My nemesis tempts me every day

Golando led Ronoye to bypass the lying body and walk against the damp wall. The blood of unknown creatures remained on the cracked floor and the mud that hadn't dried out after the heavy rain washed them away. The journey has added a little trouble.

The shops and houses along the way were either closed or abandoned long ago. The people lying on the ground just lazily looked up at them when the two passed by. up.

"Why are they sleeping on the ground...?" Ronoye tugged on Lagolando's sleeve and asked.

"There is not enough food, so we can only save energy in this way." Glando said.

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

Gorlando: "They dare not."

Ronoye was taken aback: "Huh?"

Gorlando raised his chin towards a few nearby people who were more relaxed: "Did you see those big guys?"

Ronoye nodded in bewilderment.

All the big men that Gorlando showed him were sleeping outside empty houses.

"Are those people guarding the gate?" Ronoye asked Golando.

Gorlando didn't comment, but just said lightly: "The poor people also have ranks and grades. If you want to rise to the next level, you have to rely on this..." Glando gestured his fist, "Either you rely on money .”

Without waiting for Ronoye to ask again, he continued: "The most powerful person in the slums will be recognized as the leader of this area, and there will be smaller leaders under the bigger ones, just like The big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat shrimp, and their role is to maintain order in the slums, and trade with other slums by the way, so as to reduce unnecessary struggle, disease and death."

The young master looked confused: "Then... how do you live in the room?"

Gorlando raised his eyebrows: "As long as you can find something valuable or offer food, you will be eligible to live in the room without being exposed to the sun and rain. Of course, there is a time limit."

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

As if to enliven the atmosphere, Gorlando changed his tone and said in a relaxed tone: "When I was a child, I was often beaten with a black nose and a swollen face, and my face was colorful like a clown, so I used that face to go to crowded places." Singing and dancing like a real clown in a little shop, I really got a lot of rewards, and with those rewards to buy a few breads, I can extend my life for another week."

His tone didn't sound like he was narrating the real past, but rather like telling a fabricated story out of thin air.

But Ronoye was shocked when he heard it.

Sure enough...he had never really understood the lowest level of the empire, and he only heard about the shocking life of the poor, and even took it for granted that he was ashamed in front of Glando.

Say something to bring the poor out of poverty, say something to protect them and give them happiness...

The plausible words at the beginning seemed to be still echoing in his ears, how much his naive words were too much!

Ronoye felt ashamed to face Golando.

Seeing that Ronoye was silent, Gorlando patted Ronoye's head: "Come on, let's rent a room first."

Ronoye looked at Golando in surprise: "Do you know where the leader of this area is?"

Gorlando looked up at the sun that was about to disappear below the horizon, narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course the boss lives in the best room in this area, and the poorest near the best room must be the least."

After saying that, he took the young master's hand without hesitation and walked away.

Gorlando found his way among the complex dwellings, as if he was born to live here.

If the slums are sandy land, he is a mole with a keen sense of smell. Even if his eyes are covered, he can find the right destination just by the smell here.

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

He stared at Golando from surprise to reverence. Since arriving here, Golando has been constantly refreshing his cognition, and Golando's image has gradually become three-dimensional.

When they were still rivals, Ronoye thought that Golando was an unlearned person.

After turning from a rival to a contractor, Ronoye discovered that there were many stories hidden behind Golando.

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

And now... the more "survival" skills Golando showed, the more pain Ronoye felt in his heart.

He stared at Golando's back in a daze, and saw that the two protruding shoulder blades protruded from the outside of his clothes.

This shoulder cannot be called broad, and it is a compliment to say that it is solid, but Ronoye has the illusion that Golando's back and his father's back that he saw when he was a child are slowly overlapping.

——This is the back of the hero.

——The back view of heroes who fight for survival, for honor, for anything that matters.

While Ronoye was wandering, Gorlando had already found out the position of the "boss".

The houses in front of them were larger and taller than the others, and the big men guarding the door were all dressed upright and stood upright, which made them look different.

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

"Hey, buddy." He approached a big guy with a congenial smile.

The big man looked him up and down, and asked suspiciously, "I haven't seen you before, aren't you from here?"

"There are always various reasons for this." Glando showed the big man the clothes that were soiled by the gravel.

The big man rubbed a corner of his clothes 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, "Are you still a magician?"

Golando just kept a smile on his face.

"Hmph, go in." The big man waved his hand, "A magician can get much better treatment than us, and we may have to rely on you to take care of us in the future."

"Sure." Gorlando also waved his hand.

Lifting the curtain at the door and entering the inside of the house, Gorlando met the local "boss".

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

But Golando immediately recognized the origin of the black clothes—it was the uniform of the Inquisitor!

Gorlando hesitated for half a second.

The big man at the door obviously didn't recognize him. Even if this is the site of the Judiciary, the higher ups probably don't know that he and Ronnoye were sent here, so they should be safe for now.

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

The man cut to the chase and asked in a rough voice, "Your name?"

As soon as he spoke, he smelled of alcohol.

Gorlando's eyebrows twitched slightly.Able to drink, it seems that this "boss" is doing well.

"George Felix."

Gorlando forged a name.

"Ah."

The man sneered, and ordered someone to write down the name in the Golando newspaper on a piece of paper.

"Do you have any family members?"

Gorlando replied without thinking: "I have a brother who is two years younger than me, named Hall."

The other information is irrelevant, and Gorlando made a lot of nonsense, anyway, he has a good memory.

After writing a piece of paper, the man asked Gorlando to sign his name on the paper. When signing, Gorlando noticed that the pen used by the man was not a magic pen but a quill that needed ink support.

How well treated is this slum?

Golando was shocked for the first time since the teleportation.

Even supplies that cannot be provided by everyone in the Royal Academy of Magic, are actually high-street goods here?What are you kidding.

Gorlando doubted his eyes, and took a few more deliberate glances. There was no mistake, it was the quill.

How strange...

"What are you moaning about?"

The bald man knocked impatiently on the table.

"Oh, sorry."

Gorlando hurriedly finished signing and returned the pen to the man.

"Okay, take what you want to offer me." The man spread his rough palms.

But Golando offered nothing.

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

Gorlando took out the staff without haste.

The man's expression was serious: "Are you a magician?"

Glando used one of the most basic water magic, and then introduced: "I am a three-star water magician."

For the sake of caution, he said the level of a bad street, while concealing the other three departments.

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

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

"Okay!" The man clapped his hands with a happy expression. "It's great that you are here. We lack water and fire here, and we need magicians like you!"

He got up from his seat and made a gesture to shake hands with Golando. Golando stretched out his hand, showing no strange expression under the man's test-like strength.

Satisfied, the man embraced Golando's shoulders and compared himself with his thumbs: "My name is Tony, a sixth-level judge, you will stay with me today, and I will clean your new home tomorrow, and then I will take you Go take the title."

Tony's words contained a lot of information that Gorlando didn't understand, but his subconscious told him that he couldn't show that he didn't know at this time.

So he smiled politely, letting Tony's iron-like arms wrap around his neck.

After a while, Tony's people brought in Ronoye, who was waiting outside, and Tony gave two sets of black uniforms of judges to Golando and Ronoye—the most common kind, and then asked someone to put them on They delivered a clean room.

The room contained a bed and an empty chest with a loaf of bread in a broken basket on the bed.

The person who brought them in saw that they were not sallow and emaciated like nobles, so he deliberately explained: "There are only so few foods to eat during special times, and some are good, so don't pick them."

Gorlando said thank you to the man, who was stunned for a moment.

After closing the door, Gorlando took off the smile that had been hanging on his face.

There was a moment of unknown emotion rolling in his two black eyes, and then he turned his head and said to Ronoye: "Young master, this time we have penetrated into the enemy's interior."

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