Golando led Ronoye around the damp walls of his body, the cracked floor covered with the blood of unknown creatures and the mud that had not yet dried after the heavy rain had added a little trouble to the two's journey.

The shops and dwellings along the road were either closed or long abandoned, and those lying on the ground only lazily glanced up at them as they passed, and when they saw that they were as gray and tattered as themselves, they all lowered their heads and fell asleep again.

"Why do they sleep on the ground...... Ronoye asked, pulling the sleeve of Largolando.

"There is not enough food, so we can only save our body like this." Golando Road.

Ronoye frowned and said, "Then why don't they go to the room?" ”

Gorando: "They don't dare. ”

Ronoye was stunned: "Huh? ”

Golando raised his chin at a few people who were in a more comfortable position nearby, "Do you see those big men?" ”

Ronoyer nodded in confusion.

The big men Golando showed him were all sleeping outside their empty houses.

"Are those people guarding the door?" Ronoye asked Gorando.

Golando didn't say anything, but just said lightly: "There are also poor people, and if you want to go to the next level, you either rely on this ......" Golando gestured and shook his fist, "or rely on money." ”

Without waiting for Ronoye to ask him again, he continued: "The most powerful people in the slums will be identified as the leaders of this area, and there will be small leaders under the big leaders, just as the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat the shrimp, and their role is to maintain order in the slums, and trade with other slums by the way, so as to reduce unnecessary struggles, diseases and deaths." ”

The little young master looked ignorant: "That...... How do I get into my room? ”

Golando raised an eyebrow: "As long as you can find something of value or food to offer, you can qualify to live in a room without being exposed to the sun and rain." Of course, there is a time limit. ”

"There is such a system...... Ronoye muttered.

As if to liven up the atmosphere, Golando changed his relaxed tone and said: "When I was a child, I was often beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and my face was colorful like a clown, so I went to a shop with more people like that to learn to sing and dance like a real clown, and I really got a lot of tips, and I could use that tip to buy a few breads, and I could extend my life for another week." ”

His tone doesn't seem like a real story, but rather a story made up out of thin air.

But Ronoye was shocked when he heard it.

Really...... He had never really understood the lowest level of the empire, had only known about the appalling lives of the poor, and even took it for granted that he was not ashamed to speak in front of Gorando.

What is it to bring the poor out of poverty, what is to protect them and give them happiness......

The original resonating words still seem to echo in my ears, how excessive his naïve words were!

Ronoye felt like he didn't have the face to face Golando.

Golando saw that Ronoye was silent, so he patted Ronoye's head: "Let's go, let's go and rent a room first." ”

Ronoye looked at Golando in amazement: "Do you know where the head of this piece is?" ”

Golando looked up at the sun that was about to disappear below the horizon, squinted and said, "Of course, the chief lives in the best room in this area, and the best room must have the least number of poor people near it." ”

After that, he took the little master's hand and walked up without any scruples.

Golando found his way through the complex of dwellings, and he knew Ruth as if he had been born here.

If the slum is sand, he is a mole with a keen sense of smell, and even if he covers his eyes, he can feel the right destination based on the smell alone.

In Ronoye's eyes, this is quite a survival skill.

His gaze on Golando changed from surprise to reverence, and since he arrived here, Gorando has been constantly refreshing his cognition, and the image of Golando himself has gradually become three-dimensional.

When they were still rivals, Ronoye thought that Gorando was an uneducated man.

After going from sworn enemy to contractor, Ronoye discovers that Gorando also has a lot of stories behind him.

After falling in love with Golando, Ronoye felt that Golando was still a dull and gentle bastard.

And now...... The more "survival" skills Golando revealed, the more Ronoye's heart ached.

He stared at Gorando's back and saw that the two protruding shoulder blades were bulging over the outside of his clothes.

This shoulder can't be called broad, and it would be a compliment to say that it is solid, but Ronoye has the illusion that Gorando's back and his father's back when he was a child slowly overlap.

-- This is the back of the hero.

-- The back of a hero who fights for survival, for honor, for anything important.

While Ronoye was on a journey out of the world, Golando had already figured out the location of the "head".

The house in front of them was larger and taller than the others, and the big men guarding the door stood straight in their clothes, which made them stand out from the rest.

Golando stopped, told Ronoye to wait for him outside, and then walked to the big men at the door.

"Hey, man." He approached a big man with a near-smile on his face.

The big man looked his clothes up and down, and said suspiciously, "I haven't seen you, you're not from here?" ”

"There are always all sorts of reasons why it's like this." Golando showed the big man his dirty clothes, which were stained with sand.

The big man pinched the corner of his clothes and rubbed it and said, "This kind of fabric is not affordable for ordinary people, are you a degraded nobleman?" ”

He pointed to the staff in Golando's arms and said, "You're still a magician?" ”

Golando just kept a smile on his face.

"Hmph, let's go inside." Dahan waved his hand, "A magician can be treated much better than us, and we may have to rely on you to take care of it in the future." ”

"Definitely." Golando waved his hand as well.

Lifting the curtain on the doorway and entering the inside of the house, Golando meets the local "head".

It was a man with tattoos on half of his face, his hair shaved, and his black clothes dressed in nondescript.

But Golando immediately recognized the origin of the black garment—it was the uniform of the Inquisition!

Golando hesitated for half a second.

The big man at the door obviously didn't recognize him, even if this is the territory of the Inquisition, the upper part may not know about him and Ronoye being teleported here, so they should be safe for now.

Coming to such a conclusion, Golando approached the bald man at the end of the house.

The man got straight to the point and asked in a rough voice, "Your name?" ”

As soon as he spoke, there was a rush of wine.

Gorando's eyebrows twitched. Affordable to drink, it seems that this "head" is doing well.

"George Felix."

Golando forged a name.

"Huh."

The man sneered and ordered the name of the Golando newspaper to be written on a piece of paper.

"Are there any dependents?"

Without thinking, Golando replied, "I have a brother who is two years younger than me, named Hall. ”

The rest of the information didn't matter, Golando was rambling a bunch of nonsense, he had a good memory anyway.

After writing a piece of paper, the man asked Golando to sign his name on the paper, and as he signed, Golando noticed that the pen the man was using, not a magic pen but a quill that needed ink support.

This ghetto is treated so well?

For the first time since he teleported, Gorando was shocked.

Even the supplies that can't be equipped by everyone in the Royal Academy of Magic are actually street goods here? Are you kidding.

Golando doubted his eyes, and deliberately looked at it a few more times, and it was not wrong, it was a quill.

How strange is that......

"What are you grinding?"

The bald man knocked impatiently on the table.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Golando hurriedly signed his name and returned the pen to the man.

"Alright, take what you're going to offer me." The man spread out his rough palms.

But Golando offered nothing.

"Tsk, hurry up, I don't have much time, uncle!" The man urged fiercely.

Golando unhurriedly took out his staff.

The man's expression became a little serious: "You are a magician?" ”

Golando used a basic water magic, and then introduced, "I'm a three-star water magician. ”

To be cautious, he said the rank of a rotten street, while concealing the other three lines.

The man stared at Gorando's staff, licked his lips and asked, "What about your brother?" ”

"Hall is also a three-star magician, fire."

"Good!" The man clapped his hands with a happy expression, "It's great that you're here, we don't have water and fire here, and we want magicians like you!" ”

He rose from his seat and gestured to shake Golando's hand, but Golando reached out, not showing a strange look under the man's testing strength.

The man took Gorando's shoulders and gestured with his thumb to himself, "My name is Tony, Sixth Inquisitor, you will stay with me today, and I will clean your new home tomorrow, and then I will take you to the title." ”

There was a lot of information in Tony's words that Gorando didn't understand, but subconsciously told him that he couldn't show that he didn't know at this time.

He smiled politely, and let Tony's iron-hard arms wrap around his neck.

After a while, Tony's men brought in Ronoyer, who was waiting outside, and Tony gave Gorando and Ronoyer two sets of black uniforms, the most common ones, and sent them to a clean room.

The room had a bed and an empty cupboard with a piece of bread in a broken basket on the bed.

The people who brought them in saw that they had no faces, yellow muscles, and thin muscles, and looked like aristocrats, so they specially explained: "There is only such a thing to eat during the special period, and some of them are good, so don't pick them." ”

Golando thanked the man, who was stunned.

After closing the door, the smile that had been hanging on Gorando's face was removed.

There was a look of uncertainty rolling in his two dark eyes, and then he turned to Ronoye and said, "Little master, this time we have entered the enemy's interior." ”