The reason for choosing the East End and the Bridge District is also very deliberate.

As a wild extraordinary, although he has an official background, his dress and figure are a little too conspicuous.

In places like the North End or the West End, it's a bit out of place.

In the populous and chaotic districts of Beckland Bridge or the East End, it seems normal to be on its own.

Roman had been to the Bridge District before, where you could see people with different regional styles and looks.

The people of the plateau, the people of Bairan, and the people of Fusak can be seen everywhere.

Although I haven't been to the East Side yet, I think the more chaotic East End itself seems more normal.

Or rather, in that part of the East End, where no one cares about you, people are often mired in hunger and poverty, and they don't have the heart to observe others.

With this mentality, Roman took a leisurely carriage ride to the east end of Beckland.

As soon as he got out of the car, Roman noticed that he seemed to be a little out of place here, not in shape, not in appearance, but in clothes.

Roman himself has never been particular about foreign objects such as clothes, it is good to be comfortable to wear and convenient for fighting, and the wide trench coat on his body is not a precious fabric.

However, after getting off the bus, within the scope of his eyes, Roman saw that the people were already relatively decent, and most of them were ragged and thin.

When you see the "well-dressed" Roman, everyone along the way will look at Roman strangely.

There are also corners where malicious eyes fall on Roman from the shadows.

Roman, who was carrying a sword box on his back, never expected that he would be treated differently by others not because of his figure, not because he was dressed as if he was about to fight, but because he was dressed "brightly".

Roman, who didn't know how to express his feelings, came to the "Eastern Side Improvement Housing Company" to find a suitable house.

After some on-the-ground observation, Roman chose a one-bedroom house that was relatively clean compared to the East End, with a rent of 4 soles and 8 pence per week.

Roman paid two weeks' rent and an equal deposit of 18 soles and 8 pence at once, not including the use of the furniture in the house.

Because there is almost no such thing as "furniture" in the house.

Roman signed the agreement and came to the house.

Sitting on the somewhat worn wooden bed, listening to the crunching sound of the bed being oppressed by Roman, I remembered what I had just seen and heard along the way.

fell silent.

Before arriving in the East End, Roman had never imagined what life would be like for the truly poorest people in the world.

Even if I have seen the description when I read it before, even if I feel sad and angry about the death of the old Kohler when I read the original book, it is only a description of words after all.

Roman never thought about what the so-called "yellow face and thin muscles" really looked like, and Roman never really felt what it was like to be hungry, whether it was in his past life or now.

The scenes I just saw shook Roman's heart.

Along the way, Roman saw too many homeless people, who were wandering in the streets and alleys, in the garbage, on the ground, searching for everything that could be eaten, even if it could no longer be called food in Roman's opinion.

At noon, at that luxurious Intis-style restaurant, he enjoyed a lavish meal worth 10 pounds, and Roman even felt a little ashamed at the moment.

Even if the sight in front of him had nothing to do with Roman, even if the 10 pounds were earned by fighting the pirates desperately on the sea, there was no need to be sorry for it.

Roman somewhat understands what the original Rick Lane did for the sake of those "straws".

The situation in front of us is a scene that will shock anyone who has come from an era of peace and abundance, who has experienced education, and who does not have to struggle with food and clothing.

Crane was like that, and I believe so was Russell back then.

Roman rubbed his face vigorously and sorted out his mood.

Seeing that it was getting late, Roman was ready to find a restaurant and get a taste of the East End's food.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Roman arrives at a restaurant near his residence.

As soon as he entered, Roman felt a strong East End style, the tables and chairs inside looked old and greasy, even at dinner, there were not many people.

Roman went to the bar, ordered a few stews and two loaves of bread, asked for the "best" beer, and after paying for it, took the food and found a seat in the corner by the window, which cost three soles in total.

While tasting the food on the plate, I observed the people around me.

Maybe Roman's dinner was too "sumptuous", or maybe because of his dress, many people in the restaurant were also looking at Roman with strange eyes.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the food on the plate is not particularly unpalatable, but because the ingredients are not fresh and the seasoning is not rich, it looks a little bad.

Roman ate his dinner slowly, looking through the window at the crowd outside.

Most of them had hungry faces, and some of them were fairly sober, residents of the East Side, thin and hurried, perhaps on their way to their next place of work.

Some looked numb, tired, and walked slowly and stiffly through the streets outside, looking for something to feed on, this is the homeless people of the East End.

There are a lot of women in the shadows on the street corners, some young, some even slightly old, who seem to be waiting for something.

Roman ate all the food in silence, carried the sword box, and walked out of the restaurant.

Not knowing where to go, Roman walked slowly along the dirty streets of the East End.

Even if he is powerful and looks very difficult to mess with, there are still many pickpockets who are eyeing the "well-dressed" Roman.

Of course, their every move, even their expression, can't escape Roman, who has dark vision.

"Driven by hunger, maybe being beaten is a price to pay."

While sighing in his heart, Roman casually turned sideways, dodging the hand that had just crossed his hand and reached for his pocket.

Roman didn't mean to teach the pickpocket a lesson.

There are such people everywhere, thieves, pickpockets, gangsters, robbers, Roman didn't think about it, and he couldn't manage it.

With this in mind, Roman walked through the streets of the East End, and as the night wore on, there seemed to be more and more people on the streets, until Roman saw several men in the distance, and they were slapping the children in front of them while pointing in Roman's direction.

One of the thin boys shook his head, and was slapped hard by a vicious man.

Then, Roman saw the children, a little afraid, walking in Roman's direction.

Roman couldn't help but squint his eyes, and subconsciously pinched the joints on his hands with his left and right hands, making a kaka sound.