"You're sure to want to know where I see these questions in Faslangka, and I can't shy away from saying that it's in a neighborhood of black brick with an old medieval flavor, Mink Street."

"On the main road of Mink Street, itinerant street vendors shout loudly on both sides of the block every morning, hailing passers-by who are hurrying on the road. Since the neighborhood is very close to the port of Prydze, about 3 kilometers away, it is not only aboriginal people, but also travelers, bards, circuses, adventurers, etc. ”

"It's interesting to see that there are a lot of people coming to Mink Street, mostly travelers from abroad, who stop for a moment to scrutinize the items on the stalls, but most of them end up covering their ears and hurrying away, cursing the profiteers at the end of the day."

In a brisk tone, Vinason told the merchants and travelers he had seen scolding each other, causing everyone to burst into laughter, and the initially serious atmosphere dissipated in an instant.

"Faslangka, I used to be there with my grandfather, and the temperature in that place is not too cold, and the air quality is much better than that of Huttonmar."

"Faslanka sounds familiar to me, did you encounter an extraordinary event some time ago? My friend, who works for MI6, told me that the place in Faslanka is not peaceful, and that tens of thousands of people have died in the upheavals caused by extraordinary events. ”

"Is this what the Kingdom of Ghent is all about? Oh my God, there is still such a quarrel over goods? ”

"Relax Beretta, the Kingdom of Gnt is different from our Chambantines, the Ghents are gentlemen on the surface, but in fact they are all misers, stingy and indifferent, this is a well-known thing."

After watching the atmosphere lively, Venason coughed lightly and continued the following story.

"Ahem, aside from this interesting phenomenon, it's actually more about environmental sanitation, which maybe more than 90 percent of you here have never encountered."

Venason covered his nose and made a very uncomfortable expression: "At least three seasons of the year, there will be a foul smell that permeates the sewer blockage, this stench is mixed with the smell of fried bread from the oil pan, and they are entangled and fermented one after another, forming another special disgusting smell. ”

"But it's hard for you to imagine that this is the smell that makes many civilians drunk, because they know that after 9:30 a.m., the first crumbs of bread from the pan will be dumped in the maggot-strewn trash can, and this is the only food they can eat."

"Of course, the ability to eat crumbs of bread is also thanks to the repeal of the Grain Act, and a merchant would not have dumped the crumbs of bread from the oil residue when a pound of brown bread could be bought for 6p or more."

"In addition to that, every day there will be bards singing, wandering accordion musicians playing, and missionaries from nowhere giving lectures."

"Next to this group of people, there are usually many beggars, children, and women with yellow faces and thin muscles, dressed in rags and covered with black stains of oil, but their expressions are extremely intoxicated, and they will dance to the music, as if they are elves, listening to the best words in the world."

"I once encountered such an incident, the day I came to school, I met a little flower girl in ragged clothes, with a dirty skirt and a sallow face, who carried a bamboo basket on her chest, which was clustered with several white roses of Faslanca, winter irises, and Orleans blue-leaved vanilla."

"I stopped, pulled out a white rose, asked her how much it was, and she replied to me 1 pence, everyone knows that the white rose grows in an extremely harsh environment, as long as the temperature exceeds 3 degrees, it will slowly wither and wither, and cannot grow, the average winter temperature in Faslangka is about 5-7 degrees, and when I took out the rose from the bamboo basket, the petals on it had not withered, which means that this rose was picked in the early hours of the morning or the first half of the night from a long distance, but the value is only 1p!"

Vinason picked out the scene of the slum on Mink Street and the experience of the little girl selling flowers at the steam train station, and told it with real feelings.

He could clearly see that the girls present were more or less sympathetic and compassionate, especially in the innocent eyes like Lilith, there were even waves of light flickering.

What a group of boys and girls who are easily moved...... But what I said was the truth, and even I was almost moved to tears, not to mention the "audience" in the audience......

However, most of the gentlemen are not touched much, most of them remain normal, some are even indifferent and disdainful, this should be the type of people who have long understood the situation of the poor, and some belong to the type that does not care about the low-status...... Wienerson swept his eyes and continued:

"As for me, I am more fortunate to have my brother and sister in the care, and they both have jobs, and the combined salary is about 4 pounds a week, so that I can get a good education, and I can have the opportunity to be classmates with you, to be a student of Professor Wright."

"Speaking of students, I was actually an unsuccessful art student at first, you must be very surprised, why I, an unsuccessful art student, was able to come to an institution of higher learning like Honavich University, in fact, it can be regarded as a coincidence, I became a priest, because of the guidance of extraordinary power, I finally came to the arms of the sleeping and crimson gods, and came to the symbol of Crimson Hornavich."

"I was fortunate to have entered the university that many people dream of because I became a clergyman, but there are still the vast majority of people who can only sigh and sigh......"

As soon as the curtain ended, Claudie Stevenson, who took off his hood and revealed short tea-blond hair, nodded appreciatively, and was the first to raise his hands and applaud gently.

Then, to the applause, Venason returned to his rightful place, and Claudie announced in a loud voice:

"Vinason van der Rohe, a young man who came out of the slums, came to Honawich step by step and won first place in Honavich's entrance exam, points hunting."

As he spoke, he pointed to the large dark red cross coat of arms floating on it.

"The god of sleep and crimson loves the world, whether it is a poor commoner or a rich nobleman, whether it is an idiot or an illiterate professor on the roadside, the god of sleep and crimson will be treated equally, now that the banquet has officially begun, what are you waiting for, young lads, beautiful ladies, let us praise Crimson together!"

"Praise Crimson!"

Almost everyone shouted this sentence together, and Lilith was so absorbed that she was suddenly stunned for a moment, then withdrew her gaze, pressed the corner of her eye, and turned her head sideways to Karl:

"I just saw a person appear on the emblem of the Sleeping and Crimson God?"