The capital of Irve, which gradually entered the rainy season, is more humid and gloomy than elsewhere, not just because it is easier to get close to the rain when it is built on high places.

"It's really annoying...this rain." Crodia's face was as gloomy as the sky. He began to miss his hometown, the Pope, a place where all seasons are like spring and rarely rained. This is also the reason why he hates this season to the southern country. Of course, it is a different matter like the Asian Republic where the rain falls in the blink of an eye.

Since contacting Binglu to confirm that the students were going well, Crodia wandered around the palace just like other teachers. In the first two or three days, he could still go to the streets. Gradually, no matter how many times he planned to go to the city, he was always stopped by the guards standing guard at the door of the palace on the grounds that "the streets are a bit messy recently. Please stay in the palace for the sake of the safety of the adults. Please wait until the matter is resolved and you will take action freely."

Crodia didn't find it strange. No matter how confidential the things that happened in the palace were, they would always reveal a little bit of the news, and then the more they spread, it became more and more mysterious. So many rumors came about, but what made Crodia uneasy was that no matter how chaotic it was, it was not as good as they could not leave the palace, right? Moreover, there was a demon who had never met before in the next room (he guessed that the dove used for contact was also released by him). So Crodia threatened the soldiers standing guard to give way to him with the power of the Pope. This move really worked, and the soldiers who were responsible would no longer block it.

The teachers who were so anxious that they simply went out to have some breathing together. After all, life in the palace is too boring. In addition to the orderly schedule, complicated etiquette and extremely exquisite high-end dishes that are boring, the whole day of open and secret struggles in the palace have become more and more serious recently, which is really unbearable. The king has also relapsed in recent days. He will temporarily hand over the government to the prime minister and the eldest prince Pashu.

However, the street is not much better. The prosperity I saw a few days ago seemed to be illusion. Now it is full of depression, and patrol teams pass by them from time to time.

In addition to some necessary stores, there are doors left, and most of them are locked. However, even if the door is open, these stores are deserted. Occasionally, a few housewives are bargaining with the boss. Until the boss overwhelms the price, a few people will buy a little.

"This business is really hard to do..." The vegetable stall vendor who just sold things sighed, "The vegetables that originally sold five copper plates are now barely bought by two copper plates. Recently, the tax has increased by 10%. How do people live?"

Copper plates are the smallest denomination value among the common currencies in this world. One thousand five hundred copper plates are exchanged for ten silver coins, and ten silver coins can be exchanged for one gold coins. One gold coins is enough for an ordinary family to spend more than half a year.

"Isn't that?" The peddler who was resting next to him agreed.

Crodia turned her head and stopped listening to their conversation, but just accelerated her pace. He didn't hear the sound of the teacher calling him behind him.

When he passed through countless streets, bypassed unknown alleys, and came to his senses, Crodia suddenly realized that he was parked on a small street with many simple sheds. There were lush weeds left on the street, which could not hide the traces of being abandoned. Now there is only a few more anger here.

The street was full of garbage, and the rain barely washed away the rotten and smelly smell, leaving muddy stains on the street.

"Slum".

This is how everyone in the world calls the environment in which those extremely poor people live. Such streets can be seen in any country. They are dirty, runny and dragged with shriveled yellow bodies and chase each other over Crodia. The splashes of water wet the corners of Crodia's clothes. A few of them will stop, look at Crodia curiously with their big eyes, and then run away without any matter.

"It's... here again." Crodia murmured to herself, her eyes staying on a broken glass window on the second floor of the dilapidated house.

Crodia went straight up the stairs and waited until the rain could not drip himself, then put away the umbrella in her hand. The water on the umbrella fell on the dry ground, and the footsteps of Crodia stepping on the iron ladder, rhythmically reminding the sound of "ding ding dong dong". When approaching, guests were coming to the room where guests could feel a hint of heat.

"Uncle Crodia? Is it you?" The door was pushed open suddenly, and a delicate young man pushed the door open by a tall and thin man, and asked happily.

The young man had flax-colored hair, fair skin, and a strong figure. The only shortcoming was his eyes that were unhappy. The young man wiped his hands on his apron, and the black stains on his hands did not completely fall off. Crodia held these hands without any disdain, and the calluses on his hands seemed to have added new things.

Three people walked out of the room. They seemed to be about the same age as last year. They greeted Crodia one by one and asked him to come into the room and sit down.

This small blacksmith shop is where they live. It is specially used to make some living utensils and sell them. There is still a trace of heat left in the house. The iron stove in this room was used probably not long ago.

"Are you okay recently?" Crodia asked, and the young man with flax hair groped and sat down: "Don't worry, uncle, although it's a little hard work, it's still acceptable. It's just... Father and the others, oh, no, the king... what's going on in the palace now? I heard that the palace is not peaceful recently."

Crodia frowned.

A young man with bronze skin respectfully handed Crodia the tea cup with a very rough workmanship: "Ah! Uncle, don't mind, Snow didn't ask this intentionally. We all know that as illegitimate children, we have no right to interfere in national affairs, so..."
Chapter completed!