Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

Charles smiled but said nothing.

"It's so boring. After all, we have been working together for such a long time." Sif complained with a pout.

Xilulu~

The carriage suddenly stopped.

"Are we there yet?" Theresa asked softly, lifting the curtain beside the carriage.

"Miss, I think we should go back." The coachman's voice was a little low.

"Huh?" Theresa was stunned, then slowly opened the curtains and prepared to get off the car, but was stopped by the coachman.

"It's that madman." The coachman whispered.

Given Doug's deep regard for his family, he must be a transcendent being to be Teresa's coachman. He also underwent extensive professional training before becoming her coachman.

Although the Severus family is not afraid of that guy, it is still a headache to offend him for no reason.

"What is he doing here?" Theresa looked confused.

"Miss, the slums themselves are the area where he operates," the coachman whispered.

Charles narrowed his eyes, then slowly got off the carriage.

It was the first time he saw this "madman", one of the three people not to be messed with in Moroston.

It was covered in mud, but you could still vaguely see that it was originally a white dress.

He had lipstick on his lips, some purple paint on his face, sparse hair, and the pig's head in his arms. The picture was very eye-catching.

At this moment, Charles' expression was somewhat subtle and cold.

"Rocks, don't do anything stupid. He's not someone who will reason with you." Looking at Charles who got off the carriage on his own, Theresa couldn't help but shout worriedly.

Ciel shook his head.

If they were somewhere else, he would naturally leave with Teresa and the others.

As a good actor, he knows what to do and when to do it.

But now, the place where the madman was sleeping with the pig's head in his arms was at the gate of the welfare home where Mernade was.

Since he is a madman, he will naturally do some crazy things, which may affect the goddess.

Wisps of yellow light rose in his hands.

But when the yellow light was about to fall on the man, Charles suddenly withdrew his strength.

The sound of footsteps reached his ears.

Then he saw Mernadette holding a thin quilt with many patches and made of some discarded fabrics.

She tiptoed out of the door, sighed as she looked at the madman who was sleeping soundly, then gently put the quilt on him, and then tiptoed back to the welfare home.

Charles' body paused, and then a faint smile appeared on his face.

His steps became lighter, and when he passed the madman, he tiptoed like Mernadette, then gently pushed open the dilapidated door without any locks and walked into the yard.

"This guy is so brave." Looking at Charles' back, Theresa couldn't help but grit her teeth.

The reason why everyone calls the guy napping on the ground a madman is that no one can predict what he will do next.

For others, doing something might require motivation and reasons, but for that guy, as long as he thinks about it, he will do it.

And when doing this, he never considers the consequences.

Teresa's identity might allow most people in this city to respect her because of her last name, but the madman in front of her was definitely not one of them.

"Miss, let's go back." The coachman advised.

Teresa gritted her teeth, glanced at Sif and said, "Sif, you stay here. I'll go find that guy."

"Miss..."

"I don't need you to judge for me." Theresa said with a cold face.

There was a moment of silence.

"Let me go with you. If there really is a problem, the result will be the same whether I sit in the carriage or go in with you." Sif said with a smile.

Theresa rubbed her forehead.

Aren’t these guys afraid of death?

Or maybe it's because of my background or because I don't pay attention to gossip, so I don't have a deep enough understanding of how bad some people are.

Thinking of the sad expression on her eldest brother's face when he went to visit his friends, Teresa was a little nervous, but she finally walked slowly towards the welfare home.

bang bang bang~

Although the gate of the welfare home is broken, the small door inside is still locked quite firmly.

"There's no extra food at home..." A soft voice echoed in Charles' ears.

"It's me." Charles said gently, "Charle Rocks, I'm here for a home visit."

There was a pair of small eyes on the window made of rotten wood. When she saw Charles, he seemed to hear her sigh of relief.

The door was opened cautiously. Looking at the bewildered Mernadette, Charles reached out and touched her head.

"Don't worry, I'm not here alone. Lecturers Sif and Theresa are here too, but they're a little hesitant to come in because there's a drunk at the door."

"We were just a little slow, and we heard Lecturer Lockes plotting against us behind our backs."

"That's not what a gentleman does."

As soon as Charles finished speaking, Theresa's voice rang out.

He was a little surprised. He didn't expect them to be so courageous.

However, the appearance of Sif and Theresa also made Mernade feel relieved.

Although the nun had said that boys were not allowed in the room at night, there were still two other instructors, so it shouldn't be a problem. Thinking of Ciel and the others' attitude, Mernadette bowed slightly and welcomed the three of them in.

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Chapter 74 Malice is contagious

Although it is the capital, the land in the slums of Moroston is not valuable.

The welfare home’s area cannot be said to be large, but it is definitely not small. Theoretically, it can accommodate about fifty people.

However, even when the welfare home had the most people, there were less than 50 people.

Now only Mernadè and two unwanted children are left huddled in the only relatively intact and safe house in the orphanage.

The house where Mernadè lives is a suite.

The outside was where she slept, cooked, and stored food, while the inside was where the two children rested.

The windows were made of wood, and although the price of glass had long ago fallen to earth and become a necessity for ordinary people, the orphanage would not spend precious gold pounds to buy anything that could be made by hand.

Mernade was not the first family Charles and his friends visited, but it was indeed the one with the worst family environment.

Although the financial situation of the previous few families was not good, there was no family like Mernade where there was almost no intact item in the entire house.

"Please, please have some water." Mernadette didn't notice the mood of others, and boiled hot water for them a little embarrassedly.

The smell of firewood smoke made Sif frown, but when she saw Mernadette's pitiful appearance, she couldn't help but sigh.

Charles picked up the water glass and drank slowly.

Although it was dilapidated, Mernadette's house was not messy at all. On the contrary, it was very tidy.

The cup had a lot of water stains on it, perhaps because it was old, which made Theresa frown a little, but it was nothing to Charles.

He likes to enjoy life, but he never lacks resistance to harsh environments.

During the Five Gods Era, if he had held a disdainful attitude towards many things like he did in his previous life, he probably would not have lived to this day.

"Your situation is worse than I thought." Charles couldn't help but sigh after looking at the small eye that appeared in the broken hole in the door behind Mernadè.

Goddess, is this your professional habit?

Should we adopt some orphans at all times?

"It's okay." Mernadette lowered her head.

She felt that her living environment might not be as good as those of some nobles or big businessmen, but it was good enough compared to many people.

She had a complete family, food and a place to sleep. Although she often went hungry, she would not starve to death. She also received an admission letter from the Royal Academy of Moroston. If she graduated successfully, she would probably not go hungry as often as she did now.

Everything was going in a good direction, just as the nun had hoped.

"I'll find some people to repair this place in a few days." Theresa looked at the chair under her that seemed like it would break at any time and said seriously.

"This is a slum." Charles refused her on behalf of Mernadette.

Hundreds of years ago, this place was still a wasteland, and the first orphanage was built here. As time passed, orphans from the orphanage built their own homes around the orphanage.

Generally speaking, although the slums are a bit messy, there is no need to worry about safety here for a long time because most of the people around here come from welfare homes.

But that was in the past.

And now...

Although it was already late, Charles could still feel the malice coming from all around him.

The source of the malice lies with Mernadè.

She was kind and gentle, and everyone liked her for a long time.

But when the nun decided to send her to school, some voices inevitably spread around. When she received the admission notice from Morrowston University and successfully enrolled, some malicious words could no longer be suppressed and spread.

Many people don’t think about the fact that the nuns and the abbess of their time also tried to send them to study when they were very young.

But for various reasons, they didn't persevere.

They didn't consider that admission to the Royal Academy of Moroston wasn't simply about money. They only thought that Mernade was using all the nuns' savings to benefit herself.

They didn't think about how much kindness the nun had in raising them. Instead, they wondered why she received so much financial support while they didn't.

Malice and resentment are contagious, just like a virus.

Mernade is surrounded by these things, and any slight fluctuation in her life may become the fuse that ignites these malicious acts.

"Slums..." Theresa's expression froze. Thinking of what she had seen and heard along the way, this world that was completely different from her impression, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"It's too dangerous for a girl to live here with two younger children in this environment."

"Mernadè, I have a dormitory at school and I hope you can go there."

Mernadette shook her head hurriedly.

"Thanks to the help of Lecturer Theresa, my manor is almost completed, so no one will live in that dormitory in the future." Charles continued in a gentle voice.

But Mernadette kept shaking her head.

Charles knew that he was a little anxious, but the environment here... was not much different from when he first came to this world.

No, I should say that I was happier at that time.

After all, he was not surrounded by such strong malice.

"The school recently has plans to take care of some students from other places and is preparing to clear out some unused houses to use as student dormitories. I think Mernade can apply for it." Sif touched her head and said.

Mernadette continued to shake her head.

Charles glanced at the two little guys in the door behind her and couldn't help but sigh.

Mernadette would not go to the student dormitory because she could not leave the two people in her room.

Melnadette would not even go to his staff dormitory - before, when Charles gave her a book as a gift, she found ways to refuse, let alone this.

She has always been like this, never considering the consequences when giving to others, but when others give to her, she will refuse without hesitation.

"Actually, there are some things I haven't been ready to tell you."

"But now, I think it's time to come clean."

"Mernadè, you are actually my sister."

Sif:?

Theresa:? ?