The afternoons at Dreams are very leisurely, and the heaviest workload is usually from the evening of the first day to the morning of the next day, while Sheldon's working hours are only from 8:00 a.m. to 6:30 p.m.

The afternoon is lazy and comfortable. The temperature in the Vatican in spring is especially comfortable. The originally cold winter has gone. It is really fascinating to take off your clothes and embrace the bright sunshine in the afternoon.

Merlin and Martin were both sitting at the gate of the Dream Department and the Orc Management Department - now due to the merger of the two departments, a door must be opened for everyone to enter and exit.

The streets are very spacious and feng shui lively. Rich people and their wives often go out for a walk at this time, with top hats on their heads and parasols with white lace in their hands. The exquisite shoes on their feet give off a sense of wealth in the sun.

light.

They stopped from time to time, took out a few coins from their pockets, and threw them at the bottles and cans of the homeless people performing on the streets. The poor people in shabby clothes also smiled at them and did not stop talking in their hands or mouths.

manual labor.

Merlin kept staring at the monkey keeper on the other side of the gate, watching the monkey in his hand jump up and down on his head, roaring and making faces at him.

He was just a kid. So he giggled and kept clapping his hands.

Martin took the time to pull out a pack of cigarettes from his arms at the door of the Dream Department, flicked out one cigarette with his hands and feet, snapped his fingers, and immediately started smoking somewhat happily.

He was staring at the gate of the newly built Dream Department and the interior of the Orc Management Department connected to it. It seemed that everyone was infected with a layer of golden laziness and didn't want to move anything.

I didn’t expect that the Orc Management Department would undergo such a big change not long after the person I hired took office...

During ordinary conversations, Martin was able to learn a lot about silent magic from Sheldon beside him. Now he can create a wisp of fire at his fingertips without speaking.

This is very touching.

His current salary has been increased due to the further growth of Dreams. Although it is not much, it has only increased by two silver coins, but it can still buy something for the family.

Generally speaking, three copper coins can buy one pound of oatmeal bread. The monthly salary of an ordinary person is about twenty silver coins, which is two thousand copper coins. Two silver coins can do a lot.

After all, Martin's salary is also thirty-one silver coins, which means one gold coin and six silver coins per month, and his rent is four silver coins per month.

The cigarettes in his hand cost fifteen copper coins a pack, a total of twenty cigarettes...

As I thought about it, sorrow emerged from my own livelihood issues...

Martin frowned, smiled bitterly, and wiped his oily forehead with his hand.

The money that homeless people and street performers can get every day may be fifty copper coins, which is half a silver coin...

Martin, you are much better than a tramp, be content with what you have!

"Well, it seems like something was delivered..."

At this time, Martin saw several people not far away dragging a large iron cage, chatting, and walking towards him.

Looking carefully, there seems to be something inside this rusty iron cage——

"Hey, how lucky are you?" Martin looked at the white wolf-orc inside with a look of fun, but seeing its motionless appearance, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

What I saw on the front page of the newspaper was actually sent to me?

Of course Merlin saw it too, and saw it more clearly than Martin.

In his eyes, the magic power in this wolf-beast man's body was rapidly dissipating. Although the total amount of magic power was very small, under the state of visual magic power, this kind of snowball-like magic power and breath of life accompanied the streets.

The breeze dispersed quickly.

Dong lay motionless in the cold iron cage.

The iron cage was delivered quickly, and the sounds of those people chatting could soon be heard.

"Tsk tsk... Such a cute little girl is sent to meet some orcs, why not meet me! Look at her face and those little hands!"

"Yes, those beasts don't know what to do. If it were me, I would tear that dog in half with my bare hands on the spot!"

"If you drive away, you have to come back, and you'll be right there with your hot face and cold butt..."

"According to rumors, it's because those orcs can't live without us, and even the language is passed from us to where they are!"

"Really? That's really strange!"

Martin quickly moved forward, trying to get close. He handed over two cigarettes, but only one was taken away. The other man waved his hand to indicate that he did not smoke.

He pointed at the unconscious white wolf orc in the cage and whispered: "Is this the orc who attacked the princess at that time?"

"It is said that this is the younger brother of that beast, but they look weird, one is black and the other is white, haha..."

The man who put away the cigarette did not cover up at all, his eyes rolled and his saliva splashed.

"Then where are you taking it?"

"Go to the Orc Management Department to accept the next step of the process. Don't ask me, I don't know. We are just delivering goods."

"Haha, thanks." Martin chuckled and watched the two men dragging the cage towards the Orc Management Department hall.

Merlin stood up at this moment, moved his calves, and prepared to step forward to find out. Of course, Martin must do this for him, after all, his main means of transportation now is this uncle.

"Want to go take a look?"

"I think!" Merlin nodded and shook his lavender hair on his shoulders.

They quickly followed, passing through the not too dense crowd, and keeping a certain distance from the iron cage.

Finally, the two men dragged the iron cage to the front desk.

"Delivered?" The lady at the front desk raised her head, her eyes as if looking at an old rag.

"Yes." The leading man nodded, opened the iron door of the cage, and kicked down the cage.

The white wolf-orc's body immediately rolled out from the bottom of the iron cage, just like garbage rolled out of an overturned trash can.

It closed its eyes, its body was half stiff, and it lay motionless on the ground.

Its fur was covered in bloodstains scraped from rust and stained with dirty mud. Maybe part of it was its brother's blood.

The iron cage was quickly removed, leaving only the little orc lying on the cold ground.

A crowd of people quickly gathered around it, looking at it with appraising eyes, as if they were admiring a rare defective item among exquisite products.

It remained motionless, its chest did not rise and fall at all, and the blood at the corners of its mouth had dried up.

At this time, an unknown voice came from among several people jokingly.

"By the way, is it dead?"

A man kicked the stiff white wolf-orc cub, but it didn't make any move.

He had stopped breathing long ago and his chest had stopped rising and falling.

"It looks like he's dead." A man pinched his chin lightly and said in a pretense of trouble, "How should I deal with it?"

"What else can we do with it?" Another man sneered and mocked, "Are you going to wait for it to rot and stink? Of course, throw it away quickly! It's dirty to peel it off!"

This sentence immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Who threw it?" Everyone looked at each other.

"I'll go." At this time, the lady at the front desk stood up and walked forward with a towel in her hand.

She knelt down, quickly and carefully wrapped Dong's body with a towel, picked him up like a baby, and stood up.

"I'm leaving. I'll be back soon." The lady at the front desk lowered her eyes and muttered softly.

"Remember to throw away the towel and don't take it back!" As she turned and walked towards the small door on the side of the Orc Management Department, a warning came from behind her.

She quickly walked to the side door of the Orc Management Department, opened it with her hand, and stepped out.

It was at the end of an alley, damp, cold, and lifeless. There was a smelly trash can next to it. The purpose of people coming here every day was just to put out garbage and collect it.

She wrapped it tighter, squatted down again, and gently leaned the "swaddling clothes" against the solid but cold wall.

She finally stood up and took a soft, shaky breath.

She put her hands in her pockets and stared down, facing the thin, bloody, dead werewolf cub, and her breathing gradually slowed down.

"sorry."
Chapter completed!