There is only one nobleman in Lanceville - Philos, and the rest is either a commoner or a slave.

In other words, those students are all at the bottom without exception.

But after entering the school, putting on the uniform, picking up the staff and the bow and dagger, the look of cowardice and numbness faded, and the light of confidence almost made people unable to take their eyes off.

There are many snack bars near the school, but the most prosperous area is still in the commercial center of the People's Avenue.

For some reason, Sherlock loved to run around the school.

The students are very curly, but the shops outside the school do not overlap with the school, so the students also take advantage of the end of class to buy stationery, herbs, seeds, and various materials.

They came and went in a hurry, and everyone hurried to learn, cramming all the knowledge they could into their own heads, as if this was the only way not to be left behind.

The long robes were carried up with the eagerness of the wind as they walked, and the flying appearance of the robes made him stunned.

There were no vagrants in the city of Lansvelly, children under the age of four went to nurseries, children under the age of eighteen went to school, and those over the age of eighteen were assigned to various construction sites and real training centers.

Wanderers from outside don't even have time to find a corner to occupy the territory, and they will be taken by the cleaners to arrange a training class.

"Woo......"

The little wanderer on the ground let out a small, painful whimper.

Sherlock couldn't help but wonder what it would be like when he walked down the neat and clean street in his school uniform.

So when he came back to his senses, the little wanderer had already been brought back to the Temple of Light by him with a levitation charm.

Sherlock pulled out ten gold coins: "Treat him." ”

The God of Light loves every life equally, and the Church of Light naturally loves everything equally – but only on God's birthday.

On the birthday of the god of light, they will provide free treatment to all the injured free of charge.

But the Temple of Light also requires a lot of money to train priests and paladins.

Therefore, except for the Birthday of God and some free clinic days, 10 gold coins for ordinary healing and 100 gold coins for baptism of light once.

The cost of treatment for various incurable diseases is even more complicated.

The priest politely excused himself, he was worried about how to befriend Sherlock, and naturally he didn't want to accept the money, but Sherlock said that it was borrowed from the child.

The priest said in his heart, this homeless boy may not be able to earn a gold coin for a hundred years, saying that it is borrowed, but where does he have the ability to repay the money.

The pastor is not without mercy, but there are too many people suffering in the world, and he also has to live.

"Great and merciful God of Light, you are ......"

The priest took the money and performed the healing, and the street child soon woke up.

His dark and empty gaze was unfocused, and he didn't seem to know why he was in this place.

Sherlock gave him a bill: "The cost of the treatment is ten gold coins, and if you pay it off within three years, I will only charge you 10% of the interest per year." ”

Sherlock gave him the bill and, incidentally, a contract for the Cyclopedia Hovercar project.

10% interest sounds like a lot, but in this world it is an ultra-low interest rate that is almost equivalent to "no interest".

But that's not the point, let alone 10%, he can't take out 1% of the principal of 10 gold coins!

The little wanderer immediately knelt down: "Respected spellcaster, forgive me for my rudeness, but I can't pay back this money anyway, can I, I use my body and soul to pay off the debt?" ”

Children are worth a lot of money, selling them as slaves for 50 copper, but selling them to warlocks, necromancers, and demons can multiply the price.

But no matter how many times it is multiplied, it is far from 10 gold coins!

Sherlock said: "There's a job here, the basic salary is 10 copper coins, and if you work hard, you can get a bonus." ”

The little stray child still had despair on his face.

Not to mention him, even the pastor next to him didn't believe it.

Sherlock didn't explain much, he just pointed out the location of the Happy Water mobile food cart to the little stray child: "Go get a bottle of Happy Water, it's free." If you have a white peach flavor and no bubble flavor, you can drink it quickly after receiving it. By the way, tell the old man that you are here to apply for a job. ”

Happy water now refers not only to cola, but also to fruit-flavored beverages to the category of happy water.

The white peach-flavored sparkling water is also very delicious, Sherlock simply loves it miserably, and he must drink a few bottles of white peach-flavored sparkling water to eat hot pot, according to his own words, he has four stomachs, one is the exclusive stomach of white peach sparkling water, one is the exclusive stomach for hot pot, one is the exclusive stomach for barbecue, and one stomach is for leftover food.

Of course, his stomach will also divide and reproduce 8, 12, and 16 according to the different conditions of the day.

The little wanderer looked at the Happy Water Mobile Cabin with fear and numbness, he didn't want to live anymore, just surviving was hard enough, and he had to carry a huge debt of 10 gold coins, and his life was simply dark.

Let him die, let him simply die!

"Nick, why are you still stunned?"

Nick was stunned, how did the other party know his name?! This long-old and unfamiliar name almost brought him to tears.

As a well-known wanderer, Nick doesn't know how long it had been since someone had heard his name called.

People like him, even slave owners don't want to pick them up - they're too thin, they're worthless to work on, they're not easy to sell, and they're easy to die.

Even if it's just a bowl of weed soup, it costs money, and if he dies before he sells it, it's a loss-making business.

Therefore, Nick, who has nothing and is not even a commodity, has no presence than the garbage on the side of the road.

However, a long, long time ago, he also had a family with a name......

Nick, Nick, Nick......

Dad, Mom, Sister, Brother......

He was once loved, too!

The shriveled body squeezed out two lines of tears, and from the corners of the eyes, it only cleaned the dirty face but cleaned up the traces of ash.

"Go ahead." Sherlock gave him a gentle nudge on his thin little shoulder.

Nick had no clothes, his clothes were made of sagebrush, which had long since rotted, but he didn't have the strength to find a new one, let alone the energy to make a dress for himself.

His body was covered with dirty stains, which were dirtier than his face, and the messy stains had become his "new clothes" after an unknown amount of wind and sun.

The priest didn't dare to get too close to him for no other reason, it was too smelly and dirty.

Even Sherlock was brought back like a "kite" with a levitation charm at first.

Although Sherlock is not clean, he is also a very clean person, but after seeing those two lines of tears from Nick, his hand touched him faster than his brain.

The emaciated child was very awkward, and the healing effect of the level 45 priest was very limited, he was only healed of the most serious injuries, but there were still many scars on his body and internal organs.

After being healed by the healing technique, his body was still cold, as if he was going to die at any time.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Nick noticed the stain on Sherlock's hand and bowed in fear, but Sherlock just waved his hand.

Nick stood blankly in place for a few seconds, then obediently went to the moving car, as Sherlock had said.

Nick was the first to "eat crabs", and the civilians around him who had been reluctant to leave for a long time focused all their attention on him.

If his gaze could turn into something substantial, Nick would probably be crushed to death by the mountain.

But the child who grew up in the mud always had a strength that ordinary people did not have, and he endured everyone's scrutiny and walked firmly to the front of the mobile house.

"Please, please give me a bottle of white peach-flavored happy water without bubbles." Nick followed Sherlock's orders, nervously and apprehensively standing on tiptoe so that Jack and Blaise could see him in the room.

Jack, who finally "opened", was very happy, and even thoughtfully helped him unscrew the cap.

Blaise smiled kindly and friendly and said, "Drink, no one will dare to rob." ”

The white peach flavor of Happy Water is good, and although it is not as explosive as the smell of popcorn and marshmallows, the sweet smell of the fragrance is very easy to indulge in when you get closer.

Nick took a deep breath, he was so hard that he seemed to want to suck all the air around him into his body.

It smells so good......

Nick had never smelled anything like it, more fascinating than the smell of perfume left behind by the nobles as they passed by on the road.

Every cell of his body was screaming and thirsting, his thirsty lips squirmed, his eyes were only fixed on the drink bottle handed by Jack, and finally, he almost "received" the happy water with a snatching motion, and then couldn't wait to put his mouth on the bottle.

The moment the clear liquid entered his mouth, Nick's eyes widened in shock, and every drop of liquid was like a bomb, popping in his mouth, tongue, and brain.

The delicious bomb of happiness almost blew him up.

He wanted to taste it carefully, and it seemed to be a luxury, drink it all, drink it all, drink it all—

Every cell in his body was screaming and thirsting.

"Knock knock knock—"

Nick finished the bottle in one go, and when his mouth no longer felt like it was filled with liquid, he shook the bottle blankly and helplessly.

No...... Finished drinking......

He was stunned, and his face was full of disbelief as if he had been struck by lightning.

How could it be gone? He licked the mouth and cap in vain, and then stuck his tongue in to lick it, but his tongue was very limited in length and could reach very little.

He was anxious to find a bottle of water to put the little bit left in his stomach, but as soon as he turned around, he met countless glowing green eyes.

"Hey, what's this smell like? Is it delicious? As he spoke, the questioner swallowed unconsciously.

Nick wanted to shake his head for his own safety, but the beauty in his mouth kept him from saying even the slightest slander.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's the best water I've ever drunk in my life. It's sweet! "As a child, Nick drank a bowl of sweet soup on the birthday of the goddess of harvest.

Although it was only a very faint bowl of sweet soup, the taste of good happiness made Nick chew it again and again for so many years.

The beautified sweet soup has become the belief that supports him to live until now - if he wants to drink it again, it would be nice if he could drink it again!

But after drinking the bottle of happy water in his hand, the sweet soup that has been beautified countless times seems to have become something like "that's it".

The word "sweet" instantly detonated the scene.

Reason tells them that how can such an expensive thing as sugar be given to such lowly people as they can eat?

But as Nick spoke, the aroma of white peaches wafted out with that sweet taste of his words.

Although it is so weak, the nose of the people at the bottom who yearn for sweetness is so sensitive! Immediately someone ran to the line.

"Give me white peach-flavored happy water without bubbles!" Nick had memorized every word they had just made, and now was a good time to come in handy.

"Oh my God! It's really sweet!! ”

Some of the people who had tasted the sweet taste shouted in shock after drinking it, and then the crowd rushed forward even more excitedly.

"Knock-"