The lingering rain was like the tears shed by a girl after falling out of love, and it fell intermittently until midnight, and the air on the street became better after the rain, but the corresponding rancid smell was stronger.

Towards the wee hours of the morning, a gust of wind blew crackling the half-drawn windows hanging outside, and the eaves were full of mildew, all wet by the rain, and could not be seen in the mud.

Before the sun had risen, Gorando opened his eyes.

Voices began to emerge in the slums, and Golando pricked up his ears to listen carefully, all of which were unnutritious conversations.

The paupers here had not drunk water for a long time, and their voices sounded hoarse like broken bellows, like someone slicing hard bones with a rusty knife, and the sound it made was like the whispers of demons.

After lying on the floor all night, with aches all over his body, Golando sat up and stretched, pulled the robe that had been laid on the floor as a sheet, and walked to the only window in the room.

Poking his head out of the window, Golando took a closer look at the terrain of the area.

There was a gutter filled with sewage under the window, and there were rotten vegetable leaves and a ripped woman's underwear.

Golando looked up at the layer above his head, where he could see a sign with crooked handwriting.

The name of the signboard is "Enchanting Silent Night", and the silhouette of a female body is drawn next to it, and its meaning is self-evident.

It turns out that Tony is also doing this kind of business.

With a sneer, Gorando looked elsewhere.

The room where Tony had them stay was on the first floor of the big house, and although there were no lying paupers outside the room, they could still see the big men who walked around like patrols from time to time.

Golando called a big man over, condensed a water balloon and sent it over, so that the big man moistened his tongue, and then said straight to the point: "I want to ask for some information." ”

The big man was also very knowledgeable, with a look of "you just ask".

"My brother and I are from the north." Golando deliberately said the opposite direction they were coming from, "So I don't know much about the situation here, so I want to ask...... The water element factor in the south is so abundant, why don't you go to the south to find water? ”

The big man stared at Golando for a long time, and when he saw that Gorando looked normal and did not seem to be lying (Gorando: hehe), he replied truthfully: "It is the territory of evil spirits, and even if there is a water source, it has been infected, and if you drink it, you will become a companion of evil spirits." ”

It was the first time for Golando to hear the name "evil ghost", and he couldn't help but care about it, but when he heard the tone of the big man's words, he seemed to have a feeling of "you should understand it when you talked about it", and it was not easy to ask in depth.

- The people in the Judicial Division cannot be suspicious, but they can go to other poor people.

At least he caught a clue called "evil ghost" through the big man, confirming last night's judgment.

When the sun rises, the rain on the streets evaporates into the air, and the temperature rises slightly.

Golando pushed Tyranoye's head and whispered in his ear, "Little master, get up, the sun is on your ass." ”

Ronoye frowned two good-looking brows, and hummed something as if he hadn't woken up.

Golando laughed, didn't he say that he didn't get in bed?

He raised his voice and said, "Master Amphilos, Tutor Beirut wants to talk to you about your skipping class this morning. ”

The effect of this sentence was so effective that Ronoye opened his eyes almost immediately, and he screamed in fright at the sight of Gorando's face.

Golando touched his face stupidly, there were no wounds or stains, as handsome and handsome as ever, where was it scary?

Ronoye stroked his chest and half-leaned on the pillow for a while, gasping for breath, and whispered, "It was a good dream......"

"What dream?" Golando asked.

"No, nothing." Ronoye flickered.

At Golando's urging, he got out of bed and put on the black robes of the Inquisition, and just as Tony's men came to pick them up, the two of them left the room where they had stayed overnight.

In order to escape the rain, the poor people on the street crowded in a very awkward position in the gutter and the alley with the eaves above, and Ronoye was very unbearable to see it, and several times wanted to stop.

Every time Golando sensed Ronoye's movements, he would cough lightly to regain Ronoye's attention, allowing him to follow the person leading the way in front of him.

No matter how much you see, you can't change the fate of those people now, so it's better to settle yourself first.

……

The house that Tony allotted to Gorando and Ronoye was very close to Tony's house, almost a few shops away.

There were some simple household items in the house, and to Gorando's delight, there was also a stove for cooking, which was a bonus.

There were some potatoes and wilted vegetables in the sack at the door, enough for two people to eat for half a month.

Golando took a few potatoes and a handful of vegetables, and simmered them on the stove for breakfast.

"You know how to cook?"

Ronoye asked, standing next to Gorando.

Gorando's movements are very skillful, and he can see that he is by no means making up and selling.

"What, is the little master here to help?" Golando quipped.

Unexpectedly, Ronoye readily agreed: "Okay, what can I do for you?" ”

Golando blinked at Ronoye for a moment, then pointed to the potatoes: "Just peel those potatoes with a knife." ”

Ronoye hesitantly picked up the kitchen knife on the board.

"If you're afraid of hurting your hands, just go to the table and wait." Golando added.

Ronoye shook his head, his eyes firm: "No, I can." ”

He stared at the potatoes as if he were on a magic exam, figuring out what to do with it.

Golando had planned to instruct Ronoye a few words, but when he saw that the other party was so serious, he was embarrassed to disturb him.

He thought a little darkly: Let the little master figure it out by himself, so that he can better understand the hardships of life.

However, the result of Ronoyer's own pondering is ...... The little young master's delicate hands had eight more bloody wounds, and a few potatoes were cut indecently, so ugly that dogs didn't bother to take a look.

Golando tore off the corner of his shirt and bandaged Ronoye, feeling a little sad in his heart, but fortunately, the little master was strong enough, and he didn't say anything when his hand became like this, but he apologized to Golando in shame: "I'm sorry, I didn't cut it well." ”

"It's okay, you look much better than the first time I took the knife." Golando reassured.

Ronoyer, of course, didn't believe it, but he was still happy.

Golando lowered his head and wrapped the "bandage" around the young master, and Ronoye looked at the back of Golando's head openly, tracing the hair on the top of Golando's head with his eyes.

Golando's hair is thicker and harder, but it is better than jet black and thick, and although the hairstyle is messy, it is also very suitable for his character, Ronoye just watched like this, and saw Golando wrap both of his hands well.

Gorando looked at his masterpiece with his chin and nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's eat." ”

Ronoye looked at Golando's bandaged hands and was surprised to find that Golando still had the talent to take care of the wounded.

When Ronoye mentioned this to Golando, Golando smiled mysteriously: "It is true that the wounded are often taken care of. ”

It's just that the wounded man is himself.

When the meal was served, Ronoye thought he would be able to eat a delicious meal, but a spoonful of it did not go as he wanted.

Golando does look good when he cooks, but what is the finished product...... It doesn't taste very good.

Golando grinned, following the tone of the man yesterday and said, "Hey, it's nice to have some." ”

"Hmm." Ronoye swallowed the vegetable mashed potatoes in his mouth, and lifted the corners of his mouth slightly.

Golando took in Ronoye's smile and felt a little flashing in front of him.

He remembered a sentence he had seen in his previous life, as if it was "rough clothes and messy hair does not hide the national color", although it was a bit of a pity to describe the little young master in words to describe a woman, but at this moment, this sentence was extremely appropriate.

Ronoyer's smile is so beautiful that people don't even think about jealousy, only endless compliments.

……

After eating breakfast, which can be regarded as making up for the loss of body loss from not sleeping well last night, the two took advantage of the sunshine outside to come to the slum street and began to look for the object of inquiry.

The people looked so respectful that they did not dare to lie, and even though the questions they asked surprised them, the poor people answered them in as much detail as they could.

After a day of half-deceived work, the two successfully obtained the following information:

First, the Demons are zombie-like monsters that eat human flesh and attack villages and towns on the third day of the week, spending the rest of the time in the ruins.

Second, demons are all made by humans, and they eat people who have signs of illness.

Thirdly, only drinking the black water rewarded by the Judgment Cult can suppress the disease, so the poor people here all believe in the Judgment Religion without exception.

Why the Inquisition Division became the Inquisition Cult is not mentioned for the time being, but the point is that it was Sunday when Gorando teleported, and there were only two days left before the demons attacked the slums.

Golando slowly let out a sigh of relief as he mentally compiled the information he had gained throughout the day.

Let him see the true face of the demon.