Half-elf Notebook

Ina grabbed two handfuls of Gropa from the pocket of her hunting coat and placed them on the old wooden table, about fifty or sixty coins in total.

A smile suddenly appeared on the man's face.

He could hear the sound of the coins colliding with each other and the dull sound of them hitting the table.

It's as pleasant to the ears as a symphony played by an excellent orchestra.

The amount of gro that Ina took out was equivalent to his income from half a day's business.

"Equal portions of white bread with sausages. Any leftovers can be replaced with other bread with meat."

She didn't specify what kind of sausage she wanted, and the owner couldn't guarantee it.

In this area, there is no so-called fraud, no commercial law, and no soldiers or non-commissioned officers to enforce the laws of the kingdom.

It could be any meat that is temporarily cheaper, or even rats running around the streets.

It depends on what is the cheapest meat the merchant can buy from the butcher.

Ina paused and added:

"And about 'Father', about Mr. John Peake's current position."

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"It really doesn't work..."

Even when living underground in the Blood Gang's territory, the things the poor need to consider do not change much.

They need to consider how to solve their dinner today, rent tomorrow, and protection fee next month.

For gangs in the dark, there are members and thugs who routinely collect protection fees.

The poor did not pay much attention, nor did they have the energy to pay more attention.

"Anyway, let's go to Muddy Street first."

Ina, holding a half-meter-high cloth bag, thought thoughtfully.

This was the information she had obtained at the cost of fifty-seven Glos.

The time was a few days ago.

As for the outdated information, it is not a problem, at least it helps narrow down the scope of what to look for.

This alone gave Ina a reason to go and take a look.

After walking for a while, her cloak was suddenly gently pulled by someone.

When she looked back in confusion, she saw a little brown-haired boy in tattered clothes standing tremblingly behind her.

Ina was not tall, just over 1.5 meters, and children aged eight or nine who were obviously malnourished almost reached her chest.

"I'll grow taller in the future..."

For some reason, the thought that flashed through her mind made Ina's face darken.

The child keenly noticed the changes in the woman in front of him, and immediately loosened his fingers, took a step back, his face full of fear and anxiety.

But the hunger in his stomach and the aroma wafting from the bag of bread stopped him from subconsciously thinking about running away.

"Here, take it."

Ina spoke softly, then took out a piece of bread and handed it over.

The aroma so close to him made the boy swallow.

It's a rare opportunity to come back.

Ina also plans to help more children who have similar experiences to her.

While purchasing the cloak, Ina also exchanged more than 200 copper gros, weighing two pounds.

At the same time the boy thanked him repeatedly and tried to take the bread with trembling hands.

A man was walking towards her from the other side and passed by Ina in her blind spot.

His hand rested lightly on Ina's hilt.

It seemed as if the sword could be drawn out in the next second.

Only a scream was heard, and the thief fell to the ground, covering his wrist, with tears streaming down his face.

And on the covered wrist, three fingers were twisted and deformed.

The little boy trembled even more violently.

If Ina hadn't helped him hold the bread, it would probably have fallen to the ground.

Apparently, he knew the man who committed the theft.

A pitch-black sphere condensed beside Ina and shot out like an arrow, blasting a shallow pit next to the thief, and mud and water flew everywhere in an instant.

Arcane Missiles are inferior to projectiles in power and speed, but their visual deterrent effect is far greater than the latter.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The man cried out in fear and tried to escape by crawling.

He slipped and fell several times and got up several times. His clothes were covered with mud, like an animal that had just fallen into a mud puddle.

He was afraid that his head might explode like the mud at any time and become the new condiment of the mud.

"I advise you to confirm the identity of your prey before you take action."

"I won't let it go like this next time."

Ina glanced around, pointed something, and spoke in a menacing tone.

She didn't expect everyone to hear it.

But she believed that the pickpockets knew what she meant by this action.

Anyone who can be a pickpocket in the slums, even if he is a fool, at least has eyes that can observe and seize opportunities.

"Mage...Mage!"

When people saw Ina's exposed hand, there was silence around them at first, and then there was an urgent cry from some poor man.

It quickly turned into quite a commotion.

In their opinion, magician is basically a respectful title that is equivalent to status.

If the other party is unhappy, their lives will be ruined forever.

"Do you know the location of 'Father' John Peake?"

Ina repeated to the little boy as gently and without expectation the question she had asked the bakery owner a dozen minutes ago.

Even if it was just a rough consideration when Ina came, it was one of the ways to obtain information.

The begging children were a business managed by "Father" John Peake, who would often bring his men to inspect the children belonging to the Blood Gang.

His brutal behavior made vagrants and beggar children avoid him.

However, because of this, they are mostly as familiar with John Peake's whereabouts as the official Blood Gang members.

Ina estimated that the boy's mind must be very confused now.

The boy was smart because he didn't run away instinctively but waited for her to decide his fate.

Ina didn't intend to embarrass the boy, so she reached into her pocket, ready to give him a Gro and leave.

One grocery is not a small amount in the slums and can be exchanged for a pound of black bread.

The most important thing is that even if the Gro gang discovers the hidden items, they will not confiscate them.

If vagrants want to survive, they must actively apply to gang managers for a place to beg in other areas of the city every day.

And return to the same gang channel on time every day to hand in all the spoils.

In order to make the situation of homeless and begging children difficult to change, they work harder and it becomes easier to engage in human trafficking.

The gang members only gave out a few Gros and satisfied some trivial requests to meet their quota to last until the next trip.

From time to time, someone would die in a corner because they couldn't hold on.

Ina has always lived under such gang rules, and even before that incident happened, she had been under the management of the Blood Gang for a long time.

A piece of bread with meat on it and a gro were enough to sustain a beggar through two trips to the quota.

Furthermore, she had no obligation to help.

There are thousands of similar begging children here.