A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

"The civil strife 20 years ago ushered in a new city lord, and since then it has gone from bad to worse." Jotun shook his head, unwilling to say more.

The prying eyes don't know where they are hiding, or they are everywhere.There are indeed many people with good natures among the refugees. They have property, families, and identity certificates, but they just lack a foothold for the time being. ordinary people.

Cloris had no doubt that without Jotun by her side, those vicious beasts who were ready to rob and rape at any time would never let her petite body go.

[Tailor] It can easily crush and slaughter ordinary people without extraordinary power, and its efficiency is no less than that of an automated production line in a factory. However, before gaining a firm foothold, the girl still advocates avoiding trouble as much as possible.

"Doctor Shadow Puppet..." Cloris secretly calculated the chimeric material. In the deep world, even if the city that never sleeps is brightly lit, darkness is still the main theme. This is undoubtedly the paradise of hidden people and the home of shadows.

It is also possible to temporarily cover up the appearance. Cloris has been practicing weaving threads on the surface of her cheeks, and then attaching the mysterious properties of [Phantom] to change her appearance.The source capacity determines that the girl cannot maintain the disguise state all day, so this is more suitable for use when going out alone.

Not counting the refugees, the population of the main urban area of ​​Nightless City is more than ten times that of the total population of Faljar. When they were in Faljar, the range of activities of the girls was basically limited to the reformatory and the Black Forest. So eye-catching.

The bazaar outside the square was full of yellow-faced and emaciated refugees. They spontaneously formed a slave market. Here, a man who could work better than an animal could be exchanged for food and housing, and an innocent girl could be bought with two slices of bread.

The slaves bought must be certified and branded in the chamber of commerce, and the transaction must also be completed through the intermediary of the chamber of commerce, otherwise the slaves will not be legal.

In other words, even if you want to sell yourself as a slave here, you have to pay an intermediary fee of ten groschens at the chamber of commerce in exchange for a slave trading certificate.

"Refugees are the most worthless thing these days. You think it's cheap and I think it's expensive!" The fat man with a big belly kicked away the woman who was holding his thigh and pleading, "Do you think it's me who wants to buy it? It's you, Anthony." The master is kind-hearted, I don’t want anyone to suffer! I don’t know good and bad things!” The fat man spat, and if he felt something, he turned his head and saw a tall old man standing nearby, his fat face immediately piled up with piles of meat, "Old Jotun, it's so early!"

"It's early for you too, Anthony." Jotun replied with a peaceful smile.

"Hey, this is life! How can I afford to live early and late at night for the sake of living? On the contrary, these untouchables," Anthony scolded, "everyone has hands and feet. If they are willing to work for Lao Tzu, can they still starve them? He is a lazy dog ​​who is not familiar with the group. He just wants to lie down and earn money, and then find a chance to persuade other lowly slaves to escape together! If you are not aggressive, you deserve to starve to death!" He reminded enthusiastically, "Old Jotun, if you want to When buying these lowly slaves, you must be careful, and you must not let them have enough food. Once they are full, these bastards should think about how to escape! Of course, you can also buy them from me, I teach (teach) Slaves are excellent one by one, regardless of men or women, they are guaranteed to serve you well!"

Hearing Anthony's words, Cloris felt a brief moment of anger, but more of it was a sense of absurdity that made people laugh.

"Business is not easy." Jotun said nonchalantly.

"Who says it's not? You know, all of my professions are high-quality slaves. How can you not be proficient in playing, playing, singing, fighting and killing people? You need physical strength and appearance, but now?" Anthony sighed deeply. "Those slave owners who got into the pockets only know the quantity and quantity! You said, how can a slave trader like me who is dedicated to cultivating outstanding talents be compared to that group of people who resell people and have no conscience?" He said Pointing to the woman and child on the ground, he said, "These idiots want five Aegis from me, saying that the price of the mine is the price, but is the source crystal mining area and the metal mining area the same? The former is a slaughterhouse! I can't go there. In two months, there is only a stone shell left!"

The mines on Hurricane Island are much richer than the Devil’s Cave in Fal Yar, and the locals generally work in the metal mining area. The safety factor is not very bad, and there is no large amount of radiation.

It should be added here that the amount of radiation is based on the source quality overflow ratio of the source crystal, the lower the overflow rate, the higher the purity, and the smaller the radiation.

The fire source crystals that Cloris gave to Prisna from the deserted island are all broken crystals that Wojty found in the open-pit mine near the volcano. They are extremely pure and do not need to be mined.

The only thing to pay attention to is good insulation protection.

The woman was silent.

No matter how eloquent these slave traders are, the money they get is real. Five Aegis is enough for a family of three to survive for half a year.

At this time, a refugee suddenly came running over, panting and preaching loudly: "Grace, the gentlemen of the Grace House asked me to inform, huh, huh... after twelve o'clock, there will be a donation at the Statue of Liberty Monument in the Municipal Square When the time comes for the speech, everyone present will have, have..." His voice was hoarse, and he said hoarsely, "A piece of bread, a glass of water!"

113. House of Mercy

In a narrow sense, the municipal square naturally refers to the central square where the government of the city that never sleeps is located, but in a broad sense, it is also the collective name of the local people for this area, including the streets and alleys connected by the central square, Liberty Square, and Duke Square.

Liberty Square is close to Shenfeng Lake where the refugees landed. There are smugglers who help people who suffer from misty natural disasters to smuggle to the city that never sleeps. Many refugees are squeezed out of their last money, thinking that they can get help in the city that never sleeps. No matter how bad it is, they can at least find a way to make a living. Work, but came here only to find that everywhere is a hell on earth.

Refugees are a mixed bag, and what they have to worry about is not only mercenaries, city guards, and slave traders, but also their "insiders". How serious is cannibalism, how can we compare each other?

The biggest highlight of Liberty Square is the 43 [destiny slot machines], of which the original master machine and [-] slave machines are placed in the "Ruby Casino Hotel", and the other [-] are arranged to operate outside.

When hearing the refugee's call, Cloris couldn't help being curious: "Yorton, can we go and have a look?"

Anthony's cochlea tickled, and then he noticed the little man beside Jotun. He looked at Cloris' upturned forehead with feverish eyes, and licked his lips: "This is?"

"Put that up, Anthony, this is my grandniece," Jotun said seriously. "Let the hyenas in your industry keep their eyes open. After all, the Indigo Club is kind to people and won't take things lightly."

"Hahaha, if there is such a dog with no eyes, little brother Anthony will chop off his paw first!" Anthony laughed openly and intimately, eliminating the momentary embarrassment.

The Voyagers knew that they could fuck old Joatton's daughter-in-law and Mattie the waiter, but when little Lindsay was around, all of them had to behave like a lost gelding.

Now besides little Lindsay, Old York seems to have another taboo.

Of course, from the perspective of normal people, no one would have any thoughts about little Lindsay, but the current girl is different.

Feeling sorry in his heart, Anthony bid farewell to old Jotun, and at the same time glanced at Cloris reluctantly: "I still have something on me, so let's not bother brother Jotun for now."

Tsk, what a girl with potential, what a pity—not only is she well fed, but she is also sheltered.

If conditions permit, the kind-hearted Master Anthony can also assume the responsibility of guardian consciously.

He understands the importance, the immature beauty is not as attractive to him as the golden Aegis coin, and if he wants to make money safely, he cannot make enemies with the Indigo Society.

Old Jotun is an old man of the Indigull Club. In terms of seniority, before the current president joined the club, his Voyager Bar was the meeting place for the club members.

Anthony quickly forgot about Cloris and was troubled by other worries.As he walked, he scolded: "House of Mercy, what kind of virgin is you pretending to be, damn it, how can there be a free lunch in this world? A bunch of white-eyed wolves, instead of thanking Master Anthony, they trust a bunch of liars..."

Jotun looked at the back of Anthony and the bodyguards going away, and asked Cloris: "Do you want to go to the lecture at the Grace House? Although they don't have much influence on Hurricane Island, I heard that they are widely distributed in the deep world and have a deep foundation."

Jotun's logic is very simple and simple: good people can't survive in the city that never sleeps, so not only can they survive, but the house of mercy that thrives in the entire deep world must have dirty buttocks.

"I have my own judgment, and I can protect myself," Cloris said.

The flow of people in Liberty Square was even more turbulent than that in the central square. The security personnel of the Ruby Casino Hotel were armed with live ammunition and drove the refugees to the corner of the square to make a clean path for the distinguished guests in suits and leather shoes.

Cloris saw the refugees gathered around a slot machine. They had to pay the security staff one shilling for ten chances to gamble.

In fact, you don’t need any coins to activate the [Destiny Slot Machine]. As Prisna said, people who frequently use the slot machine will quickly age to death, and they have already paid the price. However, there is a middleman in this world. , can always find ways to extract extra value.

The activation condition of [Fate Slot Machine] is voluntary. If someone is coerced to activate, then the coercion will pay the price in the end. This is the experience summed up by countless people with blood and tears.

It takes about 5 minutes to play ten slot machines, which means that thirty machines can create a wealth of 36 Aegis for the hotel every hour.

"Medium, medium, medium, medium!" A refugee chewed a spoiled steak. He was in a state of great luck and had sat in front of the machine for two hours. Inside, too, was a bagful of silver coins—some spit out from slot machines, most of which were steaks sold at discounted prices to other refugees.

It stands to reason that these food and wealth are enough for him to survive ten famines. If he is worried about being robbed, he can find a strong refugee team to join him, disperse most of the money and food, and only keep the portion that can support himself. can live safely.

But this lucky guy is already red-eyed. He has been unlucky all his life. Only at this moment did he realize that his fortune has changed, and he turned out to be the chosen one.

"middle!"

The slot machine stopped, and three identical faces appeared in everyone's sight. Before the lucky one had time to celebrate, he suddenly felt that these three faces were somewhat similar to himself.

Suddenly, the outlet of the slot machine opened a mouth full of blood. Unprepared, Lucky was swallowed!

The inside of the closed slot machine made a violent sound of grinding meat. It started on its own without anyone operating it. Blood mist splashed from the inside onto the screen one after another. The original pocket watermelon, beer, steak, and trash can Waiting for the pattern to transform into a series of stern, voiceless faces, they are stirring, like the clouds gathered by the tornado, and the dull and oppressive atmosphere adds an unspeakable blood color to the air.

"Middle!" On the other side, the real lucky guy was born, and the slot machine in front of him spit out a lot of gold pounds, golden aegis and other expensive coins.

The security guard smiled maliciously, and he exchanged glances with his colleagues, predicting the ending of "Lucky One".

Even if it is so dangerous and unfair, there are still countless refugees flocking to it - there is nothing to lose anyway, why not take a gamble?

It's a pity that there is a threshold for gambling, and many people can't squeeze out even a shilling.

"It is said that the prizes are related to the identity of the player. The slot machines in the Ruby Casino Hotel are played by a group of rich people. The most common prizes in it are worth ten years of hard work." Jotun and Cloris said , "Don't touch that kind of thing, it will only make people unhappy, no matter what their identity is..."

As if confirming what Jotun said, a white-haired dead body was carried out of the hotel by the security guards, a noble lady was crying hypocritically, and the bodyguards moved the rare treasures out one by one.

The deceased was dressed luxuriously, with ten rings of exquisite materials and exquisite workmanship on his shriveled fingers. A gold ring studded with precious stones rolled to the ground, and countless people rushed over immediately.

He seems to have hit a lot of things, but he seems to have hit nothing.

"Anomalies make people obsessed." Jotun said, "Do you know about anomalies?"

"of course."

And, I have one right now.Cloris thought.

If she threw [Singing Stomach] on the square, these refugees would surely stand by her side even if they knew they were going to die.

Hunger drives people crazy.

So is a full stomach.

"Mr. Grace House is here!"

I don't know who yelled, and for a while, even the refugees around the slot machine lost interest, and rushed to follow the crowd to the entrance of the square.

I was afraid that if I didn't squeeze to the front, I would miss a bite of bread.

114. Speech

The gentlemen of the Grace House, or the master, whatever the refugees call them, they built a platform on the Statue of Liberty, and the two-legged beasts powered by energy under the stage pulled the four-wheeled trucks full of food and drinking water. The food was cold and hard. Black bread, nutritious insect cakes, unknown steaks and marinated radiated fish.

On the stage was a middle-aged man in a black-bottomed robe with a purple belt. His face was clean and beardless, and he was as gentle as jade. His elegant appearance would make people feel close instinctively, and at the same time, it would also make people feel that this was a reasonable and bullying person. guy.

"Holy Father's mercy!" He opened his arms, as if embracing the brilliance of the world.

"Father's mercy..." Some refugees raised their hands sparsely to follow the slogan of the middle-aged man.

But more refugees don’t care about the Holy Father’s kindness, and someone immediately shouted: “Master Qifa, you said that you can get bread if you come to listen to the lecture, is it true!?”

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at the delivery personnel. The latter lifted the sackcloth covering the truck, and the boxes of radiation water and food immediately made the eyes of the refugees turn red.

"Everyone present, the Charity House will treat everyone equally..."

Before he finished his sentence, another refugee encouraged him: "The master of the Charity House has shown mercy, everyone, hurry up and get it!"

Immediately, refugees who couldn't bear it took the first step forward, and it was this step that attracted more people to follow suit. In the blink of an eye, a group of refugees stepped forward and rushed forward.

"Ah, don't squeeze!"

"Who is stepping on me!"

"Don't squeeze, don't, ah!"

People scrambled to be the first, and there were cries in the tumultuous dust.

At this time, the strong men guarding the goods fired a shot into the sky, and the madness of the refugees stopped due to the instinct of awe. Then, the strong men picked up the few refugees who had jumped on the truck like chickens, and faced the refugees directly, indifferently. The momentum forced the refugees back steadily, and the open space was immediately vacated.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuu, my feet..."

"I'm in so much pain, who will help me..."

Qifa looked up to the sky and sighed, he went down the stairs, walked up to the trampled refugees, and looked at them with loving and compassionate eyes.

He stroked the injured part of the refugee with his hand, and in a blink of an eye, the woman and child who were still howling got up from the ground. Not only did the pain disappear, but the haggard and weak complexion also became more rosy.

"The Holy Father is fair to everyone. The Grace House said it will feed you, so it will never break its promise, but..." Qifa looked sadly at the few models controlled by the strong man, "You rob me like this , How much food can you get in the end? It is because of such selfish people that you are starving!"

The strong man showed the typical example. These refugees not only held a bag of bread in their left hand, a box of insect cakes in their right, and meat steaks in their mouths. The thought of begging for mercy instantly went cold.

Chifa seems to be a reasonable and good person, but these refugees like them...

Qifa asked in a questioning tone: "What do you think the Holy Father will do with these people?"

"Shoot him!"

"Stone to death!"

"Put the oil on, put on the oil! They are the ones who have so many people being trampled!"

Qifa shook his head: "The Holy Father loves every one of His people, and the Grace House will give every wronged and lost person a chance, so I forgive them this time..." The refugees were silent, but suddenly, Qifa The subject changed, "Although he has been forgiven by me, all living beings are equal under mercy, and you are the same as me, so..." He smiled gently, "You also have the right to judge."

The strong men pushed the models into the middle of the open space and tied them together with ropes.

The refugees looked at each other and hesitated. At this time, a young man stood up, pointed to a typical person and said, "He is not only the culprit of this incident, he also killed my sister, right?" Her corpse did, did... Lord Qifa, if I really have the power to judge... I want him to die!"

Qifa pursed his lips and smiled, his typical face was ashen ashes: "Zha Yaya, you bastard, you unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, I'm your uncle, dear uncle! When did I not give you what you eat and use? "

The boy's eyes became even redder, and he threw himself on a stone and smashed it.

"Smash them to death!"

Dozens of hundreds of people gathered around, a few to vent their hatred, and more to make up for the few bags of food in the open space that were not taken away by the strong man, and to make up their feet by the way, and then... tsk, this feels so comfortable, let's make up again One kick... no, try throwing a stone.

In less than 10 minutes, there were only bloody ooze left on the field.

Qifa looked at the relief on the faces of the refugees, smiled and said, "In the Grace House, murder is a sin."

The faces of the few refugees standing in front suddenly turned pale. They wanted to retreat, but their feet were as hard to move as if they were filled with lead, as if they were petrified.

At this moment, everyone was extremely terrified, and a word of terrified surprise made them suffer the tragedy of the previous few people.

"However..." Qifa stepped forward, stretched out his hand to caress the top of the young man's head, and said in a gentle voice, "It is inevitable to bear countless sins in this world, so we must believe in the Holy Father, not only to redeem you and me for committing crimes His fault is also to lead to a beautiful end in the end, He is for you and me, the Kingdom of God dripping with milk and honey, where you will get everything..."

"Will there be women, too?" a woman with a child in her hand boldly asked.

"Everything you want." Qifa looked at the young man, "Believe in the Holy Father of Mercy with me, and you can avoid the suffering of going to hell. Believers of Mercy, you can receive a piece of bread and a glass of water for free every day," he added, " If you have a pious faith, after being baptized in front of the icon, you can enter the House of Grace and become one of us, there will be no more hunger, no more suffering.”

His words not only made the refugees feel relieved, but most of them were fascinated.

"With the Church of the Sun, are there other gods to spread the faith?" Cloris stood on the sidelines and watched coldly.

"The beliefs in the deep world are very complicated. I used to be an explorer in the Chaos Sea... Oh, I was also a pirate... During the ten years of my voyage, the beliefs of the gods I encountered were no less than double digits, but most of them were just beliefs. Gathering Abnormalities," Jotun was equally indifferent, as a bystander, he could clearly see Qifa's sinister methods, "Besides, it is precisely because the Church of the Sun wants to establish a foundation in the deep world that it supports Lunti Ya."

Jotun had some skills when he was young, and the Goripuri Pirates also had feuds with demigod-level existences, which can be said to be rich in knowledge.

After many demigods leave the spectacle, their combat ability will plummet by half, and their attributes will also be greatly weakened. Moreover, not all demigods are war mad. The demigods of spectacle also suffer greatly.