Rewind to the evening two days ago.

Orlando endured the sharp pain in his forehead, and he walked down the street in a daze, his mind was in chaos, and the incomparably strong fear still lingered in his heart, and his back was still cold.

The demon killed all the people in this carriage in front of him......

Blood......

It was all blood, the slippery touch, the disgusting smell of blood, like a pair of cold hands pinching Orlando's neck, so breathless that he didn't even notice what was happening in front of the foggy bridge just now, and after the guards dispersed, he couldn't wait to flee the crowd.

Because he was afraid that the group of living people in front of him would turn into a blood mist in the sky again, this feeling was really ......

Orlando shivered all over, his face was as white as paper, and he was obviously in the warm climate of Lomé, but he was like being in an ice cellar, he couldn't feel the slightest temperature, only the burning pain in his forehead made him feel a little alive.

What is this?

The aftermath of the catastrophe?

Orlando's thoughts were interrupted by a faint stomach ache from hunger, and he looked up at the surroundings, and in front of him was a completely unfamiliar street, a bustling but unfamiliar city.

Where should I go when I am penniless at the moment?

Looking for a decent job?

But in addition to his self-proclaimed good composition ability, he has no second thing to do, he wants to find a related job, but at the moment he has neither connections nor money, I am afraid that even how to survive has become a problem.

In the end, it is worthy of being one of the most prosperous cities in the southern jade country, on the streets and alleys of Lomé City, but any shop, the storefront makes this Orlando from a remote town prohibitive, he looked at the shabby coat on his body, touched the curly hair that has not been taken care of for a long time, and only dared to look at it from a distance, the pedestrians on the street are all luxuriously dressed, even the most ordinary civilians, but also from the bones of the pride of being a resident of Lomé City.

This made Orlando seem out of place as a foreigner, and he deeply felt the gap, and a strong sense of inferiority continued to erode what little confidence he had left.

I'm afraid I'm not as good as the homeless people in this place, right?

The gaze of the passers-by, whether intentional or unintentional, made Orlando feel as uncomfortable as a pinprick in the first place, and at one point, he even had a feeling that he wanted to flee the place immediately, like a rat from the sewers, who had never seen the world, who had no special skills, who were inferior in every way, and who did not know what kind of conviction he had in mind to make the decision to come to Lomé, but it was certain that that belief had been shaken......

"Hah...... Haha......"

Orlando glanced around, only smiling dryly to hide his embarrassment, he walked quickly out of the alley, hid in the shadows, crouched against the wall, slowly hugged his head, and muttered almost self-hypnotic

"What is there to be inferior? They are human beings, and you are also human beings, don't you want to prove yourself? Look, this is the most prosperous city in Nanyu Country, the city with the most opportunities, don't you want to gain the respect of others? Don't think about Orlando, you have no way out, you don't even have the money to leave Lomé City, either you live here glamorously, or you will die immediately! Do you have any other choice? Now, don't worry about anything, forget about everything that happened on the train, find a way to fill your stomach first, find a job by the way, and let the rest go first. ”

"There's no way back!"

"There's no way back for you!"

Orlando let out a roar in a low voice like a psychopath, then he got up and punched the wall, exhaled deeply, and reluctantly squeezed out a somewhat ugly smile, then grabbed his hair, tightened his coat, and walked out of the alley towards a richly decorated restaurant not far away.

He's going to start his life anew, the saga of the book composer Orlando!

No matter how difficult the beginning may be, he believes it will be a story that will be celebrated in his future biography.

Yes, no one's success is easy, I don't know how many great composers in history have not met talents, and finally succeeded after all kinds of hardships and hardships, and even many people became famous after death, and they have always been unknown during their lifetimes, compared to them, what is their own suffering?

As long as you keep going, you will definitely be rewarded!

Orlando, you have to believe in yourself, believe in your talent, God will never disappoint talented and hard-working people, all you lack is an opportunity, before that, live in Lomé City, you will definitely be able to do it!

But......

"I'm sorry sir, you can't enter the store, please understand my job if you're too hungry......"

The hostess at the door of the restaurant politely reached out to stop Orlando, and the mask-like smirk could not hide the disgust in her eyes, just like looking at a mouse that had just crawled out of the sewer, she pointed to the alley on the side, and mocked, "There are a lot of discarded ingredients in the trash can over there, sir, you might as well go and rummage through them, maybe you can find some food to swallow." ”

"You...... You say it again!?"

No matter how inferior he is, he is also a dignified and living person, how can he allow himself to be despised like this?

Orlando's face flushed, and he subconsciously clenched his fists, anger quickly swept through his reason, but somehow, the pain caused by the candle mark on his forehead was reduced......

Xu was frightened by Orlando's somewhat distorted and hideous face, the little girl took a few steps back, and at this moment, a tall man in a black leather coat walked out of the restaurant, he didn't even look at Orlando, just patted the little girl's shoulder and said, "Go in and rest." ”

"Hmm. ”

Before leaving, she rolled her eyes at Orlando, contemptuous and disgusted, perhaps in her opinion, Orlando did not deserve to stand on this street at all, every breath he exhaled was so disgusting, this greasy hair, squeezed can be used to cook, and the coat is tattered and old, God knows from which garbage heap, people like him have a traditional name, homeless.

Except for the most devout followers of the Moon Sect, almost all of them hate homeless people, this kind of people usually have either alcohol addiction, or drug addiction, and most of them have criminal experience, like leisure and hard work, for them, there is no difference between prison and home, and there are even many extreme people who suggest that the king arrest all these homeless people, the execution is too inhumane, then simply build a prison, anyway, it is impossible for people like this to repent, let alone find a job, except for crime, it is better to lock them up for the rest of their lives, and save them from harming others and themselves。

"I'm sorry sir, you don't listen to your accent like a local, if you want us to give you a meal, I'm afraid you're in the wrong place, I open a restaurant, not an almshouse, I say it again, please leave here immediately, don't affect the other guests to eat, of course, you can also act as if you didn't hear anything, don't worry, I will never be rude to you, but I will ask the guards to take you away, the food in the prison is not bad, if you don't mind, you might as well go there to eat." The shopkeeper said expressionlessly.

"Haha...... Hahaha...... Okay, okay, I'll go, can't I go?"

Orlando laughed angrily, he was indeed penniless, and his original plan was to find a random restaurant, go in and have a meal first, and then stay in the name of working to pay off the money, although he was a bit of a scoundrel, but this was the only way he could think of at the moment.

Can ...... now

He finally understood how stupid and naïve his ideas were, yes, he was just an outsider, he didn't speak like a local, he didn't dress like a rich man, but more like a down-and-out vagabond, sloppy, and in the eyes of this group of noble residents of Lomé, he saw nothing but contempt and disgust.

It's true that Orlando doesn't want to be sympathized, but he can't accept this naked disdain.

Suppressing his anger, Orlando turned and left in the opposite direction of the restaurant, and for a moment, he thought about making a move, to shut up these people who looked down on him, and to teach these guys with his fists a good lesson, even ...... Kill them......

But after all, it is only an imagination that exists in his mind, Orlando knows his own level, just looking at the physique of this shopkeeper, he can probably guess the fate of the move, the other party will definitely be able to knock himself down on the spot with a punch, and anyway, although the other party verbally insulted himself, but in the end there is no further radical behavior, if he takes the lead, once the other party calls the guards, I am afraid that he will really have to be accused of picking quarrels and provoking troubles and be imprisoned.

"By the way, the Moon Sect Almshouse is on the east side, and you can find it by walking all the way in this direction, it's quite obvious. The shopkeeper shouted behind him mockingly.

Orlando ignored it and walked briskly forward, keeping his eyes on the ground as much as he could, ignoring the strange looks around him.

What is this difficulty?

When I become famous, sooner or later they will regret it, and then I will let the world see the true face of this restaurant.

Almshouses?

Hmph, what is an almshouse, do I need to go to an almshouse as a composer?

I, Orlando, am starving to death, and I can't grab something to eat with those homeless people!

An hour and a half later

"That...... May I ask you, in which direction is the almshouse of the Moon Sect?"

"You don't have a local accent, go straight in this direction, then turn left, and go straight again, eh, yes...... If you go to the almshouse, can you help me find out about it?"

"What's the matter?" Orlando looked at him strangely.

"Of course you don't know if you're not a local, it's said that the almshouse ......"