Grinton knew that he had misspoken. He immediately pretended that he heard nothing and lowered his head to drink the fruit wine. Beta, on the other hand, had seen all kinds of things. He pointed at his hair warily and said, "People with hair like mine are collectively known as Golden Sons. You are the same."
Shirley nodded and did not pursue further. There was no telling whether she believed him or not.
After answering Shirley's question, Beta asked, "Where's the largest slum in Bronze Drum City? Also, is there anything I should pay attention to? "
"The largest slum is in the north district. I'll ask a soldier to take you there later." Grinton thought for a moment and said, "The only thing you need to pay attention to is time. There won't be much time left for you. I think it's only three months at most. In three months, the believers of other gods will come to preach, and I can't be partial to you all the time. So, you have to deal with the competitors on your own. "
Beta nodded to show that he understood.
"Of course, although Bronze Drum City is under my control, there must be darkness where there is light," said Grinton helplessly. "You'll definitely run into a lot of trouble during your preaching. But I understand that those are only small problems at most. I only hope that when you deal with those problems, your methods will be gentler and not as exaggerated as in the dream. After all, this is the Zell family's territory. I don't want it to become a mess. "
Beta chuckled, rather embarrassed. In the game, he ran into a lot of trouble after he took over the territory from the royal family. Many of the surrounding nobles came to target him openly and secretly, but in the end, he brought his own Knights and called on the members of the 6 to sweep over wave after wave, killing in all directions, crippling the surrounding nobles and making the whole world know that there was a madman lord in Hollevin.
Grinton was a member of the Knight Legion in his dream. He felt that it was a great life to settle debts and grudges. However, he was a lord now. If Beta caused trouble in his territory, he would feel a headache just thinking about it. Once the Golden Sons went crazy, it was definitely not a level that ordinary people could withstand. After all, they even dared to kill gods, so there was nothing they didn't dare to do.
After chatting for a while, Beta left with Shirley.
Grinton was in his study. He took out a book with pictures of the various gods drawn on it. He flipped to the page with Goddess Woking. After staring at it for a while, he closed it heavily and put it back into the bookshelf. Then, he rang the golden bell. When the housekeeper came in, he ordered, "Within a month, help me transfer 30% of the gold coins of each trading company and put them in my underground storage room."
The steward was in a difficult position. "I'm just afraid that there will be other clansmen who won't be willing to separate from their wealth."
"I'll give you a squad of soldiers." Grinton's gentle face showed a rare hint of coldness. "If someone is unwilling, you can beat them up. Beat them until they are willing. "
A happy smile appeared on the butler's face. "Master, it's my pleasure to serve you."
On the other side, Beta and Shirley were led by a soldier to the ghetto in the northern corner of the city. After taking them to the entrance of the ghetto, the soldier left reluctantly. When they left, the soldier was reluctant and looked back at Shirley's back now and then.
They stayed at the entrance of the ghetto. Before they got close, they had already smelled a weird smell. The smell was disgusting, mixed with the sour smell of slops and feces.
As a divine creature, Shirley naturally hated the smell. She instantly cast a Cleansing Spell that enshrouded the two of them.
Then, the air that they came in contact with instantly became clean.
"What a horrible place." Shirley patted her chest and her breasts surged. "This is the first time I've smelled such a disgusting smell."
Beta, however, suddenly said, "You must've been created by the goddess not long ago. It's normal that this is the first time you've smelled something like this."
"That's right." Shirley was greatly enlightened. "Because I have a lot of knowledge in my head, I always think that I've lived for a long time."
From that, Beta confirmed that Shirley was a temporary creature created by the goddess. This further deepened his understanding of the gods. It wasn't unusual for a goddess to create creatures, but after she created creatures, she would have a complete sense of the world and profound knowledge. That was not simple. From another perspective, if the Goddess Woking had enough power, she could create a large number of divine lives at once and then release them into the human world. Wouldn't that mean that she could easily win the Holy War?
But why was Goddess Woking unwilling to do that?
If Woking wasn't strong enough, then what about the other gods?
Was there a great limit to creating divine creatures? Beta was slightly puzzled. He suddenly remembered that the angels under the Goddess of Light seemed to be divine creatures, but the more famous or powerful ones were only those few. Also, they couldn't casually descend to the human world. Even if they did, they would have to go back soon.
But why could Shirley?
Thinking of that, Beta couldn't help but stare at Shirley.
Sensing Beta's gaze, Shirley gave him a sweet and charming smile.
For a moment, Beta seemed to see Goddess Woking standing before him.
He had some guesses, but Beta didn't say them out. He walked into the alley. As long as he stepped into the alley, he would find himself in a different world, the world of the poor.
Compared to the slums in Winterwind or the capital, the poor here were more energetic.
In both Winterwind and the slums in the capital, what Beta saw were the apathetic people. There was no vitality, hope, or ambition in their eyes.
Ambition was a derogatory term, but in many cases, it was the motivation for a person to make progress. If a person didn't have any ambition, he would be no different from an animal.
The people in the slums, on the other hand, still had some brilliance in their eyes. It was easy to tell that they still had some hope for life.
The poor folks in the capital and Winterwind, on the other hand, were more fond of basking in the sun on the ragged roads and living their lives one day at a time. When they were too hungry, they would rob, steal, and even eat human flesh. They were no different from animals.
But in this place, Beta saw a lot of poor people working, weaving baskets and making linen clothes. There were also many children with disheveled hair and dirty faces. Their noses were green and red, and they were wearing ragged clothes. They were picking up bundles of hay or dry firewood from the forest outside the city for their own families to use.
When he was their age, Beta was eating KFC every day, playing games, or running around with his friends every day. He never knew what the pressure of life was, nor did he know what a survival crisis was.
Only when there was comparison would he know what happiness was.
The houses in the slums were low and squat. Most of them were made of wooden frames. The roofs were covered with hay, and the walls were made of low-quality, homemade bricks. Such a house, as long as a heavy rain, would collapse a large area. Fortunately, such a house would not easily crush people to death, and the construction was relatively simple.
Beta walked on the muddy roads of the slums, not because of the rain, but because the residents on the two sides of the roads poured their waste water on the roads.
There were no gutters or sewers in this place. The waste water from people's bathing and cooking would be poured on the roads. Also, many people, both men and women, would simply take off their pants at the entrance of their homes and pour their stinky urine on the roads when they felt the urge to pee.
On his way, Beta met a lot of dark-skinned women and children who were peeing and defecating on the roads as if nobody else were around.
But when they saw Beta, they ran back to their houses like mice seeing a cat. Some of them were so anxious that they didn't even have time to pull up their pants.
The talent of 'Aristocratic Temperament' was like an invisible force field, suppressing those ordinary people, intimidating their nerves, causing them to panic and scramble to stay away from Beta.
After Beta left, those poor people came out of their houses. They looked at the backs of Beta and the beautiful lady with lingering fear. They were guessing why such a noble person came to their disgusting slums.
The roads in the slums were narrow and winding, like a maze. The poor were the most numerous class in every city. Generally, they accounted for more than 50% of the entire city's population. A few of them, or even a dozen of them, were crammed in small, narrow houses, which were densely packed in the slums that occupied less than a quarter of the total area of the city.
Beta walked in the labyrinth named slum for three hours and almost explored the entire slum. With Joan Of Arc's high-altitude vision, he didn't have to worry about getting lost. Finally, he found a place that was relatively wide and flat near the center of the slum.
There had been a lot of naked children playing here, but when Beta and Shirley arrived, they ran away and stopped to look at them curiously.
Stomping on the hard red ground, Beta said in satisfaction, "Not bad. This is a good place to build a temple."
"But this land has an owner, right?" Shirley looked around. "If it wasn't, I think a lot of people would've built houses here. Look at them. They're all consciously avoiding this place. "
"We'll know if we ask someone."
Betta looked around and waved at the oldest boy who was wearing pants. "Little friend, come here for a moment."
The boy who was pointed at by Betta was startled. He looked around and then pointed at himself with a dirty finger, asking in fear, "Sir, are you calling me?"
"Yes, please come here. I have something to ask you."