But this idea was obviously wrong. He suddenly felt extremely tired and stiff. Then he fell to the ground and fell to the ground on the spot and fell into a deep sleep.

"…The professor said that using my source energy capacity will worsen my physical condition..."

Taking a few steps back and away from the mercenary's sleeping body, Seneca looked at the other party with a complicated expression.

What Maras said was not false. The reason why he, who had been obedient to the rules, suddenly became bolder was because the professor had an accident.

"If the professor really has an accident..."

Thinking of this, the boy's heart sank, but he had no other choice.

It is not embarrassing to live a life of life, but he followed Maras. Who told the news about the other children in the orphanage? How can he save more people?

Without hesitation, he stood up and took a step, regardless of his right eye, which was suffering from severe pain due to the use of his source energy, took advantage of the night and strode towards the orphanage.

Deep in the darkness.

Two pairs of eyes were watching all this.

"Is it a human body stance or a sleep stance? This magical ability is good, and it is very useful to sneak into combat."

"But after all, he is a demonizer... Do you still need to continue to monitor? Major Yelena is obviously killed, and this mission has failed."

"The above has not given the order yet, just watch it... It's a pity that such a young child has just begun to enjoy his youth in my hometown."

"Ha, where did you get the sympathy for the demonized people? A group of little ghosts and orphans who have been infected with the demonization have not known what disease the professor has had, and has caused such a lot of trouble to himself."

A brief exchange proves their identity as the Third Army.

They watched everything coldly, not caring about the fate of the children in Xiguang orphanage.

If Professor Svetree was recruited and was the boss, he might have taken care of him for his sake, but now that the mission has failed, he is naturally too lazy to take charge.

As for these bullies...

What does it have to do with orphans in a slum?

"Ahem cough cough..."

Dawn in the sky was about to appear, Seneca staggered through the complex streets of the slums in the Lower City. The sounds of life gradually came from both sides of the street. Most people were about to wake up. He took advantage of this chaotic time to return to the orphanage as quickly as possible.

As Maras said, most of the children in the orphanage of Xiguang are patients with demonized diseases. This is not something Professor Svetre specifically searched for, but orphans without parents are easily infected by the source energy of chaos without shelter.

Because of this, except Professor Svetre, no ordinary person dared to contact these children; but, thanks to this, not many people dared to approach this orphanage during the period when Professor Svetre left.

Soon, after Seneca, the older child who went out to work and earned medicine, came back and told everyone about the professor's possible accident, the entire orphanage was panicked for a while.

But with the help of Aunt Dariya and a kind old lady who was invited by a professor to help take care of her, the children who had experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature were calmed down.

Aunt Dariya once had a child, but she died early because of demonization and probably wouldn't live for a few years. So after Professor Svetre invited her, she simply came to take care of these children who were also infected with demonization.

When the professor was away, it was this aunt who took care of everyone.

But calm down and realize that things are bad.

Several children went out to buy (or even stole) the newspapers in recent days. They did record natural disasters in the Northern Ionia Mountains, so that earthquakes and landslides occurred in the place where the ruins that the professor was going to excavate were located.

This bad news greatly damaged everyone's confidence.

Without a professor, even if the orphans struggled to support them, they were just hollow reeds that broke out when they broke. Several sick children could not stand the tossing. Not to mention being sent to the farm to work, as long as there was no medicine in the past few days, they could kill them with a high fever.

"Isabella and Aphro are almost unable to hold on. The last time you left only enough money for a pair of medicine, brother. They all said they would give it to the younger Keselina to drink..."

"Brother, we are too conspicuous and can't escape... If you really want to run, you'll run alone!"

"Is the dean really dead... wuwuwu..."

Listening to the sounds of the children one after another, Seneca also felt a headache. He knew very well that since mercenaries like Maras began to touch each other, it means that everyone who should know this already knew it.

If you don’t take everyone away as soon as possible, the ending of the entire Xiguang Orphanage will be extremely miserable...even beyond their imagination.

But unfortunately, Seneca realized it was still too late.

Just as he was planning to sell the furniture in the orphanage, some alchemy equipment left by the professor was used to exchange for money to buy medicine, and then he took people to the depths of the Lower City.

The tax officer in Evande City has arrived.

Just as all tax officials are the most core and most powerful armed forces of the local lords, the same is true for the tax officials in Evande City. He was wearing heavy armor, with a source energy gun of the same style as the military on his waist, and his head was completely covered by a helmet, and his whole body was like a can of iron.

"Xiguang Orphanage is right... ready to pay taxes."

This steel giant, who started at least half a ton, stood at the entrance of the orphanage, flipping through the records in his hand, and his tone was indifferent: "To be paid 94,000 imperial coins, 67,000 imperial coins have been paid, and 27,000 imperial coins are still needed."

"Take it out now."

Unlike mercenaries like Maras, tax officials are a direct manifestation of the violent will and authority of the nobles. Not to mention that Seneca's demonized ability cannot have an effect on people with helmets, even if he can, he will not dare to attack the other party.

So the young man who worked hard all night, who was not sleeping can only lift his chest and cheer up and greet him: "Don't you say that the tax is bright and paid in one month? Why is it now..."

But the cold voice interrupted his words: "What, do you still want to delay time?"

Even after his eyes were placed on the helmet like this, Seneca could still feel the contempt and impatientness of the tax officer in cold words: "Can you demonized and miscellaneous, can you really afford the tax? Or do you think you have no money now and can make money in two or three months?"

The steel giant looked down from a high place. He scoffed and looked around the entire orphanage and mocked: "To be honest, your professor has died long ago. What do you know how that alchemy professor valued you demonized little guys, who have no breasts and no butts."

"What a good master, but because I took you in, I lived so hard, it was a brain problem."

Speaking of this, the tax officer lowered his head and looked at Seneca. He thoughtfully said, "Well, but the big guys do have some inexplicable hobbies... Hahaha, he is dead anyway, and you can't pay the tax."

Uncovered ridicule sounded, but he quickly regained his original indifference. Wherever the tax officer's eyes swept, all the children could not help but take a few steps back. Only Aunt Dariya walked forward angrily, like an egg-protecting hen, protecting the trembling child behind her.

But he didn't care, he just shook his head: "Don't think too much, the man will go to the mining area to mine early to make money, and he can also contribute to Count Alvind early."

"As for the woman, well, there are so many sick people? Then we can only deal with it to avoid contagion... It's really a waste of life."

With wanton evaluation, the tax officials enjoyed the feeling of the life and death of others in their own hands.

But he felt a cold threat.

No, it's not just a trace.

Almost all the children were staring at him with deep hatred.

At this moment, the tax officer suddenly remembered the origins of these children.

They were all orphans picked up by Professor Svetre from the wilderness in various places four years ago during the severe drought and famine in the southern city-state...

Most of the timid and cowardly children died at the beginning of famine and were eaten as food.

And the children who can survive, no matter how harmless they seem on the surface or how weak they are... they are the ones who can survive the famine and chaos that Professor Svedree picked them up!

"Hmph... forget it today."

The tax official turned his mind like a lightning move, and he knew very well that things should not be forced too much. After all, these people are children, and they are still children with demonized diseases. If they really get angry, they will not be rational like adults.

Especially if you accidentally get infected with demonization, it will be more than worth the cost.

Thinking of this in my heart, the tax officer thought cautiously: "Tomorrow, bring the team here...I have said a long time ago that the demonized people cannot enter the city, they are all too dangerous, even for children."

But just as he was about to leave.

An emergency notice suddenly came from the communication array built into the armor.

[All departments should pay attention to entering the B-level alert state.]

"What's going on?"

The tax officer was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why this alert state was initiated: "Level B alert... Could it be that an uprising army would attack the city?"

But soon, the following notice answered his doubts: [The sentry observed that in the northwest, there was a very shabby mobile warship approaching us at a very abnormal speed!]

[The Earl ordered him to ask for the warship.]

at the same time.

It is indeed broken and old. I am afraid that there are not many warships in the entire Aion world that are older than it.

“Where is your destination?”

The voice of the half-goddess at dawn came, and her tone was filled with a hint of doubt: "It...it seems to accumulate a lot of anger and hatred in this city, and these emotions are aimless... In addition, there is also a great malice against us."

"I rarely saw such emotional accumulation in the previous few epochs," she commented.

"Yeah, that's it."

Standing at the top of the research ship, the oncoming wind made the man's clothes rush. Su Zhou stared at the city in front of him, which was as huge as a mountain but carried on an artificial base, with the shadows of the city and the world reflected in his eyes.

He saw several smaller mobile city-states connected to the city, guarding like satellites, looking magnificent and magnificent.

“I just want to pick up those kids.”

But the man just shook his head lightly, and he said indifferently: "Anyway they are, whatever their malice, or their anger or hatred."
Chapter completed!