A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"This thorn...?"

"I guess they tied you to a torture tool and beat you hard with a whip." Cloris rolled her eyes.

Carlosson wiped the sweat from his brow: "Is this one with a snake's head painted on it the Snake People's Zone?"

"Lizardmen and orcs, as sub-human races, are usually regarded as meta-humans and will not deliberately distinguish them." Cloris spread her hands.

"I'm going to this kind of place?"

"That's right, there is another goal. He is here to be the project manager." The girl pointed to the very small purple-black color block to the east near the Garden of Eagles.

"This head looks like some infected human..."

"The restricted area is the only place in the Land of Pleasure where there is no human rights at all and open slave trade," Cloris shrugged lightly, "deep divers, ghouls, jellyfish, terror cubs, nine-legged bellies The face spider..." The girl frowned deeper and deeper, and finally interrupted the memory, "You will probably know better when you go... Don't think too badly, at least half of the guests are researchers who collect mysterious materials."

"That means there is still half of it..." Carlosson chewed the tobacco in his mouth to stop the tendency of nausea. He suddenly realized that compared to Paradise, the Land of Pleasure is the real hell. "Where did you know that?" ?!"

"Explorer's Guild." Cloris handed a map to Carlosson, and turned her head to the west. "I look forward to your good news, Carlosson," she suddenly stopped, and added, "Careful Using my ability, I accidentally bumped into an elf from the Church of Soul during the day and revealed my secrets."

……

Ronghe Community is located on a tributary of the Feather Snake River, named after an old banyan tree on the sandbar in the river.This place is located in the southwest corner of the Town of Joy. Most of the residents work in the Town of Joy. They directly or indirectly rely on the red light industry and their living facilities to survive. Some of them are white-collar workers in North Lien City. They like this place for its relative convenience. transportation and low rent.

The girl walked through the bustling shopping street. In the shadow of the lights, she was as light as a ghost, and she did not attract any attention. It was only when she appeared under the lights again that a few newsboys returning home at night noticed this station. The beautiful woman under the street sign.

The girl wears a flat peaked cap, overalls over a lady's shirt, and delicate and shiny leather boots. This ordinary attire is far less coquettish than the women in the Land of Joy, and her makeup is not even worse than that of the women who get up early and have dark eyes and eyes. The "Lion Elite" that is higher than the top makes people feel more beautiful.

"Ma'am, are you a reporter?" An enthusiastic child stepped forward and asked.

"Huh?" Cloris asked curiously, "Why do you think so?"

"Because you have a camera!" another kid said immediately. "Can you take a picture of us, please?"

"Shut up, Ent, don't you know that taking pictures is expensive!"

"Of course." Cloris nodded with a smile.

Under the flash, after a "click", several children were reflected on the imaging film and slipped out of the camera.

Cloris handed over the photo, showing expressions of shock, surprise, avoidance or curiosity.

"Wait a minute, I'm not ready!" the child immediately complained, "You're disturbing me, Farrier!"

"Wouldn't it be interesting to have a more realistic scene?" Cloris clapped her hands lightly and said, "Okay kids, I've taken a picture for you, how about answering some of my questions now?"

Another kid asked, "Is it about Yossarian?"

Cloris smiled and looked: "Huh?"

"Every, every gentleman who comes with a camera grills a lady named Ucelyn," she explained, "and you're the first one."

"I'm a fan of Ucelin," Cloris smiled softly, "I want to see where idols were born."

At this moment, a stout woman with a cigarette in her mouth came over from a distance, holding a rolling pin: "You stinky bastards don't go home to dawdle, you want me to discipline your mother and tie them to the lampposts one by one. Are you so pumped that you cry!"

The woman came over aggressively, and the children scattered. She stared at Cloris and said to the young and delicate woman in front of her, "Reporter?"

"I'm a fan of Ucelin, and I want to see where she was born." Cloris said politely.

"Hmph, it's okay to deceive children about this kind of thing," the woman turned and left, "If you don't want to be kidnapped by a human trafficker in the middle of the night, I advise you to take the last train to Rein as early as possible."

"Wait a minute!" Cloris held her back.

"Huh!?" The woman turned around.

To be honest, her appearance is not very rough, but her figure is as strong and solid as a granite mountain, and there are a few horizontal folds on her face. Even so, the woman's bell-like stare still makes Crowe Liz shuddered.

With a calm and trembling voice, the girl tried to confuse: "I am not a reporter for those tabloid newspapers, please believe me, Ucelin has been troubled by those vicious small newspapers, I want to restore her innocent and authentic through biography !"

It's just that, even if she got the succubi's light when she was promoted, Cloris would not look very attractive when she faced the unfeeling crowd.

"Hmph!" The woman withdrew her hand, glanced at the sky, and said, "I can accept interviews, but I have to charge ten stars per hour."

Cloris said awkwardly: "This is my weekly salary..."

"You can make more money than the skin business," the woman sneered, and said without looking back, "then you can hold your purse and dream! Don't blame me for not reminding you, any man on the road tonight Yes, but the more dangerous one is the woman who came to you for help!"

"I'll just go!" Cloris called her hastily, the girl took out a few two-dollar banknotes from her wallet, took out a few coins, grabbed the woman's hand and stuffed them in, and said eagerly, "Is that all right?"

The woman squeezed the coin in her hand, and a spring-like smile suddenly appeared on her ferocious face: "Then tell me in the house, it just rained today, and the wind outside is strong, so be careful if you catch a cold!"

Passing through several dilapidated houses full of underwear and bedding, the woman took Cloris to a compound surrounded by buildings on three sides. A group of children were playing with colored stones in the sand when she saw the woman coming , They immediately bounced up from the pit, stood upright tremblingly, looked around and did not dare to make a sound.

"What are you doing in a daze, are the newspapers sold out, have you eaten, have you eaten?" She kicked the nearest big man over, "Go back to the classroom to study if you eat, do you miss Koshia?" Is the teacher spending the night here!"

Some children fled like flying, and some were in a daze.

"Karin, those idiots will still be able to rely on physical strength to do hard labor for 30 to [-] years. Are you planning to sell meat in kilns as soon as you grow up?"

"I, I want to be a sailor!" Karin said angrily, waving the wooden sword.

The woman grabbed the wooden sword, broke it with her knees, and shouted, "Go home! You idiot!"

Before the girl's crying back disappeared, she looked at another boy with delicate skin: "What about you, Patrick?"

"I can..." the boy thought for a while and said, "do hard labor!"

"No, you won't," the woman walked over with a smirk, "There are many little devils like you in Eagle Court who don't need to be adults, let me think about it, when you are 14 years old... no, 15 years old... There will be a bunch of big men bigger than me around, slapping the face with piles of banknotes! Very happy, isn't it?"

The boy shrank his neck, tears streaming down his face, the shovel in his hand fell off unconsciously, and he walked back stupidly while crying: "Wow wow - I don't want to go to the Garden of Eagles - I don't want to make money -"

The woman's face became bright and peaceful again, and she smiled at Cloris: "That's it, ma'am, can you earn ten star dollars a week? You are so young, and you must have a chance to be promoted in the newspaper... This is better than most people. You’ve made a lot of money, and you don’t have stacks of special tax bills! If these brats can be as good as you by a little bit, they’re really lucky in this life!” She just took two steps, then turned around and added, "5 minutes have passed, in order to save your money, let's speed up the pace!"

Does this count as time? !

Cloris has a new understanding of women's snobbery, but she is no longer a homeless person who is struggling with ten star dollars, and only three-digit amounts can move a girl!

The two walked to the stairs, and the two rooms on the first floor were broken up and arranged as teachers. A fair-skinned young goblin on a high stool, wearing a pair of round glasses, was meticulously writing on the blackboard.

"The mother of these kids hired three tutors. Teacher Kexia is a top student at Gullingdu University to teach these idiots some simple arithmetic," the woman smiled, "Karin's mother is also a little Foreigners of culture, when they are on vacation, they will teach these idiots a little foreign language."

Cloris asked: "Is there no Star Church here?"

"How could the Star Church come to such a place?" The woman shook her head, "It's been 10 minutes, let's go upstairs first, to save time."

542. People, Dead People, Ghouls

The woman's room is at the entrance of the corridor on the third floor. The boxy room is full of sundries. Except for a private bathroom, there is no kitchen or other places.

Cloris looked around and saw a framed photo on the desk. In the photo, a young aunt in her thirties and a chubby man were sitting on the deck with a chubby man standing in front of her. A girl of seven or eight years old stood in front of her .

Cloris asked, "Have you worked as an employee on a merchant ship?"

"I am a cook, and my man is a sailor." The woman took out a pack of shredded tobacco from the drawer. She wrapped the cigarette paper in circles and glued it with saliva, and then took out the lighter from the pocket of the apron to light it. "My daughter was born on a boat, and she hardly ever went ashore. Later, when she encountered an air crash, she had no chance to go ashore again."

Cloris said, "Sorry."

"It's better to save yourself, ma'am, you have superfluous pity for strangers you've never met, either perfunctory or your brain hit the train," the woman coughed, with a strong smell of tobacco, grinning her yellowed teeth Said, "For the sake of money, I accept your kindness."

Cloris looked at a registration book on the desktop, on which was written the information of each household: "Are you the landlord here?"

The woman replied: "This building is. After the air crash, I was led by my fellow countrymen to work in Gulingting. They went to the red house, and I..." She sneered twice, "I can't earn that I found a job as a domestic helper in the Ronghe community, and Mrs. Obst, who was the big landlord at the time, took care of me and gave me the property as a gift after she passed away."

"Does Ucelin know her?"

"Ucelin was taught by her alone. Mrs. Oberst is very well connected, otherwise she wouldn't be able to cultivate such an excellent girl."

"Then why didn't she give the inheritance to Ucelin? You are the landlord of the Ronghe community now?"

"It can only be regarded as the administrator. The houses in other buildings have been sold one after another before Mrs. Oberst's lifetime. Some landlords who have left the place have entrusted me to look after them and collect rent," the woman recalled. Without a word, Mrs. Oberst died without coming back, and I don't know what happened between them, perhaps just because I have nowhere else to go, and Mrs. Oberst entrusted me to look after the place."

Cloris checked the surroundings, but found no traces of psychic matter, and even if there were, most of them were memories of the administrator's aunt looking at the photos of her relatives.

The person named Mrs. Obst did not leave any traces. It may be that she does not have any strong impressions here, and the plain impressions have gradually become elusive with time, or it may be that the old objects related to it are all gone. be cleaned up.At the same time, the possibility that Mrs. Obst is an extraordinary person cannot be ruled out.

Cloris asked: "How did Mrs. Obst die?"

"Birth, old age, sickness and death," the auntie administrator frowned, "Are you really here to ask Ucelin?"

"Just curious..." Cloris took out a photo of the ruby ​​necklace worn by Ucelin. "Have you seen this?"

"this is not……"

At this moment, the shadow reflected by the kerosene lamp behind her suddenly enlarged, and Cloris' figure quietly emerged, taking advantage of her unaware moment to peep into the dream——

Talking with the administrator aunt has always been a realistic illusion.

According to the series of memories of the administrator's aunt seeing Ruby, Cloris can conclude that what she said before is basically true.

But what the administrator didn't mention was that Mrs. Obst had always been a mysterious figure from her perspective.People in the community once speculated that she was the mistress who was taken care of by some big man, or a courtesan who had a lot of contacts when she was young, and then she lived in this building with her daughter after she was old and fading. Some people speculated that her actual occupation was a madam. Many embarrassing women have sought jobs from her.

Mrs. Obst has not been in the Ronghe community for a long time. Except for occasionally teaching the children in the community, she is always on the go most of the time and returns late at night.

The auntie administrator has served her conscientiously for nearly 20 years. Until Mrs. Obst passed away, she didn't know her real past and present.

And that ruby, in my impression, was worn on Mrs. Obst's daughter—Talia Obst.

Sadly, Talia Obst died in a ball fire right next to her mother.

"Isn't this Thalia's necklace?" The administrator's words came long after.

"Huh, so it was given to Uceline by someone else?" Cloris was stunned, her face showed a gleam of excitement, "I took pictures of Uceline's outfits every time she attended a banquet, her jewelry, skirts, High heels and underwear! She wears this jewelry all the time, so I want to know more, can you tell me?"

The administrator's aunt frowned in disgust: "I don't know much about the children's private affairs, besides, Ucelin is just one of the many children. If it wasn't for becoming a movie star, I might have left her behind. Later."

"Where are the other kids?"

"They were brought up by Mrs. Obst. Some of them may have a successful career outside, while some," the auntie administrator looked at the twinkling lights outside the window, "eventually returned to this dirty vortex."

After getting some of the information she wanted, Cloris bid farewell to the auntie administrator.She was [-]% sure that Mrs. Obst was inextricably linked to the abducted Avanka, and even Rodan Camps.

This thread is more closely linked than the dozen or so survivors, and the fly in the ointment is that it all seems to melt away with the deaths of Mrs. Obst and her daughter.

No matter how you look at it, it's strange.

Cloris came to the cemetery where Mrs. Obst and her daughter were buried, covered her tracks with a phantom, and took out a folding silver shovel of unknown material from the Ring of the Void.

The cemetery is the most active place for spirits. Although there will be spiritual exorcists on a regular basis, the place of death that communicates with the spirit world is always easy to gather spirit matter, and the participating memories of wandering here are fused into new spirits.

Although the dream walker cannot control the soul, he can see the wandering souls floating among the tombstones more clearly than ordinary people.They don't have consciousness, they are so fragile that sunlight can purify them, they just linger under the instinct of memory fusion.

Cloris found Mrs. Obst's tombstone and apologized in her heart.

As soon as she took the shovel, she suddenly heard a rustling sound from the side. The girl held the silver shovel vigilantly, and found a ragged, foul-smelling beggar crawling on the tombstone not far away.

In order to avoid trouble caused by the commotion later, she swam over in the darkness, wielding a silver shovel to stun him——

"clang!"

A clear sound like gold and stone resounded on the opponent's head.

"Ouch, who!"

With a sound of panic, the beggar fled quickly in three or five steps, but suddenly something caught him under his feet and dragged him back.

With the help of the faint starlight, an ugly face with pus and sores appeared in front of the girl's eyes.

"Ghoul?" Cloris asked in surprise.

The ugly man stared in amazement at the hooded woman hiding in the shadows. He hurriedly said, "I'm not a corpse, I'm here to rob the grave too, and I'm also here to rob the grave!"

He regarded Cloris as a necromancer who stole corpses for research.

The light of the oil lamp reflected, the girl quickly fell into the darkness and covered it with illusions, the ghoul also hurriedly got down, and fell into the coffin board he dug out.

The cemetery guard with a stick and a lamp heard the movement, and after patrolling back and forth without finding anything unusual, he knocked in front of the tomb with his wooden stick, recited the eulogy, and left after the wandering spirits gradually calmed down.

The ghoul got up from the coffin, looked around, and saw the girl walking out of the shadows with a gloomy face.

"I am not a ghoul!" he begged in a low voice, "I am a ghoul, and my name is Ol Gundore!"

Cloris asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"

Ghouls or ghouls, intelligent or unintelligent, are usually not good types, and kill them as they go.

"I'm eating... If you need fresh corpses for experiments, I can help you sniff out the recently buried graves. I live in the sewers of Gullingdu. I'm a legal citizen. I..."

"legitimate?"

"At least the government tacitly allows us to exist," Gundolei whispered, "We are sewer scavengers, cleaning up the city's filth, we are part of the ecological chain, just like carrion maggots and cockroaches, you just Robbing your tomb, we each go our own way, no one disturbs anyone, hey, hey..."

He laughed sarcastically twice, which sounded like a gloomy wind.

"Why don't you just stay in the sewer?"

"I felt something, I don't know, the food suddenly became very strange," Gundorei showed fear in his eyes, "I have been restless since I arrived from the Praise Church, the rats and spiders in the passage escaped when they saw me Not escaping, as if tempting me to eat them, my father became insane, as if resisting some hallucination, my brother was always staring at the wall in a daze, my sister began to trim the carrion that she was proud of, until Last night, when a police operation team was cleaning the sewers, I heard my wives say strange words, and white worms crawled out of the hair follicles. I didn't dare to stay any longer, and immediately fled to Surface!"