Chapter 619 - Don’t Do It, It’s One of Your Own (2/2)
He hadn’t eaten since morning, and in a little while, he intended to have some coarse grain shells… It was hard on the throat and hurt his stomach, but it would still fill him up.
Because he was a gnome, he didn’t consume much energy in the first place.
With a few silver coins in hand now, if he spent frugally, there would be enough to raise the children until they were over ten, when they could go and find work.
The thought of that filled Ragnar with anticipation.
He probably wouldn’t have to be so tired then.
Hearing that he had eaten, the little girl continued to ask carefully, “Then is it okay if I take this piece to Mommy?” “No.” Ragnar looked up and stared at his little daughter rather unhappily. “If you dare to take it to her, you don’t get to eat it.”
The youngest daughter dared not speak anymore and lowered her head to silently nibble on the bread.
After a while, both children finished their food.
Ragnar said, “Go to bed. Come outside with me tomorrow to find some work.”
The two little ones nodded vigorously, then obediently went to a stone bed and slept with their clothes on.
In the Netherworld, there was no difference between day and night. But people could roughly feel what time it was on the main plane based on their fatigue level and the instincts in their ancestral blood.
Then they’d sleep at about the same time as the humans on the main plane.
While the two children were asleep, Ragnar mended his shoes, then closed the door and went out.
He bought a large dark loaf of bread from a roadside stand, crossed several streets, turned down a few alleys, and finally came to a rather shady corner.
There were many beggars, spiritless and emaciated.
It was mostly old people and a few women.
Ragnar walked up to a dark, thin woman and threw the black bread in front of her.
The woman, who was almost skeletally thin, saw the black bread and immediately hugged it like a hungry dog, letting out a low growl to the left and right, guarding her food.
The surrounding beggars looked at the black bread, eying it, but no one dared to grab it.
“Take your time, it’s a mercy from your daughter.” Though Ragnar was short, even shorter than the human woman who sat in front of him, the expression in his eyes was arrogant. “I’m really happy that you’ve become like this.”
“Hahahahaha!”
Laughing loudly, Ragnar turned and walked away.
He had just stepped out of the alley when he saw a squad of city guards carrying a parchment and asking questions on sight.
Soon a large crowd had gathered next to the city guards.
He went closer to butt in and found a man drawn on it, very much like the merchant of the small caravan he had done business with not long ago. “This man on your painting has committed a crime, Sir?” asked Ragnar curiously.
“Of course. If you see this man, you must come and tell us. There’ll be a great reward.” The captain held up the parchment and slowly spun around, revealing the man’s face for all to see. “This is a murderer. He tried to assassinate our Queen. He’s vicious, so do not try to hunt him down alone. He’s extremely dangerous.”
After the explanation, the captain asked aloud, “Has anyone seen him?”.
Everyone shook their heads. Ragnar quirked his eyebrows and didn’t speak or step forward.
A little disappointed, the captain left with his squad, going to ask somewhere else.
Ragnar pondered as he began to walk back, passing a shadowy, deserted alleyway that was quiet and a path he had traveled often, for over a decade, without encountering any danger.
But no sooner had he walked in than he saw a man standing in the middle in front of him, holding a hunting bow and staring at him like a falcon seeing its prey.
Cold sweat ran down his face instantly.
He knew this man as one of the guards in the caravan.
Did this man catch him talking to the guards just now?
He turned to escape but saw that at the entrance to the alley, a black panther was somehow there, sitting crouched, like a statue that wouldn’t move.
It was clear to Ragnar that the black panther was a magical beast, a Master magical beast.
A terrifying creature that could bite off his throat with just one lunge.
“Sir.” Ragnar quickly turned around and knelt to the hunter in front of him without hesitation, his head hitting the ground with a thud. He was covered in a cold sweat. “Please don’t kill me, I really didn’t mean to give you up because I’m also a member of the Vampire Extermination Alliance. We should be allies.”
The person who stopped Ragnar was the Hunter Brazil.
He sneered, “I just inquired about the alliance. Almost everyone said that this anti-vampire alliance is full of heroes who are not afraid of death and have been fighting the vampires for hundreds of years. A spineless person like you doesn’t look like one at all.”
“If it were me ten years ago, I would definitely be just like you said, not afraid to die.” Ragnar looked up and smiled sarcastically, “But now it’s different. I have two children, and if I die, no one in this city will take care of them and they will die of starvation. It doesn’t matter if I die-nothing can happen to my children.”
Oh?
A little surprised, Brazil contacted Roland on the guild chat, and after a moment, he said, “All right, follow me. Our ‘boss’ wants to see you again.”