I don't know how much time passed, but Oster opened his eyes and found himself lying on a shabby but clean bed.
There was a thick bandage wrapped around his chest, and the wounds on his body had been properly bandaged.
I remember that after he was rescued before, he quickly fell asleep due to his serious injuries. He didn't know where he was taken or how long he had been asleep.
He sat up, and there was a little black head beside him. The little girl was sleeping soundly on the bed. When she heard the noise, she woke up with a start, rubbed her eyes and said drowsily, "You're awake. Don't move around until your injury is healed. Lie down quickly."
After forcibly helping Oster lie down, the little girl yawned again and said, "Are you hungry? I'll peel an apple for you."
The apples were brought, but the girl was too young and had obviously been taking care of herself, not getting enough rest, and dozed off while peeling. While peeling, the apple fell out of her hands and rolled onto the bed sheet. The girl rushed forward and reached out to grab it, but her palm hit the broken ribs on Oster's chest;
Oster suddenly felt his vision go dark, screamed, and almost fainted again. The girl panicked and kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Are you okay..."
At this time, a tall man pushed the door open and said to the girl, "Marissa, with your kind of care, he will be injured more seriously."
The girl named Marissa said unconvinced, "That was an accident! How dare you talk to the hall master like that? It's so unruly!"
The man smiled, ignored her, walked forward, briefly checked the injury on Oster's chest, and said to him, "When I was treating the wound before, I found that your body has been overly saturated with magic energy. If you use it again, With magic treatment, body tissues may be transformed into a body that is prone to magic addiction like an elf. Fortunately, although the injury is not serious, your physical fitness is good and you recover quickly. You should be fine if you lie down for a day or two. ”
Oster looked around and asked, "Where is this?"
The man said, "This is one of our secret strongholds. Don't worry, it's safe. The officers and soldiers can't find it."
Auster looked at him and asked, "Who are you and why did you save me?"
The one who answered was the little girl, with her hands on her hips and said, "Just think of us as a gang of beggars. As for saving you, of course it's because you helped our hall master that day!"
After talking for a while, Oster finally figured out that it was Marissa, the girl he had rescued before, who was a member of the Beggar Clan. Seeing that he was in trouble, he led his gang to help. The man in front of him is the leader of the beggar gang, named Skal Exar.
As for Marisa, she is actually the leader of the gang at a young age, responsible for leading a group of pickpockets to steal for the rich and unkind, and to raise funds for the gang. That day, Auster was used as a shield by the rich man Kerston, and Marissa mistakenly thought that he and the squire were in the same group, so she took action;
Although later when Marisa was caught by the guards, even if Auster did not take action, the gang could rescue her; but for a thief he had never met before and stole his own money, Auster could help without hesitation. His demeanor and character are far beyond those of ordinary people, and he has won the respect of everyone in the Beggar Clan.
Skar said with a smile, "From that day on, Marissa secretly watched you fight from morning to night. She couldn't even pull you back, and she didn't even come back to join the gang. That day I saw you defeat eight Silas by yourself. She talked excitedly to us all night."
Marissa jumped up angrily and punched him, "Who told you to say this? Shut up!"
After a pause, Scar stopped laughing and said seriously, "Speaking of Silas Cole, the president of the Artists Guild who is causing trouble for you, we have been keeping an eye on him for a long time. This man colluded with the government to run rampant and bully the town everywhere. Artists and small traders. They also coaxed many homeless people to join the association, but actually forced them to sign a deed of prostitution and be sold into mines and farms as slave labor. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I personally executed him."
After saying that, Scar stood up and said to Oster, "There are still some gang affairs that I need to deal with, so I'll leave for now. Please rest in peace and recuperate, Marissa will stay and take care of you." After that, he leaned closer and whispered, "If she is If you are unbearably annoyed, you can tell the gang disciples guarding the gate and ask them to save you."
Marissa was so angry that she kicked his legs, "If you want to leave, get out of here and stop talking nonsense!..."
Seeing the two people, one large and one small, fighting and pushing each other, Auster felt quite relieved in his heart. The successive changes and blows these days have made him question whether what he has been doing is correct; now it seems that any persistence and good deeds are not meaningless.
After Skarr left, Oster rested in bed for about a day or two. With the treatment methods of this world and the physical fitness of Titan creations, the injury recovered quickly, and by the third day he was basically able to move freely.
During this period, Marissa took care of her every step of the way. She was very nimble at such a young age. She changed dressings, provided food, and scrubbed her all at once. It was just that he was a little overly concerned, and Oster was completely prohibited from doing anything without permission, even going to the toilet.
While Marissa left to prepare the meal, Oster tried to get out of bed and walked out of the room.
The room where he was recovering was in the basement, and above was a three-story wooden building with an inn sign. When I walked out and looked around, it looked like I was on the outskirts of the town. There was a hillside in front of the door and a hidden birch forest surrounding it.
There were several men dressed as beggars but with obvious military looks standing guard outside the door. When they saw Auster coming out, they all saluted him. The slender metal tubular weapons they held in their hands looked like some kind of firearms. The whole body was engraved with runes, and the firing device on the handle was also driven by a small magic circle.
After asking, the Beggar Clan disciples replied that it was called a rune gun, and it was one of the controlled weapons that the government strictly prohibited civilians from possessing;
"Mr. Oster, you may not remember me. That day, a few of us were begging on Central Street while monitoring the movements of the officers and soldiers. After being driven away from the shop by the squire, we passed by the food stall. Everyone else was afraid to avoid it, except you. Gave me two silver coins." A disciple said with a smile.
Oster remembered that it must have been the day he was eating hand noodles on the street and bumped into the demonstration, and it was also before Marissa stole his wallet.
He felt more and more that this nominal gang of beggars was not simple. With their equipment and level of organization, it was difficult to imagine that they were a group of beggars. Having such force and being willing to live a life of begging in abject poverty is an abnormal thing in itself.
But the other party claiming to be this way obviously had some reason for not wanting to attract attention. In every year of great disaster, when the people are in dire straits, the Beggar Gang will be a land of crouching tigers, hidden dragons. This is a truth that does not change in any world.
The beggar sentry named Pullman trusted Auster very much. Seeing that he was interested in the gun, he not only readily took it out and lent it to him for viewing, but also explained to him in detail the names and uses of each component.
Oster didn't want it, so he studied it carefully. It soon became apparent that this was not a simple piece of equipment, but a complex and sophisticated industrial product.
