Stacked wooden boxes with a rotten apple core on top, a gray mouse squatting beside it, nibbling at the last remaining bit of pulp, after a while, dark red eyes crystallized at the nearby people.

It smelled something that didn't belong here, so it got a little nervous.

Meow!

A threatening low roar sounded, and the rat slammed down the wooden box. What followed was a dozen rats running, crossing the drainage channel where there was still some residual snow, and getting into the garbage piled around. in the hole in the wall.

Above them, there are more than a dozen clothes-drying poles hanging on the houses on both sides of the narrow alley. Some worn-out clothes, including women's underwear, are just hanging outside. There is no meaning of privacy at all. People no longer have the heart to care about the privacy of their clothes. They have more important things to solve.

Such as food and satiety.

such as survival.

"Hey~ Stephanie, I take back my indifferent attitude towards the gap between rich and poor in Renas you mentioned before. The gap here is really exaggerated..."

In order to transfer Victor and the young people with him before, Donald used the communicator he was wearing with him to get Stephanie to drive the carriage to the hiding place, and then came to this slum with their guidance.

Donald thought it was an urban area with simple life, but now it seems that it is not only simple, but has reached the point of dilapidation.

"Nearly 90% of the wealth in Reinas is concentrated in the wealthy area, which is the urban area we just entered, so although their living standards are not as good as Wangque Island or the manor area in Demingham, they are also better than Tallinn. Most parts of the district are better, and correspondingly, the lives of civilians are much worse than those in other districts.”

Stephanie pressed her fingers on a stone pillar next to her, and the ash rustled down the wall. She turned her head and said helplessly,

"The Talos family that controls Renas City is a famous "vampire" family in the Ryan Empire, and it is a duke family. Their family members control several cities in non-religious areas. Outside the control of Serveit Talos, who has the title of "Ghost-faced Earl", he is one of the heirs of the Talos family."

"The notes you made? It's so detailed. It seems that I underestimated you before."

Looking at the notebook in Stephanie's hand with some surprise, it is not easy to refine the information to this level in a short period of time.

"The lie is the information I got in the hotel by relying on the staff inside."

"What about the truth?"

"The truth is this notebook I found on the windowsill at the door. What I just said was just a generalization of the above."

Stephanie put the notebook in Donald's hand and said.

"Put it back. After all, it's someone else's stuff. If someone inside sees it, they'll think we're thieves."

Pushing the thing back again, his eyes turned to the dilapidated two-story building next to him. After they sent Victor here, a lot of people gathered nearby. Donald's observation skills don't need to be said, he just stood by and watched Take these people into account one by one.

Different from the numb and empty eyes that I saw on the way here, most of the people here are young people, and they still have a vigor in them. This is the only beauty that Donald has noticed in this dirty and cramped place. thing.

"The young people who just came here must have some connection with Victor Kenstein. He is now wanted by the Talos family in the city, and so many people come to see him... Rather than rushing over to see him, it's more like they've been waiting here for Victor?"

Anthony holds a lime that is usually used for juicing. He doesn't eat it, but puts it in front of his nose. As a chef, his sense of smell is very sensitive. If he doesn't use this method in this environment, he can feel uncomfortable. long time.

"These people, as well as the notebook, people living in the slums go to study the Talos family. The meaning of this is a bit intriguing."

Some things are good to understand in your heart. You have to get to the bottom of things to find out. Donald doesn't have that mind right now.

"You saved him with a strange healing item. I hope you can ask for some useful information... Someone came out."

Anthony, who had been facing the house, watched the girl in a gray sarong running down the stairs, reminding Donald that she was the one standing at the door when they first got here.

"Mr. Victor is awake and he wants to see you."

When the girl got out the door, she took the notebook from the windowsill next to her and looked at Donald and others with gratitude and curiosity.

"I'm finally awake, Anthony, please watch here. If there is anything, please contact me at any time."

Shaking the communicator in his hand, Donald was a little worried that he would encounter the same situation as before, and asked Anthony to stay here with the others to inquire about the destruction. It was enough for him to go there alone.

He followed the girl into the house and went up to the second floor. Donald saw seven or eight young people standing in the corridor. He raised his hand and pressed his silk top hat. Victor Kenstein sitting up from the bed.

"It seems that my healing magic is not bad."

Strictly speaking, the other party was just a stranger, so Donald naturally wouldn't be polite to him. As soon as they met, he reminded him, implying that he was the one who saved a lot of money.

"I'm fine, there is something I want to tell this gentleman, I need a little space."

Victor's voice was still a little weak, his already thin figure seemed to be shaky now, his mottled hair was hanging down his forehead, and he should be about the same age as Anthony in appearance. He patted the young man beside him. His eyes signaled to the other people in the room to go out first.

"Call us if you have anything~lightnovelpub.net~We're right outside the door."

The young man said and left the room with the others.

Only the two people in the room were left speechless.

Both Donald and Victor were thinking about how to speak. The former wanted to ask him directly about the cause of his wound, while the latter simply didn't know how to speak. After all, he didn't know the person in front of him at all, nor did he. Know why he wants to save himself.

"Who caused the injury on your shoulder?"

After not struggling for too long, Donald decided to make it clear.

"Um?"

Vidoc, who was about to ask the other party's name, heard Donald take the initiative to speak, but he didn't respond for a while. He was silent for a while, recalling the man who wounded him and almost killed him, opened and closed his mouth several times, and finally spat out. a title and its name,

"Death row, Pop Salazar!"