"What!? Burn this place? Are you wrong?" When the government sent people to read out the latest decision, the slums instantly boiled, angry, and dissatisfied in an instant to surround them.

"All of all, this is something that has been decided. No matter what you do, it is useless! Get ready!" I didn't want to stay in such a place that may be infected with diseases at any time for a minute, so I rushed out of the crowd and got into the carriage and left.

Soon after, Snow's airy cottage was packed with overwhelmed.

Snow is the king's illegitimate child, which is an open secret in the slums. I don't know who spread it. Although everyone doesn't say it out loud, it's just that at this moment, Snow has become the expectation of the people here.

"What should I do to hide in the room is not a solution." Snow frowned. Although he couldn't see it, he knew very well that Jessica and the others were at a loss.

"Anyway, go find those adults first and let them think of a solution." Finally, Jessica suggested.

Although they have the blood of the upper class, the four of them completely live the lives of ordinary people and have no right to interfere in the affairs of this country. The only channel is the officials who told them about their life experiences.

So, when the night was late, Jessica and Hassan quietly visited the people who helped them, but their answers did not even have the comforting elements: "It's impossible. Now we can't protect ourselves, so how dare we give suggestions?"

"So, can't we really do nothing?" Mormon, who heard the reply, couldn't help but roar. Behind him was a nearly withered tree, and under the tree were three small mounds of soil, all of which were still very new.

It was a tomb, belonging to Mormon's family. The bricks in front of the tomb were engraved with their names crookedly. Mormon stayed here for a long time every day.

The silence between Jessica and Hassan was cold, as cold as the body temperature of a person lying in a grave, mixed with the wind at night, and was so cold.

The slum finally ended its history in a fire, taking away nearly tens of thousands of lives.

Those were all people suffering from inadvertent infectious diseases. In the fire, they could only hear their screams, and the scent of the protein that floated out was burning, which made people cry. In the sky, the unseen black smoke was a passage to send countless unjust souls to the country of the deceased.

"It's really unfair. You must be thinking that way, right?" Amid the cries, I don't know who said such words brought back the four young men who were staring blankly at the scene in front of me back to reality.

It was a man wearing a mask and no one knew him.

If Jessica hadn't spoken with him at that time, maybe the people here would have lived a different life: "Who do you think you are, here to speak out."

"I'm just a mere businessman. I don't dare to say anything, but you didn't deny what I said just now, right?" The man smiled strangely and continued, "It's just an ordinary person who has never done anything bad, but he doesn't even have a place to live. His family and friends are still suffering, but he can't even get help, and his life is still taken away. He's clearly he has the blood of a noble or even a royal family, but he can't do anything about it..."

The so-called businessman's words seemed to have magic. Jessica and others clearly felt a certain emotion slowly coming to their hearts, and gradually swallowed up the curiosity that he had about why this person knew his life experience and even thought, and could not resist and could not get rid of it.

"So what, after all, we can't do anything, right?" Mormon turned around and looked at the ruthless fire in front of him. There was also the grave of his family, but now there was nothing left.

"It's okay, I can help you," the merchant took out a small object from his cloak and handed it to these young people, with a metallic luster on it. "This is the power of battle. Although I only brought one today, if you want, I can find a way to get more. You can also ask for other weapons, and these are completely free."

Jessica looked at this ordinary thing and responded with a sneer, but after seeing the merchant demonstrating how to use it, she was moved, even Mormon and Hassan.

So, despite Snow's advice, the three began to recruit trustworthy people to form an armed group of incompetent people, and took the weapons they obtained from the merchants and started to rob the rich and help the poor, until the current situation.

The reason why Snow was never willing to use the things provided by the merchant of unknown origin was not only distrust, but more importantly, the conditions for activate those weapons were to pay a certain amount of vitality.

The biggest difference between ordinary people and practitioners is that they have no talent for practicing magic or fighting spirit since they are born. No matter how hard they work, it is useless. It is like a functional area in the brain. Some people are born awakening, while others do not.
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