Roman also thoughtfully chose East District and Bridge District.
As an extraordinary wild person, although he has an official background, his outfit and figure are a bit too conspicuous.
Some of them are out of place like the North or West.
In the Beckland Bridge or East District, which has a large population and a chaotic management, it seems normal for me to be myself.
Roman had been to the Bridge District before, where people with different regional styles can be seen everywhere.
The Plateau people, the Bairan people, and the Fsak people are everywhere.
Although I have not been to the East District, I believe that the more chaotic East District itself seems more normal.
Or, in the East District, no one cares about you or not, people there are often trapped in the quagmire of hunger and poverty, and have no intention of observing others.
With this mentality, Roman leisurely took the carriage to the East District of Bakerland.
As soon as he got off the car, Roman discovered that he seemed to be out of place, not his figure or appearance, but his clothes.
Roman himself has never paid much attention to external objects such as clothes. He is comfortable to wear and convenient for fighting. The wide windbreaker on his body is not a precious fabric.
However, after getting off the car, the people Romain saw were already decent for their old clothes. Most of them were dressed in rags and pale faces.
When people see Roman who is "clothed in bright clothes", they will look at Roman strangely.
There were also some corners where the dark and malicious eyes fell on Roman.
Roman, who was carrying a sword box, never expected that he was different from others not because of his figure, not because of his upcoming dress, but because of his "glorious" dress.
Roman, who didn't know how to express his feelings, came to the "East District Housing Improvement Company" to find a suitable house.
After some field observation, Roman chose a single-family house that was relatively clean compared to the East Side, with a one-bedroom rent of 4 Suller and 8p per week.
Roman paid two weeks of rent and an equal deposit for a total of 18 sul 8p, which does not include the use of furniture in the house.
Because there is almost no such thing as "furniture" in the house.
Roman signed the agreement and came to the room.
Sitting on the somewhat worn wooden bed, listening to the creaking sound of the bed board being pressed by Roman, I recalled what I had seen and heard along the way.
Stumbled into silence.
Before arriving in the East, Roman never thought about what the life of the truly bottom-level poor people in the world would look like.
Even though I saw the description when I was reading it before, and even when I was sad and angry about the death of Old Kohler when I was reading the original work, it was just a description that was left in the text.
Roman never thought about what the so-called "pale complexion" looks like, and Roman never really felt what hunger felt like, whether in his past life or now.
The scenes I just saw were shocking Roman's heart.
Roman saw too many homeless people along the way, staggering in the streets and alleys, searching for everything they could eat in the garbage, even if those things could no longer be called food in Roman's opinion.
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At noon, Roman even felt a little ashamed after enjoying a luxurious meal worth 10 pounds in that luxurious Intis-style restaurant.
Even though the scene in front of me has nothing to do with Roman, even if the 10 pounds were obtained by fighting the pirates on the sea, there was no need to feel sorry for this.
Roman understood a little about what Rick Laien did for those "straw people".
The situation in front of you is a scene where anyone who has come from an era of peace and prosperity, has experienced education and does not have to struggle with food and clothing, will be shocked.
This is true for Klein, and I believe that Rossell was the same back then.
Roman rubbed his face hard and sorted out his mood.
Seeing that it was already late, Roman was going to find a restaurant to experience the food in the East Side.
Riding through the night, Roman came to a restaurant near his residence.
As soon as he entered, Roman felt the strong East District style, and the tables and chairs inside looked old and greasy, and even at dinner, there were not many people.
Roman came to the bar, ordered a few stews and two white bread, ordered a glass of "best" beer, and after paying, he took the food and found a seat in the corner by the window to sit down.
3 Suler.
While tasting the food on the plate, I observed the people around me.
Maybe it was because of Roman's dinner that was too "sourcing", or maybe it was because of his outfit that many people in the restaurant were also looking at Roman with strange eyes.
Somewhat unexpectedly, the food on the plate is actually not particularly unpalatable, but because the ingredients are not fresh and the seasonings are not rich, it looks a bit bad.
Roman was eating supper slowly while looking through the window at the crowd outside.
Most of them have a hungry face, and some are quite sober. They are residents of the East District, with thin figures and rushing in a hurry, perhaps rushing to the next workplace.
Some people looked numb, tired, and walked slowly and stiffly on the streets outside, looking for something to fill their stomachs. These were homeless people in the East District.
There are many women in the dark corners of the street, some young, some even look a little old, and they seem to be waiting for something.
Roman finished all the food in silence, walked out of the restaurant with his sword box on his back.
I don't know where to go, Roman walked slowly along the dirty streets of the East Side.
Even though Kong Wu was so powerful that he looked like he was very difficult to mess with, many pickpockets still focused on Roman who was "glossy" in "clothed clothes".
Of course, their every move, even their expression, cannot escape Roman, who has dark vision.
"Pursuant to being beaten up, maybe it's a price to pay for being beaten."
While sighing in his heart, Roman casually turned sideways, avoiding the hand that reached into his pocket just now.
Roman did not teach this blind pickpocket a lesson.
There are such people everywhere, such as thieves, pickpockets, gangsters, robbers, and Roman didn't think about going to take care of them, and they couldn't take care of them.
With this mentality, Roman walked through the streets of the East District. As the night fell, there seemed to be more and more people on the streets, until Roman saw a few men in the distance, and they were slapped at the children in front of him.
One finger pointed in Roman's direction.
Among them, a thin little boy shook his head and was slapped hard by a ferocious man.
Then, Roman saw the children walking towards Roman with a little fear.
Roman couldn't help but squint his eyes, subconsciously pinched the joints on each other with his left and right hands, making a clatter of clacking. This chapter has been completed!