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Chapter 194: The Homeless Man in the Capital

The Thanksgiving meal is a bit like the mass on the blue planet, but it is different from those who say eating wheat bread is eating the Eucharist and drinking wine is drinking the Holy Blood. The Thanksgiving meal here does not express gratitude to those who do not exist in the main material world, but only thanks oneself for the hard work in the past days.

At the same time, this is also a way for the Vatican to provide relief to the poor. Homeless and hungry poor people can receive free meals and hot water here, and there will even be priests to check their bodies and release holy light for them.

The Holy See believes that blindly helping the poor and giving them alms is quite unreasonable.

If they continue to do this, it will only wear down their will and make it impossible for them to become healthy people. At best, they will just be termites who can only ask for food.

Caesar went out before dawn today, which was Nellie's request.

When he arrived at the church, the sun had not yet risen. There was a light mist in the air and dew on the grass.

But even at such an early time, many people get up and start working on their livelihoods.

The place where the most homeless people gather in the entire capital is not in the slums of South City and West City.

In fact, the favorite gathering place for homeless people in the entire royal capital is the largest church in the royal capital - Orne Cathedral.

The reason is that there are bright lights, patrolling knights, and timed hot water.

In the dark and chaotic slums, even homeless people with nothing would be robbed, and the knights had no power to do anything about it.

The royal capital still has a fairly divided population - or rather, the whole world is like this, some people can enjoy delicious food every day, while others have to worry about their livelihood for the next day.

In comparison, Ornn is already a pretty good country. At least the system of turning people into slaves here is quite harsh, otherwise the situation of these guys would be even more difficult.

Although the Vatican would not provide them with food or anything else, it was enough.

If a homeless person unfortunately starves to death or freezes to death here, people from the Vatican will come to collect their bodies and pray for their souls to prevent their bodies from mutating after death and giving birth to dark creatures.

This was a pretty good ending for them.

As Caesar walked along, there were quite a number of homeless people huddled on both sides of the street, looking at Caesar with envy, vigilance or greed in their eyes, but due to the half mask on his face that symbolized his identity as a wizard, no one dared to step forward.

To be honest, I hardly ever see these homeless people during the day, but now their number is ridiculously large.

Why is this?

Soon, Caesar's doubts were answered.

Knights came in a line, with long, thin wooden sticks soaked in water on their waists. When they shook their wrists, crisp sounds were made in the air.

"Go away, go away!" they shouted, waking up some of the guys who were still sleeping.

The homeless people who were driven out didn't seem to have any special reaction, as if they had long been accustomed to such situations.

Caesar suddenly realized.

So this is how it works.

The master is kind-hearted and cannot stand the poor.

so what should I do now?

It's simple, just drive the poor away.

What a genius move.

"Oh, good morning, sir."

The leading knight saw Caesar looking at them and raised the stick in his hand to signal Caesar.

"Sorry to bother you. We will drive these guys away immediately." He said with a smile.

It has to be done quickly, otherwise those idle guys will go to the Knights to report them and accuse them of wasting the taxes they paid.

The grounds for the complaint were that the streets were clogged with homeless people and the knights were doing nothing.

"It's okay." Caesar shook his head and walked to the side of the knight.

This knight was actually a foreign knight. He looked very handsome, with bright red eyes, white hair, and long rabbit ears on both sides of his head.

He is a rabbit man, but he can become an officer in the Knights Templar. It is really rare.

"What will happen to them?"

Caesar asked curiously.

"It's okay. We just need to hide in the alleys. As long as we don't get on the main roads, the rest is none of our business."

The Rabbit Knight shrugged, looking nonchalant.

"At night when there are lights on, these poor creatures gather here like moths."

"Have there always been so many homeless people in the royal capital?" Caesar asked.

"There are a lot of homeless people everywhere." The Rabbit Knight spread his hands and said, "They are the kind of people who don't care about their own lives and always wait for others to help them."

When he said this, he chuckled and said, "Haha, wait, I'll see how long they can wait."

"Sir, if you are here for a Thanksgiving meal, please leave now and don't stay here." The Rabbit Knight reminded him, his ears swaying as he spoke. "These guys are not good people. Even if you are a magician, there will still be those brave enough to reach into your bag."

"There's nothing these guys wouldn't do." He watched the knights drive away the homeless and said, "A long time ago, when the lamps on both sides of the capital were not magic stone lamps, they burned oil."

"Some people will use rocks to smash the lampshade and steal the oil inside to drink. Even though it has become a magic stone lamp, there are still people who want to steal the magic stone inside and sell it."

"Okay." Caesar nodded: "I won't disturb you from working. I'll leave first."

"Yes, sir," the knight replied, "my name is Dawang, Dawang Tragens. If anything happens in this area, you can just come to me."

Caesar looked at their departing backs thoughtfully.

The knights were like shepherds, and those guys were like lambs, moving under the drive of the wooden sticks. It felt absurd.

"Meow."

A little head popped out from Caesar's collar.

It's a milk bag.

The little guy has grown quite a bit recently and is not far from the age to go into heat.

The amount of exercise it requires also increases a lot.

Since I have nothing to do today, I might as well take it out for a walk.

When we walked to the door of the church, we saw many people busy at work.

They were setting up tents and cleaning, a busy scene.

"Your Majesty Caesar, this way."

A respectful voice sounded, and looking in the direction of the voice, it was a heroic woman with short silver hair.

Caesar remembered him. He was the one next to Nellie, the saint whose ribs were broken by Nellie last time.

"Hello." Caesar nodded at her.

Fen walked in front, leading the way for Caesar, secretly observing His Majesty out of the corner of his eye.