The wooden box stacked together was a rotten apple core on it. The gray mouse squatted beside it, gnawing at the remaining trace of flesh. After a while, the dark red eyes looked at the people nearby.

It smelled the scent that did not belong here, so it became a little nervous.

Meow!

A threatening growl sounded, and the rat rushed down the wooden box. What followed was the rush of more than a dozen rats, crossing the drainage channel with some remaining snow, and drilling into the holes of the walls with garbage piled around.

Above them, there are more than a dozen clothes drying rods hanging on both sides of the cramped alleys. Some worn clothes, including women's underwear, are hung outside, without any intention of privacy or confidentiality. In other words, the people here no longer have the intention to care about whether the clothes are private or not, and they have more important things to be solved.

Like food and clothing.

For example, survival.

"Oh ~ Stephanie, I'll take back my attitude of not having anything to do with the gap between the rich and the poor of Renas you mentioned before. The gap here is really a bit exaggerated..."

In order to take Victor and the young people to transfer, Donald used his messenger to ask Stephanie to drive the carriage to the hiding place, and then he relied on their guidance to come to this slum.

Donald thought it was a mediocre city, but now it seems that this place is not just a mediocre, but has reached a dilapidation.

"The wealth of Renas City is nearly 90 million yuan concentrated in the rich area, which is the urban area we just entered. Therefore, although their living standards are not as good as those of Demingham's Wangque Island or Manor District, they are also better than most places in the Tallinn area. Correspondingly, the lives of civilians are much worse than those in other areas."

Stephanie pressed her finger against a stone pillar next to her, and the wall dust fell down. She turned her head and continued helplessly,

"The Taros family, who controls Renas, is a famous "vampire" family in the Ryan Empire. It is also a duke family. The members of their family control several non-religious cities. For example, Renas is controlled by Sevit Taros, who is known as "Ghost Face Earl" outside. He is one of the heirs of the Taros family."

"The notes you took? They are so detailed. It seems that I have underestimated you before."

I looked at the notebook in Stephanie's hand in surprise. It was not easy to refine the information to this level in a short period of time.

"The lies are the news I heard from the staff inside the hotel."

"Where is the truth?"

"The truth is the note I found on the windowsill at the door. What I just said is just a general summary of the above."

Stephanie said, putting the notebook in Donald's hand.

"Put it back, after all, it's someone else's thing. If the people inside see it, they would think we are thieves."

He pushed the thing back and turned his eyes to the dilapidated two-story building next to him. After they sent Victor here, many people gathered around him. Donald's observation ability was needless to say, just standing by and watching them, he took these people into his eyes.

Unlike the numb and empty eyes I saw on the way when I came, most of the people who appeared here were young people, and they still had a sense of vitality. This is the only beautiful thing Donald noticed in this dirty and cramped place at present.

"The young people who came here just now must have some connection with Victor Kenstein. He is now wanted by the Taros family throughout the city. There are so many people coming to see him... Rather than rushing over to see him, it is more like they have been waiting for Victor here for a long time?"

Anthony held a lime lemon that was usually used for juice, but he didn't eat it, but just placed it in front of his nose. As a chef, his sense of smell is very sensitive. In this environment, if he didn't use this method, he would be uncomfortable for a long time.

"These people, and those who live in slums, go to study the Taros family. The meaning here is quite intriguing."

Some things are just fine, and I have to ask the bottom of the question to figure it out. Donald doesn't have the intention now.

"You used a cure magic to save him. I hope you can ask for some useful information... Someone came out."

Anthony, who had been heading into the house, looked at the girl in a gray dress running down the stairs, reminding Donald that she was standing at the door when they first arrived here.

"Mr. Victor is awake and he wants to see you."

When the girl arrived outside the door, she took the notebook in her hand from the windowsill next to her, and looked at Donald and others with gratitude and curiosity.

"I finally woke up. Anthony, please watch here. If there is anything, please contact me at any time."

Shaking the communicator in his hand, Donald was a little worried about meeting the previous situation again, so he asked Anthony to stay here with others to ask about the information about destruction. It would be enough to have him alone.

Following the girl and walking into the room and climbing to the second floor, Donald saw seven or eight young men standing in the corridor, raised his hand and pressed his silk top hat, walked forward calmly, and arrived at the bedroom door, and saw Victor Kenstein who had already sat up from the bed.

"It seems that my healing of strange things is quite effective."

Strictly speaking, the other party was just a stranger, so Donald naturally would not be polite to him. He reminded him as soon as he met, implying that he had spent a lot of money to save the other party.

"I'm fine. I have something to tell this gentleman, and it needs some space."

Victor's voice was still a little weak, and his already thin body looked even more shaky now, with mottled hair hanging down on his forehead. His face should be about the same age as Anthony. He patted the young man beside him and signaled the other people in the room to go out first with his eyes.

"If you have something to do, call us, and we're outside the door."

The young man said and took the others out of the room.

Only the two in the room were left, speechless for a moment.

Donald and Victor were both thinking about how to speak. The former was trying to ask him directly about the origin of the wound, while the latter was simply not sure how to speak. After all, he didn't know the person in front of him at all, and he didn't know why he wanted to save him.

"Who caused the injury on your shoulder?"

Not too much trouble, Donald decided to make the words clear.

"Um?"

Vadoc, who was about to ask the other person's name, heard Donald speak on his own initiative, but he was not able to react for a while. He was silent for a while and recalled the man who hurt him and almost killed him. His mouth opened and closed several times, and finally he spit out a title and his name.
Chapter completed!