Out of caution, Kellens did not choose the way he came, because he would have to pass through a street that was a bit crowded and prone to theft, which might cause him a lot of trouble. Si naturally did not intend to take risks. The original memory in his mind suddenly helped him plan a secluded path without too many people walking on it. At this time, Krensi gave the original owner a thumbs up in his heart.
This is all due to the fact that the original Krens needed to avoid others every time he got food. Over time, he became very familiar with the Kakola District. Every corner and place was deeply imprinted on the original Krens. In Lance's mind, because it's his survival instinct.
Krens walked to the end of Sacco Street, and then entered the gap between the two walls. It was so narrow that a healthy adult would probably get stuck in it, but it was quite suitable for the short Krens, if it was just a narrow wall. It was barely bearable, but the stench in the air was a bit disgusting. This made Kerens extremely regretful at this moment, and he complained to the original owner in his heart, "Is this the way people thought of it?"
After struggling through the gaps between the walls, Krens came to a dead alley with some moss on the ground. There were several people lying on the damp wall who covered their faces with clothes. If If you couldn't still see the faint rise and fall of their chests, Kerens would definitely suspect that they had been dead for a long time. He turned around and looked through the gap at the bustling Sako Street opposite. The only thing that made people sigh was that there was only a narrow path between them. Who was there? Unexpectedly, there is such an alley full of deathly silence behind the very close Sako Street.
Krens walked lightly between them. When he passed the third person, a breeze blew and lifted the clothes covering the face of a man lying on the wall. Krens swore This was such a disgusting scene that he had never seen before. Under the cover of his clothes, a young man was so thin that you could see the bones under his skin. He was panting weakly and had large bruises on his face. There were traces of decay on it, as if some living thing was still crawling on it. The man didn't seem to feel any pain. He half-closed his eyes and didn't look at Krens who was walking by him. .
Buzz buzz...
The flies and mosquitoes that had been waiting around for a long time flew towards the man's face quickly, as if they had seen something delicious, using their mouthparts to suck on the man's rotting face.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Kerens suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. He stepped a lot faster, covered his mouth and nose, and resisted the feeling of vomiting and quickly walked away from these people. Pass through the gap.
Ugh, vomit, vomit!
Kerens, who was walking between these people, felt a violent peristalsis in his stomach, followed by a strong feeling of vomiting. Fortunately, there was no food in his stomach at this time, otherwise It was a waste, and Clence, who looked a little unsightly, was holding on to the wall on one side, thinking about the scene he just saw, and a name "Weem" appeared in his mind. This was the man or the one behind him. The name of the disease suffered by the people in the alley.
Even Manteju Brown, the greatest doctor in the St. John's Empire, was unable to deal with this strange and strange disease. There was once an extremely wealthy nobleman who suffered from this Weimu's disease. He searched for many doctors and spent a lot of money. There was no cure in the case, and finally the doctor Manteju Brown was found, but the doctor only left one sentence, this is a terrible curse. If anyone can really cure it, it must be a god.
But this disease called Wem is not contagious, which is why they can still stay alive in Cologne. People who suffer from this disease often do not die quickly. Their death is destined. It is long and painful. This disease will slowly erode your body from your internal organs. During this process, you will not feel any pain. Some people describe the lack of pain as a goddess. The kindness of others will not completely end until you can't bear the gradual decay of yourself and commit suicide. This is why the doctor Mantej Brown described it as a curse.
"The mercy of the goddess, if she is truly merciful, should be to save people suffering from this disease, rather than just reduce their pain." Krensi looked up at the sky above his head and murmured to himself, without any sympathy in his heart. This legendary goddess who watched people was not disrespectful at all. After all, she saw the power displayed by those knights and Old John, and vaguely felt that the gods they talked about really existed.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, he threw away all the speculations about this goddess in his head. A somewhat confused Kerens planned to find a suitable job to solve his food problem.
Wearing shoes that were so worn that the big toe was exposed, I walked step by step on the slippery road paved with some gravel, and there was a "pattering" sound under my feet.
Krens, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, did not notice that there were three men much taller than him behind him. They used their height advantages behind Krens to invisibly get closer to Krens in front of him. The purpose is obviously not to give the opponent a chance to escape. According to their understanding of Krens, this short guy is a flexible monkey and will definitely escape if he is given any opening.
If it was the previous Krens, he might have discovered that someone was staring at him behind him, but the current Krens obviously did not have that caution. The three men were already only two or three steps away from Krens, and they saw that The man in the middle looked at each other with the two people next to him, and suddenly showed a cunning expression, and then ran forward two steps quickly.
"What's the sound?" Kerens turned his head and looked back in confusion. Suddenly, a tall man ran in front of him and stretched out his palm to grab him. It was the man he saw in his memory who often robbed him. The boy named Ern who served the food.
"Damn it, I just bought a piece of bread," Kerens cursed in a low voice. Before he could make any move, the young man named Owen lifted up Kerens's body easily with one hand. Standing up, Kerens looked extremely small under the opponent's height of 1.9 meters, and he was like a pet being carried by the opponent.
"Hahaha, look, isn't this our Krens?" Owen held Krens in his hand and showed it to his two companions with a smile. The Krens he was carrying seemed like a piece of jewelry in his hand. Like toys.
Seeing such a funny scene, the two companions around Ouen couldn't help laughing.
Krens's face was extremely ugly at the moment when he was picked up. He had never been so insulted by someone. He felt like a pet dog in the other person's hand, being played with wantonly, but there were three people on the other side, and now they were already There was no way to escape. If he resisted excessively, he would definitely be beaten by the other party, and he might even lose his life again. Therefore, Kerens could only hold back his attempts to resist for the time being, and could only wait for the other party's next movements to find an escape. Methods.
Kerens's lack of resistance surprised Owen. Every time he grabbed the opponent and snatched his food, Kerens would resist fiercely, but every time such resistance would cause Owen and his companions to resist. Punch and kick him.
What Ern remembers most is when Kerens bit off the ear of one of his companions during a resistance, but he did not throw away the bitten ear, but beat and kicked him after several people. He kicked the torn off ear and swallowed it bloody. That time, everyone got to know this black-haired boy again.