The slums of Kalmar City.

Unlike the chaotic and bizarre buildings around, the aid house established by William is much cleaner and tidy.

A three-story building was wrapped in a wall made of blue bricks. On the open space in front of the building, there was a human-shaped statue of people who were tall, wearing a cloak, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, looking at the distance with a solemn face. It was William's statue.

Through the gate outside the wall, you can also see this exquisite statue at a glance. At this time, the statue itself is also busy in front of the gate.

A long table was already placed in front of the yard, and a group of people went in and out of the yard, moving steaming large pots and large basins filled with bread to the table.

The management of the Almshouse was mostly drawn by Sherlock from Sihai Trading Company, while the grassroots staff were basically locals, mostly women. Women in slums were forced by life and often had to laugh. Being able to work in the Almshouse is already a very good source.

William originally thought that women were doing relief and charity reception work was better, and the facts proved that this was true. However, some villains like to gossip, but William is not a real charity. After he ordered people to hang two random guys in private, the rumors disappeared without a trace.

William, who came to the Wells House to inspect, rolled up his sleeves and worked with the staff. His physique was naturally much stronger than the group of female workers in the Wells House. He could only move the pot with difficulty, so he moved it at will. In the end, he saw him busy and almost completed most of the work alone.

William casually activated a little of the devil's ability. The steam formed water droplets when it was cold and pressed against his forehead, making him look like he was busy and sweating.

Seeing this, several female workers took out their handkerchiefs and wanted to help William wipe his sweat, but were stopped by the vice dean.

A large group of ragged poor people gathered in front of the aid house. These hungry people stared at the bread, potatoes and broth on the long table. However, under the surveillance of a group of strong men from the Morgan Pirates around, no one dared to go forward and rob. They all lined up in a few lines according to the instructions, with the old and the weak in the front.

William personally took the spoon and distributed food to the poor people who came to receive the food in front of one of the teams, one piece of bread, a whole cooked potato, and a sparse bowl of broth with only sporadic oil and water.

The people who received the food were grateful. The old people who received the food were already leaning against the wall of the aid house, squatting or standing up to eat. This was not the first time many of them came here. They had some experience and knew that they could not leave the vicinity of the aid house, otherwise the food would be robbed. There was a Morgan Pirates monitoring it here, and no one dared to do such a thing.

An old man with thin hair and a hunched back was greedy and stuffed food into his mouth. From time to time, he raised his head to look around. His right eye socket was empty, and his right hand was missing a few fingers, which looked very miserable.

After eating, the one-eyed old man licked his lips, looked left and right, and suddenly sobbed. Several old men around him were infected by him and cried softly, which quickly attracted the attention of the people around him.

The deputy director in charge of this ailing house is named Honore, who is thirty or forty years old, slightly bald.

As for the dean, it was naturally William, but he just had a name, and the deputy dean who actually handled his daily work was the one who handled the daily work.

Honore also worked as a leader William. After hearing the crying, William put down the spoon and came to the old man. Seeing this, he hurriedly followed him.

"Old man, what's wrong?" William asked casually.

"Sir," the one-eyed old man saw William and knelt down with a thud, and said in tears, "You are our savior."

William was shocked and regardless of the mess, he hurriedly stepped forward and helped the old man up: "Old man, get up quickly, I can't bear it."

"How can't I bear it?" the one-eyed old man stretched his neck and said loudly, "I am old and can't live long. There is nothing I can do for you, but as long as you have a command, even if I sacrifice my life, I will repay your kindness!"

"It's not like this." William kept saying.

Honore, who was standing by, also echoed loudly: "Old man, our dean doesn't want you to repay you to build these well-being houses to help the miserable families who can't afford to eat in the slums."

"What? Spend all your money!?" The one-eyed old man screamed at the top of his lungs.

William frowned slightly.

Honoray paused before replying: "Of course, the Abbot and these foods, the palace men did not assign Bailey, all of them were our dean's own money."

"Sir," the one-eyed old man wanted to kneel down for William when he heard this, but was held back by William and couldn't kneel down. He said loudly: "I don't want to repay you for your kindness, are you still human?"

William sighed, "I can do too little."

"You have done too much. Those senior officials and men have never looked at us for a long time, let alone care about our lives or death," the one-eyed old man shouted hoarsely, "I wish they could all be like you, or you could be more responsible for managing the work in this city."

The poor people around agreed.

A touching scene was being staged here. A man in the queue saw William missing in the front of the team. He finally couldn't help but take a potato from the table quickly. No matter how hot it was, he stuffed it into his mouth.

The crew of the Morgan Pirates who were watching on the side discovered it. The two of them rushed up and dragged the man out of the team. The man was so hot that he was so hot that he cried, but his cheeks were still bulging.

Seeing that the crowd was attracted by this scene again, William and Honore returned to the table. Seeing that no one was paying attention around, the one-eyed old man patted the dirt on his knees and left quietly. Several old men followed him and left.

When he returned to the long table, William attached himself to Honore's ear and said something. Then William distributed food to two groups of people at the gate of the aid house and left. Later, people heard that they had not been able to see the president of the aid house with their own eyes, and that it was a pity that Mr. William, the great philanthropist, personally distributed food.

When the food was distributed and the front door of the aid house was deserted, the one-eyed old man appeared sneakily not far away.

Once William was away, he was too lazy to do anything else. He was so arrogant that he commanded the female workers to clean the long tables. When he saw him, he hurried over.

"Sir," the one-eyed old man smiled flatteringly, revealing his scattered teeth, "Today..."

"You and your subordinates' wages." Honore took out a small stack of Baileys from his arms and handed them to the one-eyed old man.

After the one-eyed old man carefully put it down, Honore continued: "Don't come again next time."

"Ah?" The one-eyed old man looked stunned, "Why, sir?"

When Honore saw his appearance, he was a little angry: "How many times have you been here? Many people already have an impression of you. When I come a few more times, everyone knows that you are acting. Also, I heard that you have sent someone to other aid houses to steal the show, and you are almost becoming a drama tyrant!"

"Just make a living." The one-eyed old man said awkwardly.

"It's better to improve your acting skills than to have this leisure. Our dean is very dissatisfied with your acting skills and criticize you for being too exaggerated." Honore said with his waist crossed.
Chapter completed!