Chapter 606 Ch605 About the Wanderer Camp

Chapter 606 Ch.605 About homeless camps

"Tell me about the Homeless Camp. I haven't met anyone from this organization. "

"organize?"

Barton smiled.

He respects and awes Roland, but he is also aware of Roland's immatureness - on the path of being a ritualist, this child is too young.

"That's not an 'organization,' Mr. Collins."

Barton said that the "Wanderer Camp" is completely different from Holy Cross, Ring of Silence, and Maelstrom. They are loose, tolerant, and have very weak binding force. In contrast, members cannot even think about getting into trouble and having the camp stand up for them.

It's more like a guild composed of 'bounty hunters' than a sect.

They issue missions, trade contraband or illegal invisible arts, extremely harmful strange objects, and alien species that may cause huge disasters.

The ‘wanderers’ will also compete for tasks that suit them based on their own circumstances.

Such as theft.

Even assassination.

As mentioned before.

It is possible for a four-ring ritualist to be penniless.

And these powerful 'supermen', will they watch a mortal who can kill with just a few fingers stand proud and enjoy a life they have never enjoyed before?

Most ritualists can.

Because they follow the rules.

A few ritualists chose 'no'.

I can punch through steel, but I don't even have a decent place to live; a burst of typhoid fever will kill your fragile life, but there are twenty or so servants to take care of you - this is not fair.

So unfair.

then.

They attacked and killed wealthy households with small fortunes, plundered like robbers, and easily took away the gold pounds that may have been accumulated over generations——

This is reasonable and should be accepted.

certainly.

The ritual performer who does this should also bear the price of doing so.

That is.

Except for the two crown gods worshiped by the evildoers, they will be enemies of the believers of all eight crown gods in this land.

Keep it simple.

The same can be said.

Ninety-nine percent of the ritualists will be their enemies - even some cultists are willing to exchange the heads of these thugs for money... there is always a way.

Unless you are strong enough to commit such a crime without leaving any trace, or are not afraid of being wanted by the Crown God Sect - but ritual practitioners who have reached this level usually choose to 'join'.

"...Killed a sweet shop owner, his daughter and three children, and took away two hundred and fifty-eight pounds. The church issued a wanted notice and a reward of fifteen hundred pounds. Mr. Collins, half a month, only half a month Within a month, the man who committed murder and took wealth was hanged on the outskirts of the city."

Interesting.

The people who reported him and participated in his arrest were his closest friends in the "camp".

Barton laughed and said that this might be that person's conspiracy, a conspiracy to make a lot of money.

"Rules are important, and many people in the homeless camp don't follow them. "

This is why they are ostracized.

Bellows Taylor once gave the Barton family a choice.

Serve him and his heirs, or give them a sum of money so that Barton, who was still young at the time, could make a living. He might be able to find a smoother road in the "Wanderer Camp" in the future...

Obviously, both Barton Jr. and Barton Sr. are smart people.

"This is the difference between a full meal and a full meal."

"... Mr. Taylor is a good man. I can't say he is kind, but he is indeed very kind to me. I have food and clothing, what more do I ask for? The children outside can't even get a mouse."

Barton said, looking at the girl running around not far away.

Beatrice begged Teresa to buy a brown wig, put it on her head, and ran around Randolph and Bellows like a restless pony - in Porto Porti, she finally didn't have to look like a restless pony. Like a young lady, she wears those heavy whalebone skirts one after another.

"So is Miss."

Barton showed a smile that made Roland 'disgusting'.

"I wish I had such a lovely daughter. I wish I could have a son as tough and energetic as me. Maybe twins would be good too..."

"Ahhhhh Roland!"

The foal is here.

"Spoon!"

She held up a palm-long wooden spoon, which was used to stir the special shell snacks - stuffing the cream and waffles into the washed shells, and then decorating them with a few small sugar balls like 'pearls', specially Sell ​​it to these girls and young men who come from afar and have heavy pockets.

"spoon!"

She jumped in front of Roland and bumped her head into his arms.

"Spoon! Shell!"

Roland hugged her and looked at the eyes that turned pale at the same time as the sky: "Where are the snacks in the shells?"

Beatrice:?

The girl pinched her little hand.

He tilted his head and peered into the shell.

"...there is nothing...in there..."

"I've seen it all. There's waffle foam, cream, sugar balls and nuts in the shells. Did you eat them secretly?"

"There is no...there is..."

"You just ate it secretly and only brought me an empty shell...it really makes me sad."

Beatrice flattened her mouth and raised her finger.

Randolph and Bellows.

"...Whitebeard ate them all!"

"Mr. Bellows has eaten?" Roland also found it funny: "Didn't you buy a few more?"

The girl rummaged through her pockets.

Empty.

Teresa usually only put a few shillings or a pound or two on Beatrice - but this shell snack can never cost so much.

"…You are being fooled, Betty." Roland bent down and whispered to her: "This shell doesn't cost that many coins."

Roland explained to her.

Soon.

The girl with a flat mouth began to accumulate rainwater from her flat mouth. A few dewdrops were visible to the naked eye, rolling around in her eye sockets, and small glass beads rolled across the corners of her mouth.

This crying does not mean that she has lost money or small shells.

Roland can sense it.

In the uneasiness of the mud pits rubbed out by the tip of the shoe, there is a faint embarrassment and pain.

Betty has grown up again.

She began to vaguely realize her "stupidity" and understand "shame".

"It doesn't matter."

Roland used his thumb to collapse the glass bead and whispered in her ear:

"Will you repeat what I said?"

"Roland?"

"May the Father of All Things bless you."

Beatrice didn't understand: "…May...May the Father...bless you?"

Roland: "May the Father of All Things bless you."

Beatrice repeated it several times, each time clearer than the last.

"May the Father of All Things bless you."

Roland: "That's right. Beatrice is a pretty and lovely girl. No one doesn't like her."

Beatrice pursed her lips, repeated intermittently, and 'secretly' lifted her wig and 'quietly' stared at Roland.

"Beatrice is... a pretty and lovely girl. No one doesn't like her."

"That's right, look, how smart you are," Roland said the third sentence with a smile, and asked her to repeat it.

"Learn this sentence and tell the man who sells shells, and he will give you more... How about it?"

There is such a good thing!

Beatrice was immediately happy and put her arms around Roland's neck: "I learn quickly!"

"Of course, no one learns faster than you," Roland pinched her nose and asked her to learn to say: "My brother is the executor of the Tribunal. Give me twenty shells, otherwise he will twist your head off."

Barton: ...

This is not good, Mr. Collins.