Codex Pirates

Chapter 146 Deeply Touched

The slums of Kalmar City.

Unlike the messy, weird-looking, and randomly built buildings around, the almshouse established by William is much cleaner and tidy.

A wall made of blue bricks encloses a small three-story building. On the open space in front of the small building, stands a human-shaped statue as tall as a man, wearing a cloak, holding a sword hilt, looking into the distance solemnly, It's a statue of William.

Through the gate outside the wall, one can also see this exquisite statue at a glance, and at this time, the statue himself is busy in front of the gate.

In front of the yard, a long table had already been set up, and a group of people came and went in and out of the yard, moving steaming cauldrons and large basins full of bread to the table.

The management of the almshouse is mostly drawn by Sherlock from the Sihai Trading Company, while the grassroots staff are basically locals, mostly women. Women in slums are forced by life and often live by laughing. Hospital work is already a very good source.

William originally thought that it would be better for women to perform relief and charity reception work, and the facts have proved that, but there are always some villains who like to gossip, but William is not really a good person. After a guy talking nonsense, the gossip disappeared without a trace.

William, who came to inspect the poorhouse, also rolled up his sleeves himself and worked with the staff. His physique was naturally much stronger than that of a group of female workers in the poorhouse. Only two female workers could move the cauldron with difficulty. I moved up casually, and in the end I saw him busy, and almost finished most of the work by himself.

William activated a little devil fruit ability at will, and the steam formed water droplets when it cooled down, sticking to his forehead, making him look like he was sweating from busy work.

Seeing this, several female workers took out their handkerchiefs, trying to help William wipe off his sweat, but were stopped by the deputy director.

A large group of ragged poor people gathered in front of the almshouse. These hungry people stared at the bread, potatoes and broth on the long table, but under the supervision of a group of strong men from the Morgan Pirates, No one dared to go forward to snatch it, and everyone lined up in several lines according to the instructions, with the old and the weak at the front.

William took charge of the spoon himself, and distributed food to the poor who came to receive food in front of one of the teams. Each person had a piece of bread, a whole ripe potato, and a bowl of sparse broth with only sporadic oil and water.

The people who received the food were very grateful. The old people who received the food first had already leaned against the wall of the poorhouse, or squatted or stood up to eat. Many of them were here for the first time, and they had some experience. Knowing that you can't leave the vicinity of the almshouse, otherwise you will be robbed of food if you don't allow it. In the almshouse, there are people from the Morgan Pirates watching, so no one dares to do such a thing.

An old man with thinning hair and stooped back wolfed down food, raised his head vigilantly and looked around from time to time, his right eye socket was hollow, and a few fingers were missing on his right hand. He looked very miserable.

The one-eyed old man licked his lips after eating, looked left and right, and suddenly began to sob. Several old people around him were infected by him, and they also cried softly, which quickly attracted the attention of the people around them.

The vice-principal in charge of this workhouse is Honoré, in his thirties and forties, and slightly bald.

As for the dean, it was William, of course, but he was just a name, and it was the vice-president Honoré who actually handled the daily work.

Honoré also followed William, the leader, to work by himself. When William heard the cry, he put down his spoon and came to the old man. Seeing this, he quickly followed.

"Old man, what's the matter?" William asked with an easy-going expression.

"My lord," the one-eyed old man knelt down when he saw William, crying, "You are our savior."

William was shocked, and regardless of the mess, he hurried forward to help the old man up: "Old man, get up quickly, I can't bear it."

"Why can't you bear it?" The one-eyed old man stretched his neck and said loudly, "I am an old man, I can't live long, there is nothing I can do for you, but as long as you give me an order, I will risk my life , but also to repay your kindness!"

"That's not the case." William said repeatedly.

Honore on the side also echoed loudly: "Old man, our dean didn't want you to repay something, so we spent all our wealth to build these almshouses to help the poor people who can't afford to eat in the slums."

"What? Spend all the money!?" The one-eyed old man yelled hoarsely.

William frowned incredulously.

Honore paused for a moment before replying: "Of course, the almshouse, and the food, the masters of the palace didn't allocate a single Bailey, it's all our dean's own money."

"My lord," the one-eyed old man wanted to kneel down to William again when he heard this, but was held back by William and couldn't. He said loudly, "I don't even want to repay my kindness. Are you still human?"

William sighed: "There is still too little I can do."

"You have done too much. Those high-ranking officials have never looked at people like us, let alone caring about our lives," the one-eyed old man shouted hoarsely, "If they can be like you, or It would be great if you could be more responsible for running the city."

The surrounding poor people echoed.

A touching scene is going on here, and there is a man queuing up over there who sees that William, who is in charge of the spoon at the front of the line, has disappeared. Finally, he can't hold back, he quickly takes out a potato from the table, no matter how hot it is, he directly stuffs it into his mouth .

The crew members of the Morgan Pirates who were watching on the side found out, and the two of them swarmed up and dragged the man out of the team. The man was in tears from being scalded by the potatoes, but his cheeks were still bulging.

Seeing that the crowd was distracted by this scene again, William and Honore returned to the table. Seeing that no one was paying attention, the one-eyed old man patted the dirt on his knees and left quietly. Several old people followed him as well. gone.

When returning to the long table, William whispered something in Honore's ear, and then William distributed food for two groups of people at the gate of the almshouse, and then left. People who came later heard that they could not see this room with their own eyes. The director of the poorhouse, Mr. William, a great philanthropist, seemed very sorry to distribute the food himself.

When the food distribution was over and the front of the almshouse was deserted, the one-eyed old man sneaked up not far away.

Once William was away, he didn't bother to do any more work, and Honore, who just ordered the female workers to clean the long table, saw him and hurried over.

"My lord," the one-eyed old man smiled obsequiously, showing a mouth full of broken teeth, "today..."

"The wages of you and your subordinates." Honoré took out a small stack of Baileys from his arms and handed them to the one-eyed old man.

After the one-eyed old man carefully put it away, Honore continued, "Don't come here again next time."

"Ah?" The one-eyed old man was stunned, "Why, my lord?"

Seeing his appearance, Honore became a little angry: "How many times have you come here? Many people already have an impression of you. If you come a few more times, everyone will know that you are acting. Also, I heard that you still send People go to other poorhouses to grab the show, you are almost becoming a show bully!"

"It's just asking for a living." The one-eyed old man said with some embarrassment.

"It's better to improve your acting skills if you have this leisure time. Our dean is very dissatisfied with your acting skills and criticizes you for being too exaggerated." Honore said with his arms crossed.

The one-eyed old man didn't take it seriously when he heard this, he picked his nose and said, "Master Dean is naturally wise and powerful, but he doesn't understand the people in the slums well enough, if he doesn't speak clearly, they may not understand! "