The afternoons of the Dream Division are very leisurely, and the workload is often from the first night to the next morning, while Sheldon's working hours are only from eight in the morning to half past six in the afternoon.

The afternoon is lazy and comfortable, especially in the spring when the temperature in Van Gang is particularly comfortable, and the cold winter has dissipated, so it is indeed fascinating to take off your clothes and embrace the bright afternoon sunshine.

Merlin and Martin both sit at the gates of the Dream Division and the Orc Management Division—and now that the two divisions have merged, a gate must be opened for everyone to enter and exit.

The streets were wide and full of feng shui, and it was often at this time that the rich and their wives went out for a walk, wearing top hats and parasols with white lace trims, and their delicate shoes glowing in the sun.

From time to time, they stopped and pulled a few coins out of their pockets and threw them at the bottles and jars of the street traders, while the poor people in shabby clothes smiled at them and did not stop their work in their hands or mouths.

Merlin had been staring at the monkey keeper on the other side of the gate, watching the monkey in his hand jump up and down on top of him, and grimace at him.

He's just a kid. So he giggled and clapped his hands there.

Martin took the time to take out a pack of cigarettes from his arms at the door of the Dream Division, shook one out of his hands and feet, snapped his fingers, and immediately smoked it with some pleasure.

He was staring at the gates of the newly built Dream Division and the interior of the Orc Management Division connected to it, and it seemed that everyone was dyed with a layer of golden languidness, and he didn't want to move anything.

I didn't expect that not long after the person I found took office, the Orc Management Division had undergone such a big change......

In his usual conversation, Martin was able to learn a lot about the Silent Whisper from Sheldon beside him, and now he could conjure a flame at his fingertips without speaking.

It's very impressive.

His current salary has been increased by the further growth of the Dream Division, although it is not much, only two silver coins, but it can also add something to the family.

Generally speaking, three copper coins can buy a pound of oat bread, and the monthly salary of ordinary people is about twenty silver coins, which is two thousand copper coins, and there are many things that two silver coins can do.

After all, Martin's salary is also thirty-one silver coins, which means one gold coin and six silver coins per month, and his rent is four silver coins per month.

The cigarettes in his hand are a pack of fifteen copper coins, a total of twenty cigarettes......

Thinking about it, sorrow came out of the problem of his livelihood......

Martin frowned, smiled wryly, and wiped his oily forehead with his hand.

The homeless and street vendors may get fifty copper coins a day, or half a silver coin......

Martin, you are much better than a bum, be content!

"Well, it looks like something has been delivered......"

At this time, Martin saw several people not far away dragging a large iron cage, chatting and walking towards him.

If you look closely, this rusty iron cage seems to contain something—

"Hey, so lucky?" Martin looked at the white wolf orc inside with a playful look, but when he saw it motionless, he couldn't help but feel lost.

What I saw on the front page of the newspaper was actually sent to me?

Merlin certainly saw it, and saw it better than Martin.

In his eyes, the magic power in the body of this wolf beast was rapidly dissipating, although the total amount of magic power was very small, but under the state of magic visualization, this kind of magic and life breath that melted like a snowball quickly dissipated with the breeze on the street.

Winter lay in the cold iron cage, motionless.

The iron cage was quickly delivered, and the voices of those people chatting quickly came.

"Tsk...... It's such a cute little girl, but if she wants to be sent to meet some orc, you might as well meet me! Look at her face, her little hands! ”

"yes, those brutes don't know what to do, if it were me, I'd tear that dog in half with my bare hands on the spot!"

"If you drive away, you have to come back, just put a hot face on your cold ass there......"

"According to the grapevine, it's because those orcs can't live without us, and even the language is passed from us!"

"Really? That's pretty weird! ”

Martin quickly stepped forward to get close, handed two cigarettes, only one was taken, and the other waved his hand to indicate that he did not smoke.

He pointed to the unconscious white wolf orc in the cage and whispered, "This is the orc who attacked the princess at that time?" ”

"It's said that this is the beast's younger brother, but it's weird, one black and one white, haha......"

The man who took the cigarette did not hide it at all, his eyes rolling, and saliva splashed.

"And where are you going to take it?"

"Go to the Orc Management Department to accept the next step of the procedure, don't ask me, I don't know, we're just delivering the goods."

"Haha, thanks." Martin chuckled, and watched as the two men dragged the cage towards the orc management hall.

Merlin stood up at this time, moved his calves, and prepared to step forward to find out, of course, this kind of action must be done by Martin, after all, the main means of transportation now is this uncle.

"Want to check it out?"

"Yes!" Merlin nodded, flicking the long lilac hair on his shoulders.

They hurriedly followed, passing through the not-so-dense crowd and keeping a certain distance from the iron cage.

Eventually, the two dragged the cage to the front desk.

"Delivered?" The lady at the front desk looked up, as if she were looking at an old rag.

"Hmm." The man in the lead nodded, opened the iron door of the cage, and kicked the cage down.

The white wolf-orc's body then rolled out of the bottom of the cage, like garbage rolling out of an overturned trash can.

It lay motionless on the ground with its eyes closed, its body half stiff.

Its fur was covered in rust and blood, stained with filthy sludge. Probably part of it was his brother's blood.

The cage was quickly removed, leaving only the tiny orc lying on the cold ground.

A crowd quickly gathered around and looked at it with a scrutinizing gaze, as if it were a rare defective product in a fine commodity.

It was still motionless, its chest not heaving in the shredded, and the blood from the corners of its mouth had dried up.

At this time, the voice of an unknown person came playfully from among several people.

"By the way, is it dead?"

A man kicked the stiff, white wolf-orc cub, but it didn't move.

He had long since stopped breathing, and his chest had stopped heaving.

"Looks like it's dead." A man pinched his chin and said in a pretended troublesome way, "What should I do?" ”

"What else can I do?" The other man scoffed and mocked, "Do you want to wait for it to rot and stink?" Throw it away, of course! It's dirty when you peel it! ”

This sentence immediately drew a burst of laughter.

"Who threw it?" Everyone looked at each other.

"I'll go." At this time, the lady at the front desk stood up, holding a towel in her hand at some point, and stepped forward.

She crouched down, quickly and carefully wrapped her body in a towel, picked him up like a baby, and stood up.

"I'm gone, I'll be back soon." The lady at the front desk lowered her eyes and muttered something in a low voice.

"Remember to just throw the towel away, don't take it back!" As she turned to walk towards the small door on the side of the Orc Management Division, a warning came from behind her.

She quickly walked to the side door of the Orc Management Division, opened it with her hand, and stepped out.

It was the end of an alley, damp and cold, not a little lifeless, and there was a stinky garbage bin next to it, and the people who came every day were only for the purpose of dropping out and collecting garbage.

She wrapped it tighter, crouched down again, and gently leaned the swaddling baby against the solid, cold wall.

She finally stood up and exhaled softly, trembling.

With her hands in her pockets and her gaze staring downward, she stared down at the thin, blood-stained, dead werewolf cub, breathing slowly.

"I'm sorry."

She was also numb.