I was forced to be the captain of the ghost ship by mistake

Chapter 247 Crying City
In places other than the Northern Continent, there is actually no strict definition of rest days.

Stop thinking of Sunday as a day off.

Government employees go to work, vendors work, and students go to school. Most of them are not much different from usual, but the city is particularly lively on Wednesdays every week to commemorate the God of Storms.

On the third Wednesday in February, which was the second week in Touf's stay in Narnia, he was very comfortable.

In other words, after using the new identity, living in the Qingshuiwan neighborhood is particularly comfortable.

The similarities between the city of Narnia and Baia are that they both emphasize the concept of community, divide the rich and the poor clearly enough, define the concept of the rich area and the poor area, and fully express the unevenness of the world.

In people's conception, as long as you work hard, you can live in a better community, free from violence and terror.

Even if it's just a distant thought.

Tu Fu likes to use the "Jack Sparrow" vest. The advantage is that a better life is at your fingertips at the cost of a little lie.

From the moment you step out of school, you should give up your previous thinking mode and lower your moral standard to be closer to the public, which can solve many troubles virtually.

The current Mr. Sparrow can kill people invisible with his mouth, and he can easily own a luxury house, steam car,

You can easily get tens of thousands of kroner with your mouth.

Lie to people, use social rules to live a good life, anyone will make the same choice.

"Ruth, you would never guess that I waited till the flowers withered."

Tu Fu, who had already asked the housekeeper to prepare his private car in advance, waited feebly for Miss Winster, who was still putting on makeup, and sighed inexplicably.

But you still have to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor in front of the servants.

The latter, on the other hand, had been dressed up beautifully in the dressing room for a long time, wearing a short lace skirt that exposed her calves below the knee, her upper body was fluffy at the shoulders, and there was also a lady's hat that must have covered the sun, which was great for a little girl.

"Yes, I once thought we were going to the lady's afternoon tea party." Tu Fu commented decisively, "But our destination is the Church of the Storm."

"Of course, devout Storm Cultists should go to church today."

Miss Winston, who had all the makeup on her face, was smiling like a flower.

She remembered that Tu Fu was a faithful believer of the Goddess when he was in Leeds, and he should become a believer of the God of Storms when he was at sea, and his flexible belief standards would not suffer no matter where he was.

Sophie held up her little skirt, tilted her head and made a virtual salute, "I think you will be willing to buy a few more skirts and handbags when you come back."

"Oh, 'bao' cures all diseases."

Tu Fu turned and left.

It is easy for both of them to buy another shopping mall with their current assets, but Sophie enjoys the joy of shopping with her even more, even if she doesn't buy anything.

"Whoa-"

All the way out, a maid opened the door, and the driver had already parked a Landis steam car at the door in advance.

It was also a means of transportation provided to him by an automobile company. The butler, Alfred, will act as a tour guide for this trip and introduce them to the fun places in the city.

"Sir, you should be more careful when you go out. Your previous actions actually violated some local rules. For the sake of safety, it is not too much to hire a mercenary team in your capacity."

Alfred opened the car door and kindly offered advice.

"Not at all, I don't think anyone will think of me again for at least a long time, a long time."

Tu Fu answered with affirmative tone.

The value of his investor Jack now far exceeds the value of the rich boy Jack.

As long as the local wealthy businessmen see the high profits brought by his business, then I don't know how many people will be willing to do business with him.

Not to mention trying to harm him, probably the Narnia government will carefully hold him in the palm of their hands,
Not to mention those lowly pirates.

The steam car drove slowly out of Clear Water Bay, and with Sophie accompanying him all the way, it wouldn't be so boring, and it was quite fun to play role-playing games in front of the driver and the housekeeper.

To build a good relationship with the members of the Church of Storms, Tu Fu naturally had two purposes. His status as a member of the Church of Storms with rich assets was undoubtedly a layer of protection.

The deeper reason is that he wants to know that the other party has all the middle-sequence adventurer materials.

His Sequence 7 potion is nearing the end of digestion. Sooner or later, he will have to get a high-level formula. Instead of touching an unfamiliar direction, he might as well start from here.

……

Today's Storm Church is extremely deserted, and there are only a few employees other than believers.

Tu Fu didn't care about this, he looked up at the statue of the God of Storms, a majestic and inviolable god, every time he looked at this statue, he would feel his own insignificance.

"The storm is upon us."

Tufu imitated the way of the believers to worship with heart, and confessed to the Lord what he was about to do in this island city.

After going through this process once, he was completely calm.

Just like a person who wants to do bad things, after worshiping the gods and God, he can feel at ease and continue to do bad things again.

"Sir, why don't you see Mr. Coady and the other church members?"

When preparing to donate money in a big way again, I noticed that Tufu was sparsely staffed, and asked the priest of the Storm Church specifically.

It was a very old priest, he greeted Tu Fu,

"According to the usual practice, they should go to Leicester Street today to do some charity work and fulfill the social obligations of believers for my Lord."

"charity work?"

"Save those who deserve it."

"I see, I love charity work, and without my participation such charity work would be in the dark."

Tu Fu's eyes kept rolling, and he decisively called Alfred's name in the next second, and then reported the place name: "We are going to go there now, the location is Leicester Street."

Mr. Housekeeper, who heard the name of this place, was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes showed a very melancholy expression.

"My God, that's the slum of Leicester Street. I would never recommend that you go there with Miss Dewitbuket. It's a place that makes your scalp tingle."

"It's just a slum, why make a fuss about it."

Tu Fu shrugged his shoulders indifferently, he had been to many places like this.

I have seen a lot of miserable scenes, so I am not as ignorant as I was when I first came here.

"It's not as you imagined, because of the anesthetic, do you know that Narnia has another common name besides the City of Paradise because of Lexington Street?"

"do not know."

Butler Alfred's expression changed several times, and he said solemnly:
"Crying City."

……

As the only steam car crossed the road in this small, dilapidated block of houses, there was only one piece of silence after another.

Not quite the same as Alfred's description.

Under the strong sunlight, the temperature of this tropical island is not low, which must be the same as other places on the island, but it is too quiet here.

There are people standing on both sides of the road, let's call them people.

They are skinny, with pale or dark skin covering their bones, and their sunken eye sockets are hollow and numb, like skeletons.

They stood hunched over the street one by one, like uncivilized orangutans sleeping.

Or curled up in a corner, collapsed on the side of the road, most of the time motionless, occasionally scratching the skin vigorously, and refused to let go until the skin was bruised.

They still have a weak vitality, and the only characteristic of being human beings is to keep breathing. The only clothes to cover their bodies maintain their last dignity as human beings.

Among the rubbish everywhere, some people who could barely move were trying to rummage for something.

If you are lucky enough to find something, someone will sneak up and use stones or other things to open the head of the lucky person.

But more people are sitting or lying quietly, maintaining the body's lowest calorie consumption.

There is an indescribable harmony in this quiet and strange picture.

"Drip..."

The car that Tufu was in was the only car here,
In fact, no rich guy wants to come here.

This street is like a quiet picture scroll.

The silence filled with tire tracks running down the middle of the road.

The car horn is the only overtone in this silent picture, this dissonant sound is incompatible with everything here.

Those "people" who were lying or standing raised their heads in unison and slowly after hearing the sound.

Hundreds of dull, numb eyes fell on the car, and their lips parted slightly, perhaps calling for help or calling.

Although not even a little sound can be heard.

But Tu Fu and the others who came here could vaguely hear sobs,

There were dense, faint sobs.

look up,
No one is crying.

But the city shed tears for them.

　ps: there are

　　
　
(End of this chapter)