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Backlund, East Borough.
Having disembarked from the carriage some distance from East Borough and begun walking, the three finally arrived at this place where countless people from the lower classes lived.
If other areas of Backlund gave one the impression of spaciousness, cleanliness, and prosperity, then the East Borough, apart from being dirty, messy, and poor, likely had no good words to describe it.
"They… how can they just sleep on the ground like that?" Standing beside a building in East Borough, Audrey looked in shock at the homeless people curled up in a corner not far away. There were men, women, old, and young among them, all huddled together.
It was already November. Although November in Backlund was not particularly cold, sleeping outdoors in such weather still made it normal to not wake up again.
"Because they have no choice. They have nowhere else to sleep, and even being able to sleep here for a while is considered lucky for them," Lin Ruo said softly, his gaze deep as he also watched these people.
Regarding the housing problem of these wanderers in East Borough, Lin Ruo naturally had corresponding measures, but unfortunately, just like distributing food, it was still a drop in the bucket for the people of the entire East Borough.
He could help some people, but only some people.
"Lucky? What's lucky about this?" Viscount Glaint asked in surprise.
Audrey seemed to have thought of something, bit her lower lip, and fell silent.
"Kingdom law does not allow homeless people to sleep outside, but they also have no place of their own, so they can only find a corner to sleep for a while when others are not paying attention. But often, they are driven away after not sleeping for long…" Lin Ruo looked at Viscount Glaint and replied.
Just then, a police officer from East Borough, wearing a black and white checkered uniform, carrying a short stick, and with a pistol holstered, walked towards them. He had clearly spotted the group of homeless people lying on the ground and shouted from a distance, "Hey, you guys, get up…"
While shouting, he also swung the short stick in his hand as he approached.
Some of the homeless people in the corner quickly got up when they heard the sound, while others remained lying on the ground, either asleep or unwilling to get up.
The result for those who did not get up was, naturally, a beating with the short stick.
"This… how can this be…" Viscount Glaint had clearly never seen such a thing. His sense of justice flared up, and he immediately wanted to roll up his sleeves and rush over, but Lin Ruo held him back.
"Rudy, why are you holding me back? He's hitting people! Aren't you usually the most sympathetic to those people?" Viscount Glaint asked in confusion.
"He didn't really use force, and he's only doing his duty," Lin Ruo shook his head and said.
Were the homeless people wrong? They just wanted to rest.
But was that police officer from East Borough wrong? He was just doing his duty.
Lin Ruo was very clear about this, so he just watched this scene, quietly watching, and only after all the homeless people had dispersed did he turn around and say, "Let's go, let's go see other places."
To see the other side of this world.
To see all this distortion.
…
Forsaken Land of the Gods, still shrouded in deep darkness, still the outskirts of the abandoned True Creator temple.
The City of Silver exploration team seemed to have just arrived here. Everyone was carrying animal skin lanterns, walking cautiously in this dangerous area.
Derrick, holding the Unshadowed Crucifix, walked beside Colin Iliad. He looked left and right, and although he didn't detect anything amiss, he still prayed to The Fool in his heart.
This was something Chariot had instructed him to do: regardless of whether he noticed anything wrong, he should remember to pray to Mr. Fool in time after arriving at the outskirts of the Fallen Creator temple.
And above the Gray Fog, sensing Little Sun's prayer once again, Klein, who was checking the situation for the second time, glanced at the crimson star representing Little Sun and fell silent.
Although it was very blurry, Klein could still make out that Little Sun's current location seemed to be the same as before?
But hadn't they all entered the temple? Had they come out?
Although due to spiritual energy issues, he had only paid attention for a short while last time, Fool Klein, who was very sure that Little Sun had previously followed the others into the temple, fell into deep thought.
He decided to watch a little longer this time to see what was going on.
In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Derrick, holding the Unshadowed Crucifix and carrying an animal skin lantern, had already joined City of Silver Chief Colin Iliad in that partially collapsed temple.
Upon entering the temple, the first thing that entered everyone's sight was naturally the statue of the True Creator, but before Derrick could look up to examine it closely, he heard the Chief's voice beside him:
"Don't look at the statue's face. This might cause some unpleasant changes."
Derrick quickly stopped his action.
Because the temple was very large, they naturally had to split into groups for exploration. Derrick was not assigned to the Chief's group but explored the temple with another teammate. Soon, Derrick arrived in front of a wall covered with murals.
Derrick examined the mural. At the very top of the mural was a huge, pitch-black cross, from which a blurry shadow hung.
Below it was a plain, with a long procession on it. This seemed to be a procession composed of Fallen Creator believers, as Derrick saw some people kneeling and some praying devoutly on the mural.
However, the faces of these believers were all blurry; the only one clearly depicted was the person at the very front of the procession.
It was a tall, slender man with silver hair reaching his vest.
This man had soft features, his head bowed, eyes closed, and layered wings of light behind him.
Angel of Fate!
The Angel of Fate Mr. Chariot had mentioned!
Derrick looked at the man in the mural, inevitably feeling a bit excited. Just then, he heard the Chief's voice from beside him:
"What did you find?"
"An angel, this one seems to be the Angel of Fate from the records. Uh, I saw a description of Him in an ancient book," Derrick replied, glancing at the Chief who had appeared beside him at some point.
"Angel of Fate…" Colin Iliad paused. He looked at Derrick, said nothing, but seemed to have thought of something. Then he also examined this mural, his gaze falling on the very bottom of the mural.
That was a river, a river trampled under the Angel of Fate's feet, a river that connected its head and tail.
"…The Tail-Devourer, Ouroboros."
He seemed to have thought of something and frowned heavily.
"Chief, is something wrong?" Derrick asked curiously.
"I suspect we may have stepped into a river that cannot be left, a river that connects its head and tail," Colin Iliad said solemnly.
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