Alien world

Chapter 999 Chapter 230. New Capital News

"Are you the rich man who spends money to go to the outer city to play?" Sheafield looked at Annan for a few times, "The nobles have a unique way of playing..."

Some people you can tell what they do at first glance, and Sheafield is one of them. With a severely faded felt hat, scars crisscrossing his face, unruly hair and pockets all over his body, he almost has the label of a "street thug" on his forehead.

"Why do you say that?" Annan asked back.

"Only those who have never experienced the cold think it's fun to stay in a shabby shack with leaks everywhere." He thought Annan was an aristocrat who was curious about the slums... although it was almost the same.

"Let me make this clear first. I can only try my best to protect you. If you encounter a danger that cannot be resolved, we will just have to flee on our own."

"No problem, do I need to avenge you?"

"Your cousin gave it to me, but I wouldn't mind if you'd like to give me another one."

"That's it."

Sheafield clicked his tongue, as if he had never seen such a stingy nobleman.

"I suggest you bring more money. Those people don't care whether you are a noble or not. If you pay, you still have a chance to escape. If you don't have money... you can only take your chances."

"I'm taking it with me."

Annan waved his hand, and Sheafield's eyes followed the ruby ​​moving in the air.

He was about to warn him not to show valuables, but Annan put down his hand and hid the magic ring into the loose sleeve of his wizard robe.

"Ahem... and her, don't expose yourself as a woman in the slums, especially a pretty woman."

Maria put on a hood, and the loose wizard robe also concealed her beautiful figure.

"let's go."

Sheafield breathed a sigh of relief. These two guys were relatively worry-free. It seemed that he could get the money easily... right?

He miscalculated.

Unlike other nobles who would wander around curiously upon arriving in the outer city, pinching their noses to avoid dirty and chaotic places, these two guys asked where the slums were as soon as they arrived, and then went into the alleys. They were even more skilled than him.

"Okay, I know a place that's not that dangerous, but don't run around and don't ask questions randomly." Sheafield had no choice but to say to the two troublesome guys.

"No problem." Annan agreed readily.

Sheafield led Annan and Maria into an alley, turning around to avoid the chaotic and unsafe areas, and entered a dark area.

As Sheafield said, it really is a different story here.

Annan knew what it was like for ordinary people to live in places where they barely had a roof over their heads and had to work all day to get food for the next day. He also knew what it was like in slums, with sewage everywhere, people dying every moment, evil breeding, gangs running the show, and people willing to do anything to survive.

But in front of me, the wind whistled past, and the poor and hungry people leaned against the wall, sat on the steps at the door, lay in front of the window, or lay next to the gutter, motionless, without any reaction to the outside world...

Annan and Maria seemed to have walked into a world that was suspended.

"What happened to them?"

Even the sound of speaking seemed abrupt.

“They are waiting to die.”

Sheafield hunched his shoulders, not only because of the cold, but also because every time he walked here he felt creepy, as if he had walked into... a cemetery.

"why?"

Annan glanced at the lifeless people. Besides being skinny, they were also lifeless, as if they had lost their souls and were just shells.

"Why don't they go hunting and work?" Maria asked.

"I don't have the strength." Sheafield's voice became much softer. "If you want to live, you have to work. If you can't work, you can only die."

As they were talking, they saw several figures running into an alley, sneaking up to a body whose life or death could not be confirmed, grabbing him and dragging him into the alley.

"Not alive." Sheafield whispered. "Not dead?"

"No, I don't eat living people." Sheafield retracted his gaze, "I don't eat living people."

Maria knew this better. Annan did not ask any more questions because he saw the "corpse" blink its eyes.

"help!"

Annan said, and rushed towards the alley.

He had just run a few meters when two figures passed him one after the other.

Maria slowed down as she approached, pulling out her dagger, but Sheafield sped up and rushed over, going around the "unliving man" and dragging him along with them.

The two unliving people raised their heads, perhaps because they had eaten too many people... Their skin color turned ashen, their eyes were as cloudy as those of the dead, with a hint of scarlet in the depths, and their nails were frighteningly long.

But they were neither brave nor strong, and were knocked down by Sheafield, who pushed them over, and fled into the alley on all fours like wild animals.

Annan turned his gaze away from the darkness surging deep in the alley and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Sheafield stood up in astonishment: "Isn't this the help?"

"You have the talent to be my cousin."

"Uh...thank you?"

Sheafield had a vague feeling that this was not a good thing to say.

Maria opened the resident's eyes and touched his cold neck: "He still has a heartbeat."

Under Sheafield's painful gaze, Annan took out a magic scroll and tore it open. A milky white light fell on the residents, and their faint, imperceptible breathing gradually became clearer.

Annan looked up and asked Sheafield: "Do you have a place to live?"

"What are you talking about? Do I look like someone who sleeps on the street?"

"I'll leave him to you first, take good care of him."

"Who do you think I am?" Sheafield muttered, not wanting to be a burden, until a golden coin was thrown to him. He caught it and said in a strong voice: "Don't think I'm a human being!"

Sheafield didn't think much about it. That's how nobles are. They don't treat common people as human beings, but sometimes they are willing to show kindness.

Annan glanced at the other people on the street... they needed help, but it was not appropriate for Sheafield to intervene.

After returning, ask the military minister to find a reason to deal with them.

Annan acted immediately and asked Sheafield to carry the residents and lead them back.

Sheafield doesn't look like a good person, or rather, he is just a mercenary who is paid to do things.

But if we can win over as many as we can, it counts.

"Do you know Free Blade?" Annan asked tentatively.

"Free Blade? It's just the same as the Kingdom." Sheafield said with disdain.

"Why do you say that?"

"There was one on the street where I lived. He asked people to gather their food and money together and offer their daughters to them."

"…I'm pretty sure he's not Freeblade."

"I think so, too. Someone informed the city guards, but the city guards, who usually act like dogs when they smell something good, ignored it."

Is this another trick by the Kingdom of Rekanel pretending to be the Freeblade and oppressing its own people?

It's better to overthrow such a corrupt kingdom...

(End of this chapter)