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Although he received unexpected traffic, which was a pleasant surprise, he must face the new problems he encountered based on the actual situation.

How can we settle these people down?

This forced Shen Lin to consider reserving a larger space for himself and building a larger temporary open-air stage.

Currently, only Leik can solve this problem, and I believe he would be very happy to hear this news.

With a try-it-and-see attitude, Shen Lin found the busy Leik who had brought Ersula to him and explained the current situation to him.

"You want to eat all of these people?!"

Leik was shocked, but after hearing Shen Lin's arrangement, he felt that it was worth a try.

From the beer hall's perspective, they've already made a killing this time, but what if they had to eat all of these people...?

Leik's hand holding the beer glass trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but swallow.

He couldn't imagine how much money he would earn this time; even the total earnings of his entire mercenary career might not have been as extravagant as this.

The money he earned from drinks this time is probably enough to keep him from opening for six months.

If the design involves an open-air venue, it would require the construction of sand-proof walls that are not commonly used. It would probably not be a problem to gather all the shops in the settlement area and arrange them in a circle.

Thinking of this, Leik immediately patted his chest at Shen Lin, indicating that he would take care of everything, and then hurriedly disappeared under Shen Lin's amused and exasperated expression.

"Shen Lin, your friends are always so unique."

Ersula raised an eyebrow slightly at the man beside her as she watched Goliath bump into several Sarkaz in his haste to leave.

"He's not usually like this, but it's always a good thing to be motivated, isn't it?"

Watching Leik's departing figure, Shen Lin shrugged at Ersula, who had been teasing him.

Everything was progressing slowly according to their plan, but Shen Lin and Ersula both knew that this was merely the calm before the storm.

Chapter Ten: Don't Ask For Whom the Bell Tolls

After leaving Monest's Tavern, they headed straight in one direction.

Before we knew it, the streets were no longer rows of simple shops, but an area interwoven with simple shacks and dilapidated buildings.

"Is this the slum where people live...?"

Ersula frowned slightly at the sight before her.

The road was narrow and muddy, with sewage flowing freely along the roadside, emitting a nauseating stench. On both sides of the road were densely packed, uneven houses.

Most of them are pieced together from scrap wood, sheet metal and bricks, as if a strong wind could blow this little nest to pieces.

When Shen Lin visited each settlement, he would go to the slums to observe the situation, which was a standard for measuring the social development of the Sarkaz people.

If the mobile city represents Kazdel's modernization, then this place is an unhealable wound in Kazdel's history.

In that gloomy slum, their figures stood out as particularly out of place, and their arrival instantly attracted the attention of a group of ragged children.

They peeked out from under the cover of the house, their dirty little faces peeking out, their eyes wide open like two black gems sparkling in the mud.

The man slowly squatted down, took out a bag full of colorful candies from his backpack, and gently placed it at his feet. He smiled, his eyes radiating gentleness and kindness, a smile like sunlight piercing through the gloom.

The children were taken aback at first, then quickly gathered around like a flock of cheerful little sparrows, but stopped abruptly a step away from the man, their eyes filled with longing and restraint.

The man reached into the bag, grabbed a handful of candy, and slowly handed it to the children.

A little Goliath girl with a messy ponytail stared intently at the candy in the man's hand.

She swallowed hard, then carefully stretched out her dirty little hand, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The moment she touched the candy, a radiant smile bloomed on her face, a smile that seemed to dispel all the gloom in the slums.

Seeing this, the other children also let go of their inhibitions and crowded forward, chattering excitedly, waving their little hands in the air, vying to receive the sweetness offered by the man.

The man patiently placed the candies one by one into the children's palms, and seeing their satisfied expressions, a wave of emotion washed over him.

"Thank you, big brother."

Looking at the little girl's smiling face, he turned his head and exchanged a glance with Ersula, and they both smiled easily.

The little boy standing nearby looked at the candy in the little girl's hand and couldn't help but mutter something.

"Lessa, didn't your father tell you not to accept things from strangers?"

Seemingly sensing her friends' intentions, the little girl quickly stuffed the candy into her mouth and turned around to make a face.

"Big brother is not a stranger."

Leisa...

Upon hearing the name, Shen Lin's heart stirred slightly. Looking at the little girl in front of him, he asked curiously.

"Little girl, is your father's name Nate?"

The little girl, who was enjoying her delicious food, suddenly showed a look of surprise upon hearing this.

"Hey? Big brother, do you know my dad?"

Shen Lin and Ersula looked at each other in surprise. They hadn't expected to meet the daughter of the father who had been treated unfairly in the factory. Perhaps it was fate.

Looking into the girl's bright, sparkling eyes, Shen Lin spoke softly.

“Your father and I are good friends. He always tells me that you are very, very obedient and make him worry-free.”

"Seeing Leisa now, I realize you're even better than I imagined."

"Hehehe~"

Hearing such praise, the little girl beamed with joy, her happiness evident on her face as she chuckled.

After playing and chatting with the children for a while, Shen Lin realized it was almost time when Ersula gently touched his shoulder.

The man straightened up, tilted his head slightly, and looked up at the setting sun on the horizon. The afterglow shone on his face, outlining a soft contour.

"It's hard to believe how much time has passed."

"Go back now, don't worry your parents."

The children, still basking in the joy of receiving the candy, all showed a hint of reluctance upon hearing the man's words, but still obediently nodded.

The little girl blinked her eyes and stood expectantly in front of Shen Lin.

"Big brother, will you come again in the future?"

Seeing Leisa's adorable appearance, Shen Lin couldn't help but smile and pat her head.

"Yes, I will definitely come to see you again whenever I have the chance."

The children then slowly dispersed and headed back to their dilapidated homes.

They kept looking back, their eyes filled with longing and anticipation, while the man stood there, waving goodbye with a smile, until the children's figures gradually disappeared into the depths of the slum's winding alleys.

“Let’s go too, Ersula.”

"Oh, right, this is for you."

As if he had thought of something, Shen Lin took out an exquisite glass bottle from his backpack and handed it to Ersula beside him.

"This is?"

Ersula curiously took the glass bottle from Shen Lin; in her memory, this kind of thing was not common in Kazdel.

Moreover, she couldn't understand the scribbles on it, and the only thing she was sure of was that it wasn't Sarkaz script.

"I asked Leik to get me some of the few craft beers from Syracuse,"

"I noticed that you are usually very interested in alcohol, so I specially got some for you."

Upon hearing this, the girl was slightly taken aback. Looking at the man's gentle expression, an indescribable warmth suddenly welled up in her heart.

Like a gentle stream breaking through the ice in spring, it flowed softly and slowly through every corner of his heart, gradually dispelling the gloom and weariness that had accumulated there for so long.

The girl silently clutched the glass bottle the man had given her. The afterglow of the setting sun cast a blush on her cheeks, making it impossible to tell whether it was the girl's shyness or the sunset's rosy glow.

The two walked side by side, and everything around them seemed to fall into a lazy slumber, as if to stretch this fleeting moment into an eternal picture.

With the performance time fast approaching, Ersula turned to look at the man beside her, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly.

“Shen Lin, you are different from us. With your abilities, you should have had a better future.”

Why did you choose this path?

They stopped and their eyes met.

The afterglow of dusk, like a golden veil, gently draped over the man's face. Shen Lin tilted his head slightly, the lines of his profile in the twilight resembling a breathtaking silhouette.

The beautiful scene captivated Ersula for a moment. The man did not answer the girl's question immediately, but pointed to the guitar on her back.

The girl was slightly taken aback, then quickly unpacked her backpack and handed him the guitar in a flustered manner.

The man took the guitar and gently strummed it, making adjustments before going on stage. The soothing music relaxed people's tense nerves, like a gentle breeze and a light drizzle.

There are two kinds of suffering: one makes you stronger, while the other is worthless and only adds to your torment.

“I have no patience for things that are worthless, especially when people keep telling us that the Sarkaz are born to suffer.”

“At times like these, someone needs to take action… or do something bad, that’s also necessary.”

The man continued speaking, and the melody he played became slightly hurried, like a gentle drizzle suddenly turning into a downpour.

“Those who advocate reason repeatedly urge everyone to calm down, but the conflict will not change because of anyone. In the end, they will also be forced to get involved in this vortex.”

"It wasn't that they joined the fight, but that the front lines came to them."

As the last note faded, all sounds were swallowed up by the torrent, like the sudden cessation of a downpour, and everything returned to calm.

Shen Lin looked at Ersula, who was still in a daze, and simply smiled.

No man is an island, and no one is an island, and no one is self-sufficient.

"So Ersula, do not ask me for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for the troubled."

As the man turned away, the last wisp of a wild goose fell on the land of Kazdel, and the flames of night rose slowly.

In the darkness, his straight figure stood out so conspicuously.

Amidst countless tragedies in the world, a flame will always remain; the night will eventually end, and the sun will eventually rise.

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Chapter Eleven [Ideological Trend: Sarkazism]

The evening winds in Kazdel are dry and cold, but this is something most of the Sarkaz people who have lived in Kazdel for years are used to.

The slight chill of the night couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the Sarkaz audience.

The clinking of glasses filled the air as countless Sarkaz people eagerly awaited the performance, filling the entire venue with a lively atmosphere.

Some are already eagerly awaiting it, some want to catch a glimpse of its splendor, some are full of enthusiasm, and some have mixed thoughts.

As the torch was lit, amidst the attention of the crowd, Shen Lin slowly stepped onto this simple and unadorned stage.

After adjusting his state, Shen Lin didn't say anything extra; he simply plucked the strings gently.

The moment the soothing guitar music began, it seemed to have a calming magic, and the noisy sounds from below the stage gradually quieted down.

As the man sang with a voice as beautiful as a fairy, every note seemed to be given life, easily penetrating the listener's eardrums and reaching the depths of their heart, making people involuntarily immerse themselves in it.

Even Sarkaz, who has never been a fan of music, couldn't help but look up and gaze at the figure on the stage.

This performance was like a sudden rain, a rain that fell on the rich and the poor, on the passionate and righteous and on the wicked and despicable.

The rain is unfair because it falls on this unfair world.

Martha, sitting in the audience, sensed the change in her emotions, and her eyes, hidden beneath her cloak, suddenly widened.

She could clearly feel her breathing becoming heavier without her realizing it, and her full chest rose and fell slightly.

Originium Arts? No... that's not right!

Martha knew perfectly well that the man on stage had not deliberately activated the Originium Arts; his abilities had become one with his singing.

This talent only exists in banshees with extremely pure bloodlines; their seamless fusion can make people unconsciously lose themselves in their voices.

She stared blankly at the man on stage who was already engrossed in his performance. The feedback from her bloodline allowed her to clearly sense that he was a banshee, and not just any banshee.

She was now 100% certain that this was not a member of any of the Valley Succubi lineages, but rather a succubus from somewhere else with an incredibly high purity of bloodline.