Relying on the dimensional passage of the lamp god, Rogge and the others successfully returned to the territory of the Human Empire, the Glorious Plains.

On the border of the Duchy of Italy, bordering the Swamp of Death, Rog separated from Antonio, who did not accept Tali's suggestion to have the god of lights send them to Itali, the capital of the Itali king, saying that he still had some work to do on the way to Itali.

After separating from Antonio and Tali, Rog took Catherine, Lilith, Monica, and Murphy along the main road to the west, which was in the height of summer, lined with greenery and birds, and a pleasant mood for the group who had just returned alive from the Hydra's lair.

After walking for about a week, a small town appeared in front of her, and the street sign next to the gate read "Welcome to Willis Town", and Catherine couldn't help but stop and look up at them, with mixed feelings on her face.

"What's wrong with the stupid girl?" asked the little furball, noticing Catherine's unusual reaction, turning her little head to stare at her.

"Nothing, act......ually," Catherine said, glancing inside the door, "this is where I lived when I was a child." ”

"It's Catherine's hometown!" Monica said in surprise.

"Then let's go in and have a look, there should be a lot of memories here. Murphy smiled and turned back to Catherine.

The girl's expression was not as happy as theirs, and Rog on the side quietly glanced at the complicated expression on her face, and walked towards the town without saying a word, and Catherine silently followed him with Murphy.

It was the morning, the town was very lively, the streets were full of lively workshops, because Itali bordered the dwarven territory, many of the dwarves' industrial technology was introduced to the human kingdom from Itali, and Itali also became the most industrially developed principality in the territory of the Farrell Empire.

For this reason, Itali is a large city and a small town, full of smoke-filled workshops and factories with billowing chimneys, the most advanced firearms, the best weaponsmiths and armor makers, and an important source of ore, with the largest number of mines in the country of the three principalities.

As the group walked, the crowd in front of them suddenly became noisy, and a large number of townspeople gathered in front of a majestic building, and an old woman in a black priest's robe stood on the high steps in front of the building, and was speaking loudly to the crowd, and cheers were heard from the crowd below from time to time.

Rog stopped at the back of the crowd and looked up at the building, which was imposing, like a magnificent temple, with a small open space in front of the grand staircase as a courtyard, and a high wall outside, and two golden gates carved with angels that looked sacred and solemn.

"Bad wolf, what are they doing?" asked the little furball, leaning on his head and stretching his neck, watching the excitement.

"Why are you standing so high, asking me why?" said Rogge, staring at the old woman who was speaking on the big staircase, "All I know is that this is an orphanage." ”

"Is it like Lady Louise?" asked the little furball curiously, "take all the little children who don't have their parents, teach them knowledge and magic, and make them all as beautiful as I am!"

"You're in narcissism again!" said Rogge, shrugging an eyebrow.

"They're not as good as Lady Louise, Lilith. Catherine stopped beside Rogge and gritted her teeth.

Rog and Little Furball looked back at her at the same time, and in Catherine's face they saw an unspeakable gnashing hatred, as if something deep in her bone marrow was soaked in her blood, making her gaze look like a sharp sword.

Following her gaze, Rogge turned his gaze to the old woman on the big steps, who was telling the audience about the orphanage's reception so far this year, and the philanthropists who donated money to the orphanage, and every time she said Sir So-and-so's name, there was a cheer from the audience.

"You know her, don't you?" asked Rog softly, staring at the old woman on the steps.

"I'll recognize her even if I turn her to ashes!" said Catherine, gritting her teeth.

"It seems that you are not a good boy in the eyes of your old dean. Rogge stared mockingly at the old dean, and laughed softly.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been here for a long time!" replied Catherine, staring coldly at the old dean.

"Is that old woman a bad person?" Little Furball heard a hint from their conversation, turned back and spread her little wings and asked Catherine, "Do you want me to help the stupid girl teach her a lesson?"

"Don't mess around, are you going to get into trouble in front of so many people?" said Rogge, shaking his head slightly.

At this moment, the old dean on the steps announced loudly: "Now, please speak to Baron Hood, who has the most funds from this house!"

In the warm applause, a well-dressed middle-aged man slowly came to the old dean with a cane, he nodded to the old dean, and then said to the crowd with a cane in both hands: "Thank you, what I did is only what I should do, I really don't deserve such praise!"

"This last sentence is the only truth!" Catherine muttered with a sneer.

On the steps, Baron Hood continued: "In the past year, in addition to donating money to the orphanage to help the children in the orphanage to obtain a good living and learning environment, I have also taken away many orphans who have grown up and arranged for their future life. ”

"Today, these children are living well in the surrounding villages and towns, most of them have married and had children, their own fields and shops, and some of them have remained with me and become my assistants. ”

"I also often visit the children I have helped to find out if there is anything in need of help in their lives, and I always believe that young people are the future of the country, so I am willing to give everything I have to support these children so that they can all become useful people for the country!"

Baron Hood's speech drew applause from the audience, and the baron bowed to everyone with a smile on his face, turned to shake hands with the old dean, and said that a new group of adult orphans had set out this morning for the place of work he had arranged for them.

Seeing the smiling baron, Catherine in the crowd gritted her teeth hatefully, turned around and walked out of the crowd, Murphy hurriedly turned around and followed, Rogge stood in place and stared at the baron for a moment, and quietly walked out of the crowd.

He followed Catherine and Murphy unhurriedly, as if oblivious to the girl's indignation, and looked around at the houses on both sides of the street, when a boy burst out of the alley in front of him and crashed into Catherine's arms.

Catherine, who had been staggered by the boy, steadied herself and leaned over to help the ragged child up, when two old women in priestly robes hurried out of the alley.

The two dragged the boy up from the ground, one covered the boy's mouth and dragged the struggling child back into the alley, and the other nodded and apologized to Catherine, saying that the boy was not mentally normal, and after repeatedly apologizing, he hurriedly turned around and entered the alley.

Catherine stood silently as the two dragged the boy deeper into the alley, her fists clenched into fists, grabbed the handle of the silver hammer at her waist, and strode into the alley.

Rogge, who was walking behind slowly, saw Murphy following closely, and he followed them unhurriedly, and the little furball thought he was too abrasive, so he flapped his wings and chased into the alley, and suddenly saw that in the depths of the alley, two old women were pressing the boy to the ground and punching and kicking him.

The little furball suddenly became angry in his heart, and was about to step forward to rescue the boy, Catherine had already rushed to the front and knocked the two of them to the ground with a kick, pulled out a silver gun from her waist and pointed at them and shouted: "You brutes in human skin, get out of me immediately, otherwise don't blame me for killing you!"

The two old women were so frightened that they fled into the back door of the orphanage, and Catherine and Murphy, who came later, stepped forward to help the boy up, and saw that he was covered with bruises, large and small wounds all over his body, and the only thing that was not injured was a pale and thin face.

"Thank you, thank you, miss, thank you, sir!" the boy shuddered and thanked the two of them, and Catherine held him in her arms and kept comforting him, asking Monica to help him heal his wounds.

Murphy glanced back at the back door of the orphanage where the two old women had fled, and said to Catherine, "Let's take him out of here first, or it will be difficult for someone to shout after a while." ”

Catherine nodded in agreement, and was about to ask Murphy to pick up the boy, but the boy grabbed her hand and begged: "Miss, I see that you are all capable people, please help me, save my brother!"

"Your brother?" Catherine and Murphy looked at each other and asked the boy what he meant, and the boy told them that his brother had just come of age last month, and that the director of the orphanage had sold him and a number of other adult orphans to Baron Hood to be sent to Baron Hood's mines to work as coolies.

"This old bastard!" Catherine scolded hatefully, and Murphy hurriedly asked the boy, "Where are your brother and the other young people now?"

"They had just been taken away by Hood's men in a carriage and headed for the baron's castle. The boy said to the two with tears in his eyes.

"We've got to get those kids back!" Catherine said anxiously to Murphy.

Murphy nodded, looked up and saw Rog appear behind Catherine with a leisurely step, the small furball landing on his shoulder, Murphy stood up and told Rogge what had happened, and surprisingly, Rogge didn't seem interested in it and rejected him without hesitation.

"We'd better not waste our time on this kind of thing, it's all too common in the Empire's territory, and almost every orphanage has something like that. Rogge said casually glancing at the boy in Catherine's arms.

"How can we see death and not save it?" Catherine raised her head in surprise when she heard this, and shouted to Rogge: "Hood, bastard, how many orphans he has bought and sold with the old dean over the years, how many boys have died in his mines, how many girls have been tarnished by him, how can we let this scumbag continue to harm people?"

"That's why you got out of the orphanage, right?" asked Rogge, looking down at her.

"Yes," said Catherine, clenching her fists with grief and indignation, "that old rascal has taken a fancy to me, and he wants to buy me back from the orphanage, which is why I desperately want to escape from the orphanage!"

"Well, if you must go, I won't stop you, but I won't, I have more important things to do, let's meet at the biggest inn in town. Rogge turned and walked away.