45. Beggar (2)
The fence opened at the priest’s words.
The black door made a squeaking noise, and with him the beggars who were dying outside poured in all at once.
It’s like water dripping into a sewer.
Oliver, too, was swept away by the crowd and went to the poor mansion, and after a few mishaps he was able to line up.
“thank god. Roughly speaking, we can get it…”
“It’s been a while since I’ve eaten bread.”
“That’s it.”
The beggars who lined up looked at the pile of bread and said a word to each other.
But it was a whisper, never loud enough to be annoying.
Looking back, I could see everyone looking at the poor man who was handing out bread and the priest who was in charge.
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Needless to say, all the priests, including the poor man’s staff, had disgust, displeasure, and a strange sense of superiority towards the beggars.Even if you pretend, if you offend your heart, you will be kicked out.
“Hey…. Don’t stare at me so staringly.”
said the old beggar, forcing Oliver’s head down.
“Keep your head down. look at the ground Only land… I hate eye contact or spying. You can’t give me something that can be caught in the first place.”
Oliver lowered his eyes as instructed. However, the question was not resolved.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Questions···? Keep it short.”
The old beggar looked at the priest and said.
“You said earlier that there was a worldly reason to distribute bread… what is that?”
“Do you want to know that now?”
“Yes, please.”
The beggar groaned as if he was moved by the polite yet sincere request.
Then, as the line shortened, he looked at the face of the priest who was getting closer and closer.
“Wow…. I’ll explain later. later.”
“thank you. Mr. Botti.”
“This bastard… Strangely, it makes it hard to reject people.”
In the meantime, the line gradually decreased and it was Oliver’s turn.
Oliver followed Botti, bowing his back and head, looking down at the ground.
Still, I was able to see the staff and the priest sharing the bread with tears in my eyes.
Is it because the distance is getting closer? Their feelings looking down became clearer.
“·················ogue.”
“Five minutes? be here.”
They gave ten loaves of bread according to the number of people who worked in the poor.
Botti put the bread in a pre-prepared sack and thanked him.
“Mahalla. thank you thank you You will definitely be blessed.”
“·················ogue.”
An unanswered priest.
However, as if familiar, Botti took the party and went out of the poor house.
“Whew…. I’m happy. There wasn’t much bread left. If I was wrong, I would have been in vain.”
“Hey? What if the bread runs out?”
“How is it, how is it? I can’t get it and just go back… I have a lot of questions.”
“ah······. But do you really just go back?”
“right. What if I don’t have bread? You should suck your fingers. You know I said let’s go before the sun rises for nothing? Even beggars shouldn’t be lazy After that, it’s the perfect place to take a nap.”
“Ahh···. okay.”
Oliver nodded and replied.
Clearly, Cant’s beggar was far from being lazy.
The harmonica, the red nose, the old man and the grandson always went to beg at the appointed time,
Other ordinary beggars collected garbage here and there through the back alleys, or edible food waste.
At the most, what is comfortable is the stick that protects the beggars?
Contrary to the contents of the journal I saw in Joseph’s study, Cant’s beggar was very diligent and wholesome.
In the book, he described him as a foolish and greedy creature, willing to commit all sorts of horrific crimes, such as selling his companions for a penny.
So it’s good for a warlock to use.
However, the reality Oliver encountered was not like that.
That was a pretty interesting part. The gap between books and reality.
“Ah, everyone stop.”
Botti stopped suddenly and said.
He looked outside. There were quite a few people walking outside.
“this···. Looks like it’s been a while. Let’s go back.”
“Yes? Are you back?”
“Yeah, if we take the wrong picture for nothing, we get tired. You have to go back, but that’s fine.”
Everyone frowned at Botti’s words, but no one denied it.
I’ve seen it a few times before.
When collecting garbage, the beggars avoided crowded places and mostly moved to back alleys with few people.
Is it because if someone catches your eye, you become a target of crackdown?
“Come on, let’s get moving when it’s time to complain. Anyway, you’re lucky today that you didn’t make a fuss and got bread, aren’t you? Come on let’s go… Oh right. Oliver.”
“Yes?”
“I asked a question before, but for secular reasons?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I’m only going to tell you this once, so write it down. You’re a member of our gang, so I’m talking to you in a special way.”
“Yes.”
“It’s because they want to let the world know that God is their agent and savior…”
“A savior…?”
“Yes, bread is precious to those who are hungry. I have no choice but to listen to the person who distributes the bread… In addition, they can create a good image that they help the poor.”
“ah···. But the priest doesn’t seem to like us, does he?”
“Hey, I said. This guy’s eyesight is really good.”
“According to the overall flow of the organization, individuals have to follow them even if they don’t want to. There are surprisingly many people like that… Even worse, there are people who steal relief supplies for the poor and take care of themselves.”
“like···.”
Oliver exclaimed in admiration for the new fact, which was obvious.
The paladin was surprisingly clean and clear, but being a priest was different from the outside and inside than I thought.
Of course, Oliver didn’t meet all the Paladins and Priests, but whatever he saw right away… It was pretty fun.
Would you say it’s fun to learn more and more new facts?
The best thing about this fun is that it raises new questions.
“By the way, does everyone know that?”
“yes···. It’s no big deal. I was bragging, but I heard it.”
“From whom?”
“Priest-sama who is the head of the world……”
“Priest?”
“I don’t know if he’s a real priest, but that’s what we called him…. He’s dead now, but he held us together and taught us this and that. He was a good person.”
Oliver saw respect in Botti’s feelings. So did the others, which was rare.
The dead are respected. It’s over when you die.
Someone said it as if to prove it.
“I don’t know if it’s real or not, but he’s a great guy anyway. Because he arbitrated through conversation without fighting with the other beggars, and even brought Mr. Cant to him.”
“Mr. Cant?”
“Uh, actually. It was the priest who brought Mr. Cant. You’ve become very sassy now, but at first, your personality wasn’t a joke.”
“Is that so?”
“uh. It was like a living corpse, and the slightest touch would make him angry. It’s different now.”
It’s different now. Oliver suddenly became curious.
It was so different from the fun now. I wanted to know why.
As I was about to ask more questions about him, Botti suddenly interrupted.
“Come on, stop talking. Let’s not talk behind the scenes. Especially with beggars like us. There is no other person without a story that has rolled into this floor. Everyone stop talking.”
Everyone was silent at Botti’s words, and Oliver was also silent.
It seemed like a sensitive issue even if I pretended to be. Still, Oliver wanted to somehow solve the mystery.
Shouldn’t the itchy places be scratched?
“uh···. What is there?”
One of the party said, pointing to a narrow street in the distance.
There were several beggars gathered there.
“Is that…?”
“A gang of moles…….”
Botti said softly.
mole.
Those who have only heard it a few times but do not know exactly who it is.
Oliver took a quick look at them to satisfy his curiosity.
There were many people who looked like king fists with sharp fists, but among the dogs, there was an old man with a large dog.
How could the atmosphere be gloomy?
Do you want to live, or do you want to live?
They looked more like gangs than beggars, and some of the beggars actually caught were depriving them of some of the bread they had received from the almshouses.
Oliver observed them silently.
“·················ogue.”
“…maybe good? Botty? Shall we go back?”
“Well······. No, I went too deep, and our eyes met. It can be even more dangerous if you give yourself a frightened tee here. I go forward boldly.”
With those words, Botti walked forward.
It was obvious that they were trying hard to pretend to be strong, but they seemed to be that dangerous.
Come to think of it, when I first met Cant, I remembered that those who followed Oliver were also very wary of moles.
“Stop there.”
A man with a shaggy beard stopped Oliver’s party.
He was wearing a ripped fedora.
“You have to pay a toll here. Is everyone on the way to the poor mansion? Give me half.”
Unbelievably proud attitude. Botti objected to this.
“I have been living on this street for over 30 years, but I pay tolls. What does that mean?”
“her···! You’ve been a beggar for a long time. You’re talking as if you’re proud of that.”
“Aren’t you too?”
“It’s not just a beggar. I feel bad, so don’t put me in the line… In any case, there was no owner in this alley until a while ago, but from now on, it is not. You have to pay a toll to get through.”
“How is the owner in the alley?”
“Because from now on. That’s right, our moleskin. how is it? Give it to me, do you want it to explode and take it all away? Or, it doesn’t fit and I’m only offering half of it? I personally like the former. My hands are itchy.”
The fedora beggar loosened his hands like a threat.
The way he behaves was reminiscent of the Dominic family, and Botti was courageous while trembling with fear.
“Hey, how dare you-”
“-Wait a minute.”
An old man on the same side as a fedora beggar interrupted.
He was squatting with several large dogs beside him.
The dogs all made a thump-heh-huh when petted.
said the old man.
“…you guys are priests… No, aren’t you cant gang?”
Botti hastily answered.
“exactly···. Isn’t your dog old?”
“okay···. Hey Henry, just let him go. Cant gang.”
“cant? Ah… you cant say if you’re a quarterstaff or a troubleshooter?”
“Yes, let me go.”
The fedora beggar called Henry narrowed his brow and brought his face closer.
“Quarter staff cant…. Contrary to what I heard, the subordinates are not young, but they all look like weaklings. Especially that guy.”
The fedora beggar said, pointing to Oliver.
Seriously, looking at it from the outside, it was quite a statement.
“It’s only the guys below…. just let it go Because the mole has no intention of bumping into it yet.”
Things seemed to be going well, but the fedora beggar opened his mouth dissatisfied.
“Oh, I want to too, but you don’t like the color of this old man’s eyes?”
He said looking down at Botti.
“I mean, you and I were treated like the same thing. Inspiration.”
“Is that right?”
“It’s not just a beggar…. Is it a high-paying job? It just feels dirty, so what if I touch it once? Inspiration?”
At those words, other beggars who were watching the situation began to surround them with clubs and fists.
“······I don’t know. The mole told me not to do it. I am the opposite.”
“Then what if I do it alone?”
“under···. Do whatever you feel like. ‘Cause I don’t know Rather, why is this guy whining so much?”
A dog old man stroking a whining dog and making a fuss.
The fedora beggar said as he tilted his hat forward.
“Hey did you hear me? Do whatever you want.”
Beggars all around. There was a lot of tension in everyone, then, just right. Just right. A sound was heard.
“Yeah, do whatever you want. Are you curious?”
Cant appeared from the other side.