked like he needed something to eat. Newsar was now weather enough to freeze a pond overnight, and the young man's clothes were shockingly thin.

He had to eat something, even if it was in a posture of eating...... Looks like it's feeding a dog.

Dussaint endured the discomfort in his heart and placed the silver plate on the ground. Then put a fork next to it. The young man obviously didn't dare to touch the fork, he just bent down and touched Dussand's boot a few more times with his forehead.

Then he climbed up to the plate, lowered his head, and really ate the cake with only his mouth like a dog.

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It was the first time in his life that he had eaten cream, and it was also the first time he had eaten food made of pure wheat and sugar.

He subconsciously left a piece of cake for his sister to taste the sweetness of the honey - it was much sweeter than the half of the shriveled honey he had stolen from a bee sting last year.

But the kind-hearted lord stopped his behavior, and the lord said that his sister was sick and weak, and eating such sweet food was harmful to the body.

Of course, Fude believed what the old man said, how could the old man who would give himself such a good thing to eat has bad intentions?

He reluctantly finished the second cream cake, and then took a sip of the water in the pot without any strange smell or mud. Then in the warm carriage, I finally couldn't resist the fatigue of my body and fell asleep on the ground.

After falling asleep, Forde remained on his knees. He didn't dare touch the red velvet cushion or let his sister fall off his back.

The steam wagon soon stopped at the door of the best hospital in Newsar. Dussander was afraid that the movement of the door would wake Fudd, so he simply took advantage of his height and got out of the car window.

Jumping out of the carriage, Dussander saw another steam carriage rushing towards it with a huge inertia of at least three hundred pounds. The horse's hooves sparked a cloud of sparks on the ground, and then stopped in front of Dussand.

Escobar jumped out of the cart with a low-level gobrun, and he showed a completely different agility from his size. The head of the Interior Bureau rushed in front of Dusand with a cold wind, and then hunched down his height of 1.6 Joel to the point where he was only two heads taller than Dussand.

"The girl is dead." Dusund, looking at the gas-lit hospital door, said in a deep voice, "But the boy is still alive." Is there any way to get him to accept this reality? ”

"It's easy to do." "You can have the girl's body taken to the hospital, and then three days later the girl will be declared seriously ill and dead." Three days was enough time for him to calm down and then figure it out. ”

Dussaint glanced at Escobar and asked, "Are you sure this works?" ”

"My lord, they are paupers." Escobar whispered, "In poor households, death is as common and natural as falling leaves. They were able to find their own trajectory for life and quickly accepted the reality that keeping the girl's body in the hospital for three days was enough for them to save their hearts. ”

Ten years into the Empire, Dussaint realized that he knew almost zero about the poor people who also inhabited the planet.

He intuitively judged that feeding the dog the same way was the only way to get the poor man who had just lost his sister to eat the cake. But Dussaint really couldn't tell if removing the body of the little girl, who was already stiff, from his back and then leaving the morgue in the hospital for three days, would make him gradually accept reality.

After pondering for a while, Dussander agreed to Director Escobar's suggestion. The low-level goblin and the security guard who came out of the hospital to see the situation quietly sent the little girl into the hospital. Dussander and Escobar stopped in front of the awakened Forde.

"She needs to be admitted to the hospital as soon as possible, so you don't want to go in." Dussander said in a deep voice, "Where is your home?" I'll send you back. ”

Fu subconsciously refused, he hunched over and said, "Master, I know the way, I can walk back." ”

Looking at Forde's appearance, Dussaint wanted to say something, but couldn't say a word. He sighed, and from his bulging pocket, he retrieved a ten-shilling note, as well as a business card that Lawson had given him.

With a pencil, he wrote "Give this poor man a job - Dusander" on the business card, and then stuffed the business card into Forde's hand along with the banknote.

"Tomorrow, you hand over this business card to the Lawson company in the industrial zone." Dussander said solemnly, "The people there will help you keep an eye on your sister's news and give you a job to make ends meet." ”