Chapter 227 – Chapter 227 ― Reaching Out to the Hungry (3)
Episode 227 ― Unleash the Devil’s Hand on the Hungry (3)
There is a bottom that is more than what is considered a bottom.
Roan lives a splendid life and is respected more noble than anyone here, but he also lived looking at the bottom where he originally lived. So Roan thought he knew what a miserable life was like.
However, the floor in modern times, where human rights and a minimum standard of living were guaranteed, seemed splendid compared to that in a world where classes were divided and there was no concept of human rights.
After leaving the alley of the inn, which Roan thought was shabby, they started heading towards a darker, narrower, and smellier place.
A wall made of leftover wood and stone fragments stands precariously. Countless shacks, and people living in filthy tents on the edges of which are hard to even call a roof, barely obscuring the sky, and a few furnishings that look like garbage lined up on the ground.
A place where the smell of poorly disposed filth and filth wafts, and where the capital’s darkest complexion gathers hopelessly.
It’s slum
“Gee, we really stand out.”
Fiora smiled and whispered to Roan.
Occasionally, the old people squatting in the alley, the women looking out of the tiny windows between the crumbling houses, the children standing against the walls looking at them with fearful and curious eyes.
He was staring at Roan and Fiora, who were dressed inappropriately for this cramped shantytown, with amazement.
“Isn’t this place uncomfortable?”
Urtellia looked at Roan.
How dare she drag His Majesty to such a shabby place.
Urtellia bit her lip.
Even if the emperor of the demon tribe is a person without hesitation, it’s too much!
What if he was the king of humans.
In the first place, it is impossible for someone to intervene in a conversation with the king.
Even if you make a concession there,
It is dangerous in many ways to take the king to such a stinky and scathing place.
King, I can say it’s okay out of curiosity, to be a little generous, but
Judgment should be known by the people below.
So, Urtellia was quite surprised.
Not only that arrogant-looking woman, but even His Majesty was not surprised at such a place and was walking along with Anmut and the guide without hesitation.
“In such a mess… Your clothes will get dirty.”
Urtellia asked Roan with a worried look. However, Roan diligently followed the people in front of him and answered.
“Okay. Things like clothes. Isn’t that person Anmut’s acquaintance? If an acquaintance gets into trouble, Anmut would have wanted to help too.”
“That…”
Urtellia bit her mouth tightly.
Like holding back your anger for a while.
“Even though that’s not something Anmut can solve, that guy.”
Her light brown eyes were colored with complex emotions. Roan’s expression was as insensitive as usual, but his voice was soft.
“It is his blessing to be able to take care of someone. Don’t be too bookish Perhaps his benevolence will return one day.”
Urtellia looked back at the emperor for a moment.
Such a full and warm sound.
Thoughts of rebelling against her emperor’s words leapt to her, but she shut her mouth.
That’s not wrong.
If you just ask if it’s okay or not,
I don’t think a mercenary can afford that.
So, instead of answering her, Urtellia lightly snorted.
“Here.”
Deep in the shanty town.
There was a staircase leading to the basement.
Anmut and Roan, who were both big, had to go down the stairs with their bodies huddled together. There was a faint light in the darkness at the end of the stairs, but it was still invisible.
Roan, who turned on ‘detection’, was a little surprised.
The space was bigger than I thought, and there were a lot of people.
Gradually, as my eyes got used to the faint candlelight in the darkness, I began to see the people inside.
As soon as I entered the stairs, I felt the sick and the smell of blood. Yurtalia, who had already been holding her nose since then, muttered something of her own as if her head hurt, and cast her spell.
Anmut, who could see into the darkness relatively better than Roan, sat down next to the people lying on the floor. Roan looked down at them.
Two seriously wounded.
Someone’s arm was so tattered that it fell off, and someone was stabbed in the stomach. A piece of dirty cloth pressed the area like a bandage, but the cloth was already stained with blood and could not fulfill its role.
“What happened?”
Around fifteen people surrounded it.
Among them were some with minor injuries.
Everyone was haggard, but
Their clothes were somewhat cleaner than those in the slums.
One of them answered Anmut’s question.
“I was caught by the Knights of the Capital while I was running away.”
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room turned dark.
It must have been bad news.
Someone else took over.
“I barely got away with it, but like this…”
And they are only looking at Anmut.
“Ha, I did that…”
Standing behind Roan and Fiora, Urtellia gnashed her teeth. Because he knew what Anmut would do in the future.
Anmut nodded and opened the pouch on his waist.
What came out of it was a potion bottle.
Roan had heard from Helen about the value of that potion. It takes skill to attach the power of prayer, the power of magic, to something. So the price is also expensive.
Of course, it’s cheaper than the price of a mercenary’s life, but a few silver coins per bottle. People living in these slums have never touched anything in their lifetime. But Anmut did not hesitate and took out his bottle.
Roan stopped Anmut from opening the bottle.
“Anmut.”
Everyone looked at Roan in amazement.
Blue eyes shining brightly in the dark turned to Roan.
“I will treat one.”
The blue eyes widened even more.
But Roan had already stopped looking at him and crouched beside the patient on the right.
A whisper spread among those who surrounded him.
Priest?
Are you noble? Attire…
Who is it?
About two weeks had passed since his holy power hit the bottom, and his strength had recovered by more than half. Heal magic is enough to save one seriously injured person.
When the blood-soaked cloth was removed, blood leaked from it.
The wound was so deep and large that she could not stop the bleeding. The faces of those already lying down are as white as a sheet of paper.
Roan put his hand on his wound.
Miraculous power.
A magic that returns a life that Bondi cannot live back to him.
A kind and warm light shone softly under Roan’s hand.
“This power… ?”
The one who sat helplessly in the corner and stared helplessly at the people lying down staggered to his feet. But no matter who is shocked, no matter who shouts. Roan continued the treatment silently.
The magical abilities and skills of this world grow distinctly the more they are used. Roan’s divine magic was more polished than when he met Anmut and Urtellia in the forest and healed the merchants.
Treat greater risks with less force,
As he intends, the power is sharply concentrated.
When Roan finally let go of the patient, the consumed holy power was significantly less than before.
A small smile appeared on Roan’s face.
Also, he grew up.
A smile appeared on Fiora’s face when she noticed that. Because Roan is a proud friend, disciple, and lover.
Roan, who listened in silence and checked the breath of the person I treated, stood up quietly. Anmut’s treatment has just finished.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
“Thanks…”
But before Anmut could finish his words,
People around them hurriedly rushed towards Roan and Anmut.
“Thank you, thank you!”
“He is a benefactor.”
“Are you a priest?! This ability…”
It was one of the two men sitting at the table in the far back that cleared up the market-floor buzz.
Even in a low tone, his voice was full of relief.
“Thank you, Anmut. And an unknown benefactor.”
Hearing his words, the murmurs became quiet. I guess that person is the leader.
Of all the people in this rock cave, he was the most well-rounded and well-behaved.
The man who walked out from inside held out her hand to Roan.
“This is Lennart. Thank you.”
“It’s Aisen.”
Even though he had heard of Ha Dae in his first meeting, Lennart did not react in any way. He instinctively recognized that Roan was in the right position.
He was sitting inside with another person watching Roan’s treatment.
Seeing the movements, Roan decided.
This guy is also a swordsman.
What was strange was the fact that the person sitting at the table with him felt holy power. Like Roan not too long ago, it was the holy power that slithered close to the floor. It’s like you’re on the verge of exhaustion.
What is this place, why are these people gathered here? But you deserve to ask. Anyway, with this, Roan owed a debt to Anmut and to those who did not know who he was.
“Now, let’s listen to the explanation.”
Lennart nodded, and the people surrounding the patients carefully moved them into an inner room.
Someone brought a chest with an embarrassing name for a chair. Roan sat down opposite Lennart, and Fiora laughed and declined the chair before standing behind Roan. Like an escort knight.
Anmut sat down on the ground casually. His chair was occupied by Urtellia.
Lennart, who sat across from Roan, stared blankly at Fiora for a moment, but he quickly regained his sharp expression and began to explain.
“We are people who have been unfairly framed for some reason. Because of this, I am being chased by the soldiers of the capital, and I have come to hide in places like this.”
“What is the reason?”
At Roan’s question, Rennart stared at Anmut. But Anmut nodded his head. In the sense that this person can be trusted.
Rennart, who stared at Anmut for a moment, opened his mouth.
“We have been accused of treason. So hide. This happened because we were discovered by those pursuing us while we were moving in secret.”
“Treason. Were you going to start a revolution?”
At Roan’s words, Rennart’s eyes shone strangely.
“It is a nonsense story. It’s half a treason. In the first place, we are not even people who can do that. Isn’t treason something that only those who are backed by power and wealth can commit?”
That statement is logically correct.
What kind of rebellion can those who have to take the seriously injured to the temple or ask for help because they can’t help it?
There is no force, no money, no power.
In order for ordinary people to commit rebellion properly, it will be difficult unless thousands and thousands of people gather and plan to overthrow the state.
Besides, the word treason is very ambiguous.
So it’s a good excuse to use in the royal family.
What are you against?
Nation? King? Royal household?
A word that can become an earring, nose ring, or necklace if attached anywhere.
However, even with this short conversation, Roan was able to grasp several things.
Hearing Lennart’s words, Yurtellia began to fidget about her — although, of course, she was just sitting on top of the crate and wiggling her legs as usual —.
Anmut’s short tail moved once nervously as if nervous.
The words that came out of his mouth were absolutely false.
This person seems to be a person who makes things bigger than he looks.
A traitor hiding in a cave.
“Whether or not you really intend to rebel has nothing to do with me. Lennart. Because I don’t have to worry about my sins on this earth.”
Rennart raised his eyes wide.
Roan could feel the tension of people everywhere.
If this is true, then Anmut is pushing his toe into something rather outrageous.
That’s why Urtellia stopped Anmut from the pole.
Treason. What did you do to be accused of such a crime in this Merde? I got interested.
However, Anmut, who had done such a great job, looked at the conversation between Roan and Lennart with a relaxed attitude, as if he had become a third party to him.
Roan is the king of the enemy country.
Traitor could be one of the good chess pieces for Roan.
So, hey, he was making an expression like that of a big dog that had picked up a branch from a nice tree in the middle of the mountain.
“But at least to get an idea of what my friends and I might get into, we’d better get some back-and-forth. I’m not going to say that what I’ve done isn’t worth it.”
Roan slowly intertwined and placed his hand on his lap. Lennart, who was looking at it, opened his mouth.
