Shirley walked up to Beta, and asked suspiciously, "Master, what is the Son of Gold?"
Greenton knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and immediately pretended that he hadn't heard anything, and lowered his head to drink the fruit wine. And Beta had never seen any big scenes, he pointed to his hair warily, and said, "People with hair color like mine are collectively called sons of gold, and so are you."
Shirley snorted, but didn't ask any further questions, and didn't know whether she believed it or not.
After dealing with Shirley's question, Beta asked: "Where is the largest slum in your Tonggu City? Also, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
"The largest slum area is in the North District. I will let the soldiers take you there in a while." Greenton thought for a while and said, "The only thing you need to pay attention to is time. You won't have much time left. I think At most, it will only be three months. After three months, believers of other gods will definitely come to preach, and then I can't always favor you, so you have to find a way to settle those competitors."
Beta nodded in understanding.
"Of course, although the Bronze Drum City is under my control, where there is light, there must be darkness." Greenton said helplessly: "You will definitely encounter a lot of trouble in the process of preaching. But I understand, Those are minor problems at best. I just hope that when you deal with those problems, you will be more gentle and not exaggerated like in a dream. After all, this is the territory of our Zell family. I don't want this place to become a mess of ruins. "
Beta laughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed. In the game, after he obtained the territory from the royal family, he encountered a lot of troubles. A lot of surrounding nobles aimed at him openly and secretly. As a result, he brought his own knights, and then called the f6 members, and pushed them over wave after wave, killing all directions, maiming the surrounding nobles and crying The whole world knows that Hollevin has a madman lord.
Greenton was a member of the Knights in the dream. At that time, I felt that such a happy and enmity life was very refreshing. But now that he is the lord, if Beta is making such a fuss in his territory, he will feel dizzy just thinking about it. Once the sons of gold go crazy, it is definitely not a level that ordinary people can bear. After all, they even dare to kill the gods, and there is nothing they dare not do.
Then the two chatted for a while, and Beta took Shirley away.
Greenton is in his study. Take out a book with pictures of various gods on it. He turned to the page of the Goddess Woking. Stared at it for a while, then closed it heavily, and then let go of the bookcase. Then he rang the golden bell, and when the steward came in, he ordered: "Within one month, help me transfer 30% of the gold coins from various businesses in the family and put them in my underground storage room."
The housekeeper was a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid of separating the family, and there are other clan members who don't want to."
"I'll give you a team of soldiers." Greenton's gentle face rarely showed some iron and blood: "If someone is unwilling, you beat them. Beat them until they are willing."
A happy smile appeared on the butler's face: "Master, I am happy to serve you."
On the other side, under the leadership of soldiers, Beta and Shirley came to the slum area in the corner of North City. The soldiers left after taking them away from the entrance of the favela. When he left, the soldier was still reluctant to leave, and looked back at Shirley's back from time to time.
The two stayed at the entrance of the slum. Before I got really close to the past, I could smell a strange smell. The smell is disgusting, the sour smell of swill is mixed with the foul smell of feces.
As a divine creature, Shirley naturally disliked the smell, so she immediately cast a 'cleaning magic' to envelop the two of them.
Then the air they came into contact with instantly became fresh.
"What a scary place." Shirley patted her chest. There was a burst of waves: "It's the first time I smell such a disgusting smell."
But Beta said suddenly: "You should have been created by the goddess not long ago. It's normal to smell this kind of smell for the first time."
"That's right." Shirley suddenly realized: "Because I have a lot of knowledge in my head, I always think that I have lived for a long time."
From this sentence, Beta confirmed that Shirley was a creature temporarily created by the goddess. This deepened his view of the gods. Just creating creatures is not uncommon, but after creating creatures, she can have a complete sense of the world and profound knowledge. It's not that simple. From another perspective, if Goddess Wojin is powerful enough, and she creates a large number of divine beings at one time, and then releases them into the human world, wouldn't it be easy to win the holy war.
But why is Goddess Woking unwilling to do this
If Woking is due to lack of strength, what about the other gods
Could it be that there are great restrictions on creating divine creatures? Doubts arose in Beta's heart, and he suddenly remembered that the angels under the goddess of light seemed to be all divine creatures, but the ones who were more famous, or more powerful, were those few. And they can't come to the human world casually, even if they come down, they have to go back soon.
But why Shirley can
Thinking of this question, Beta couldn't help staring at Shirley.
Shirley felt Beta's gaze, and then returned him with a sweet and coquettish smile.
At this moment, Beta seemed to see the goddess Woking standing in front of her.
There were some guesses in his heart, but Beta didn't say it. He stepped into the entrance of the alley, as long as he stepped into this place, there was another world inside, the world of the poor.
Compared with the slums in Winterwind City or Wangcheng, the poor here seem a little more energetic.
Whether it was Dongfeng City or the slums of Wangcheng, what Beta saw were the insensitive people. There was no life, no hope, no ambition or desire in their eyes.
Ambition and desire are derogatory terms, but in many cases, they are the driving force for a person to make progress. If a person does not have even a trace of ambition and desire, then he is no different from an animal.
However, the people in this slum area still have some light in their eyes, and they can tell by looking at them that they still have some hope for life.
Wangcheng, as well as the poor people in Dongfeng City, prefer to sit on both sides of the dilapidated road and bask in the sun, living a day and a day. Really hungry, they will rob, steal, and even eat human flesh, no different from beasts.
But here, Beta saw many poor people working...weaving straw baskets and making linen clothes. There are also many children, unkempt, breathing red snot, wearing tattered clothes, picking up bundles of hay or dry firewood for their families from the woods outside the city.
But when they were their age, Beta was eating KFC, playing games, or running wildly outside with his friends every day. He never knew what the pressure of life was, and he didn't know what an existential crisis was.
Only by comparing can we know what happiness is.
The houses in the slums are low and low, most of which are made of wooden frames, the roofs are paved with hay, and the walls are made of homemade yellow mud bricks of extremely poor quality. Such a house will collapse in a large area as long as there is a heavy rain. Fortunately, such a house will not easily crush people to death, and its construction is relatively simple.
Beta was walking on the muddy path in the slums... This was not because of the rain, but because the residents on both sides of the road poured domestic wastewater on the road.
There are no sewage ditches or sewers here, and the domestic wastewater generated by people bathing, cooking, etc. will be poured on the road. And many people, regardless of men and women, as long as they have the desire to urinate, they unbutton their pants directly at the door of the house, and sprinkle the yellow urine full of anger on the path in front of the house.
On the way Beta walked, she also encountered many women with yellow and black skin, or children defecating indiscriminately on the side of the road, as if no one was there.
But when they saw Beta, they ran back to their room like a mouse seeing a cat, and some of them were so anxious that they didn't even have time to lift their pants.
The talent of 'aristocratic temperament' is like an invisible force field, coercing those ordinary people, intimidating their nerves, making them panic and rush away from Beta's side.
After Beta left, those poor people came out of the house. They looked at the back of Beta and that beautiful lady with lingering fear, and they all guessed what such a noble person would do in their disgusting slum.
The roads in the slums are narrow and curved, like a maze. The poor are the class with the largest number of people in every city, generally accounting for more than 50% of the entire city's population. A few or even a dozen of them live in small, narrow houses, and these small houses are densely packed in a slum that occupies less than a quarter of the total area of the city.
Beta walked in this labyrinth called the slums for three hours, and almost finished the entire slum. Under the high-altitude vision of Joan of Arc, he didn't have to worry about getting lost, and finally let him find a place, near the center of the slum, facing And relatively wide and flat place.
There were a lot of bare-bottomed children playing here, but after the Betas arrived, they ran away and stopped to look at them curiously.
After stomping on the hard red soil, Beta said with satisfaction: "Yes, this place is very suitable for building a temple."
"But this is land with an owner." Shirley looked around: "If there were no owners, I think there must be many people who built houses here. Looking at them, they all consciously avoided this place. "
"Just ask someone and you'll know."
Beta looked around, then waved to the oldest boy in pants: "Little friend, come here."
The boy who was pointed by Beta jumped in fright, looked around, then pointed his dirty finger at himself, and asked back with fear, "My lord, are you calling me?"
"Yes, please come here, I have something to ask you." (.)
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