"You must be wondering where I saw these problems in Faslanca, and I can say without hesitation that it was in Mink Street, a neighborhood made of black bricks and full of old medieval flavor."
"On the main road of Mink Street, mobile street vendors shout loudly on both sides of the block every morning, greeting passers-by. Since the block is very close to Prydz Harbor, it is only about 3 kilometers away. So the people coming and going are not only aborigines, but also travelers, minstrels, circuses, adventurers, etc.”
"An interesting phenomenon prevails here, that is, there are many people coming to Mink Street. Most of them are travelers from abroad. They will stop for a moment and carefully select the items on the stalls, but most of them will just become annoyed in the end. He covered his ears and left in a hurry, not forgetting to curse the profiteer at the end."
Using a brisk tone, Weinerson told the story of the vendors and travelers he had seen scolding each other, causing everyone to burst into laughter, and the serious atmosphere at first dissipated instantly.
"Faslanka, I once went there with my grandfather. The temperature in that place is not too cold, and the air quality is much better than that of Hutton Mar."
"Faslanka sounds familiar to me. Did you encounter a supernatural event some time ago? My friend works for MI6. He told me that Faslanka is not a peaceful place. Several people died due to the changes caused by the paranormal event. Thousands of people.”
"Is this the customs and customs of the Kingdom of Ghent? Oh my God, there are still such quarrels over goods?"
"Relax Beretta, the Kingdom of Ghent is different from us in Zambia. The people of Ghent appear to be gentlemen, but in fact they are stingy misers, stingy, cold and ruthless. This is a well-known thing."
After seeing the atmosphere become lively, Weinerson coughed slightly and continued the following story.
"Ahem, apart from this interesting phenomenon, it is actually more of an environmental sanitation problem. Perhaps more than 90% of you here have never encountered it."
Weinerson covered his nose and made a very uncomfortable expression and said: "In at least three seasons of the year, there will be a stench caused by blocked sewers. This stench mixes with the oil pan and comes out. The smell of fried bread, their entwining and fermentation one after another, formed another special and nauseating smell."
"But it's hard for you to imagine that this strange smell is what makes many civilians drunk and dreamy, because they know that after 9:30, the first batch of bread crumbs taken out of the oil pan will be dumped on the cloth. A trash can full of maggots, and this is the only food they can eat."
"Of course, the ability to eat crumbs is only possible thanks to the repeal of the Corn Act, otherwise merchants would not dump the crumbs in the grease when a pound of brown bread cost 6p or more. "
"On this street, in addition to these, there are bards singing every day, wandering organ musicians playing, and missionaries who come from nowhere explaining the mission."
"Beside this group of people, there are usually many beggars, children, and women with sallow faces and skinny faces. They are in ragged clothes and covered with oil and black stains, but they look extremely intoxicated and dance to the music, as if they are one of them. The elf is listening to the most beautiful words in the world."
"I once encountered such a thing. The day I came to school, I met a little flower-selling girl with ragged clothes, dirty skirt, and sallow complexion. She was holding a bamboo basket on her chest, surrounded by people. Several white roses from Faslanca, winter irises, blue-leaf vanilla from Orleans.”
"I stopped at that time, took out a white rose, and asked her how much it cost. She answered me 1 penny. Everyone knows that the growing environment of white roses is extremely harsh. As long as the temperature exceeds 3 degrees, they will slowly wither and wither. They cannot The average winter temperature in Faslanka is about 5-7 degrees, and when I took the rose out of the bamboo basket, the petals on it had not withered yet, which shows that the rose was grown in the early morning or at night. Picked from far away in the middle of the night, yet the value is only 1p!”
Wienerson selected parts of the scene in the slums of Minkstrasse and the experience of the little girl selling flowers at the steam railway station, and told them with true feelings.
He could clearly see that the girls present showed more or less sympathy and pity, especially those like Lilith, who even had ripples of light shining in their innocent eyes.
What a group of boys and girls who are easily moved... But what I said is considered the truth. Even I was almost moved to tears, not to mention the "audience" in the audience...
However, most of the gentlemen were not touched too much. Most of them remained normal, and some were even indifferent and disdainful. They should have already understood the situation of the poor, and some were the type who did not care about those with low status... Maintaining Nathan glanced around and continued:
"As for me, I am relatively lucky. I have the care of my brother and sister. They both have jobs. Their combined weekly salary is about 4 pounds. That's why I can receive a good education and have the opportunity to be classmates with you and become a Wright." Professor’s students.”
"Speaking of students, I was actually a failed art student at first. You must be very surprised as to why I, a failed art student, could come to an institution of higher learning like Honavitch University. In fact, it was a coincidence that I became A cleric, because of the guidance of extraordinary power, I finally came to the embrace of the God of Sleep and Crimson, and to Honavitch, who symbolizes crimson."
"I am lucky. Because I became a priest, I entered the university that many people dream of. However, there are still most people who can only look forward to it..."
As soon as the sound ended, Claudie Stevenson, who took off his hood to reveal short dark-blond hair, nodded appreciatively and was the first to raise his hands and applaud gently.
Then amidst warm applause, Weinerson returned to his place, and Claudy announced in a loud voice:
"Vinarson van der Rohe, a young man who came out of the slums, came to Honavitch step by step, and won first place in the entrance exam and points hunting competition in Honavitch."
As he spoke, he pointed to the huge dark red cross coat of arms floating above.
"The Sleeping and Crimson Gods love everyone in the world. Whether they are poor commoners or rich nobles, whether they are idiots on the roadside, illiterate people or knowledgeable professors, the Sleeping and Crimson Gods will treat everyone equally. Now the banquet has officially begun, what are you waiting for? , young guys, beautiful ladies, let us praise Crimson together!"
"Praise to Crimson!"
Almost everyone shouted this sentence together. Lilith was watching in rapt attention. She was suddenly startled, then looked back, pressed the corners of her eyes, turned her head and said to Karl:
"I just seemed to have seen a person appear on the holy symbol of the Sleeping and Crimson God?"
