Alien world

Chapter 940 171. Three Stories
"vomit……"

Francois, who had hurried out of the big house, vomited on the side of the road.

He tried his best...but the rat meat was filled with a strange and unpalatable smell, and even reminded Francois of the smell under the skirt of a woman with a very immoral private life.

"I didn't expect you would actually eat rat meat..." Lame Babu walked out with a smile.

As the night wind blew, Francois felt better and raised his head: "But I still vomited."

"It doesn't matter. You've proven that even a noble can eat rat meat. They no longer have an excuse."

"Don't say that name..."

Francois was about to gag again.

How do you describe the smell of boiled rat meat? It's like throwing unprocessed chicken, cow or sheep buttocks into a pot and cooking. It takes exquisite cooking skills and spices to cover up the stench. They have no spices other than salt, and only one chef who is good at cooking ingredients.

"Roasting it should cover up the stink."

“But the smell of barbecue is huge.”

"It doesn't matter. Rat meat is cheap. There's enough for everyone on this street to have a piece."

Francois and Lame Babu returned to the big house. The hooligans ate the food in pain, but fortunately no one vomited.

After observing for a while and making sure that no one felt unwell, Francois asked the chef to prepare wood and a grill to grill the rat meat again on the street.

Any meat tastes delicious when roasted, even human meat.

The aroma of sizzling roasted rat meat soon attracted half the people on the street. They had gone to bed early to resist hunger, and being awakened by the aroma made it even harder to fall asleep, so they gathered around the fire.

Those pairs of extremely hungry eyes made the Salted Fish Gang thugs holding weapons swallow nervously.

"Boss, do you want to chase them away?"

"No, share the roasted meat among them."

"Oh."

More and more residents learned that the place was getting hot and gathered around as the nights got colder.

Dar led his men to stare at the street corner, while Francois said to the numb-faced people: "I am here to help you. If you still want to eat, keep this to yourself and don't tell anyone anything if they ask you."

A woman with a worried look on her face said: "What if my family asks..."

This is what Francois was waiting for: "Then bring them here."

As time went by, almost everyone in the street came. The chef roasted the rat meat all night. Fortunately, this was not a very technical job. It only required boiling it once and roasting it again. The gangsters roasted the rat meat they bought and shared it with everyone.

Lame Babu did not go to rest. He stood by the campfire and slowly told the story on the flyer:

"A stranger came to the Morning Tavern in Liberty City and asked the waiter for a glass of tangle wine and how much it cost. The waiter told him: '15 copper coins.' The stranger was surprised and said, 'I bought 50 silver coins of tangle wine, why is it so cheap?' Is it possible that the local wine is all low-quality..."

"The stranger told him that this was a game in Liberty City. Everyone sitting in this seat had to pay for the previous guest, who happened to buy a glass of rye. The stranger immediately blamed himself for his previous dark thoughts and asked curiously: 'What if the previous guest bought the most expensive wine?' The waiter said: 'The people of Liberty City are honest and trustworthy. They regard this as a game of kindness.'"

"The stranger felt guilty because the tequila he ordered was expensive, so he took out a gold nar and said, 'Tell the next guest that I will buy him a glass of tequila.' This is the Liberty City, which naturally inspires people's good qualities."

The story of Lame Babu evokes a cry of yearning for a better future.

Then he told the second story:

"A merchant from the Kingdom of Rekanel came to Free City with his caravan to do business. He saw a long queue in front of the gate and it would take several hours to enter the city, so he went to the front and tried to secretly give the city guard some money to let him in first. The city guard flatly refused him and told him that he shouldn't do that. It turns out that in Free City, officials serve the citizens. Any citizen has the right to supervise officials."

"Uncle Bob, are you telling the truth?" a resident couldn't help but ask.

"Of course. Our Mr. Olme is a noble from Liberty City. He brought your food and herbs."

Lame Babu told the third story:

"In the winter of the first millennium of the Saint Laurent calendar, the Snow Mountain Fortress in the north was lost due to the betrayal of the Kingdom of Rekanel. Demons and ratmen marched south in large numbers, and countless civilians were displaced. On this day, Losey of the Guards Corps caught an old lady stealing from a bakery. According to the Free City Ordinance, she will be imprisoned after trial."

"In the Liberty City court, the judge asked: 'Madam, you stole bread from the bakery, right?' The old lady lowered her head, full of fear and cowardice for the future: 'Yes, your honor, I stole three pounds of bread.' The judge asked her: 'What was your motive for stealing bread? Was it because you were too hungry?' The old lady raised her head, looked at the judge and said: 'I am very hungry, but I need bread more to feed my two grandchildren who have lost their parents. They followed me to flee from the war-torn north and have not eaten for several days. I can't watch them starve to death.'"

After hearing what the old lady said, the audience began to chatter. The judge knocked the gavel and said solemnly, "Silence, I will announce the verdict. Madam, you have two choices: a fine of ten times the value of the stolen goods, or imprisonment for 10 days." The old lady said with a painful and remorseful expression: "Your Honor, I have broken the law and am willing to accept the punishment. But if I had money, I would not steal bread. And if I accept imprisonment, who will take care of my two little grandchildren? '"

"The judge's expression softened. He said, 'This is what I am going to say. The Laws of Liberty City are sacred and inviolable. They must be obeyed by kings and beggars alike. So you must be punished. But if you choose to be fined ten times the value of the stolen goods, I will pay this money privately. If you accept the punishment of being imprisoned for ten days, Liberty City will take care of your grandchildren for you.'"

"The old lady was so moved that she covered her mouth and said, 'This... is this true?' The judge nodded and said, 'Of course. If a person commits a crime for money, then that person is guilty. If a person commits a crime for bread, then that country is guilty.'"

"Wow--"

The crowd around the fire let out bursts of exclamations.

"Okay, the story is over, you should go back and rest." Lame Babu said as if he was coaxing a child.

Because of his prestige in the street and Francois, three stories away, people gradually dispersed and returned to their homes.

It doesn’t matter whether these stories are true or not.

What’s important is that hope has been rekindled in people’s hearts.

(End of this chapter)