The game I played came true

Occasionally some drunk people would come to the corner and cause trouble. After seeing the man, they would sober up, apologize and leave.

Speaking of which, the man is over two meters tall, right?From the induction, he is really big.

Although everyone looked scared when they saw him, the saint would feel at ease when he felt that he was by her side.

The pub is also fun.

The saint likes this kind of life a little bit.

Leisurely, gentle, with a novelty that I have never experienced before, and a gradually overflowing sense of security.

We went out as usual today and wandered around in the afternoon.

She met a little girl who had a broken leg like hers.

The saint gave her a gold coin. She was praised by the man, and she felt a little happy in her heart. She even thought about giving gold coins every time she met the beggar.

A little bit, she admitted, but a little bit, she wanted to be praised more.

The next day, when the man took her out, he started throwing branches into the sky for the first time in a long time.

"Go to the little girl with a broken leg that I saw yesterday."

Branches fell to the ground, guiding the way.

The saint was a little confused as to why she wanted to go again. Generally speaking, a gold coin should help the little girl live a good life.

Not long after, she saw the little girl.

She was still sitting in that corner, still dirty, still skinny.

The broken tiles were still in front of her, without any change.

She wasn't beaten, nor did she get better, as if she hadn't been given that gold coin yesterday.

After the man arrived with her, he stood aside without saying a word or making any movements.

The saint thought quietly.

She did give him the gold coins yesterday.

But the little girl didn't get better.

Was it snatched away?

She was not beaten.

Why is that?

The Saint is not stupid, but she has always lived in the inner church and seldom saw intrigues. When following the female warriors to defeat the Demon King, they were rarely in the town. Most of the time they were killing monsters in the wild and returning to the city for supplies. Then move on to the next stop.

The saint didn't have much social experience. Her previous experience was only to heal the people of gods, follow the female warrior to beat the monsters, and then continue to heal her teammates.

After thinking for a while, the saint couldn't figure it out, so she decided to help again. Since she failed the first time, she would just help again.

The saint left a gold coin.

Picked it up again.

She remembered the little boy the man had helped.

After picking up the gold coin, she put down a silver coin.

When I returned to the man, I heard words with some satisfaction: "You did a good job, let's have something delicious together tonight."

With joy, the saint spent the day.

The next day, the man still took her to find the little girl with a broken leg.

She didn't change places, she was still in the same place.

She was still dirty, still thin, and still had no scars.

The saint thought in confusion. This time she left a few copper coins.

The man still praised her, and he really felt satisfied.

The saint who should have been happy was a little unhappy.

The next day, she saw the little girl with a broken leg again, unchanged.

Her help had no effect.

【Is this still the case...】

The saint stood in front of the little girl confused, she didn't know what to do.

"Thank you... just one copper coin will be fine... thank you... thank you ma'am..."

The little girl was furious and thanked her seriously.

The saint did not put down any more coins.

This time she went to buy a loaf of white bread and placed it on the tile of the little girl with a broken leg.

The little girl immediately grabbed the bread and started to devour it. The saint placed another glass of water beside her.

"thanks, thanks!"

She thanked her excitedly, drank some water, and finished the bread quickly.

Since money can't help her, just buy food.

The saint wished she could eat enough.

"well done."

The man stood beside her, praising her behavior.

The saint looked at the little girl who had eaten enough, and she began to feel happy because of the praise.

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The next day.

She saw the little girl again, but instead of seeing her in the same place as before, she saw her far away.

This time she had bruises on her body, obviously from a beating.

The saint stood in front of her blankly, unable to understand and full of confusion.

She thought hard about the reason.

This time she put down a copper coin and bought a loaf of bread.

After she finished eating, the man was ready to leave.

When the saint was about to follow the man away, she grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"what happened?"

The saint's mouth bulged unconsciously.

She knew very well that the man must have a better way to help, and he also knew what all this was about.

But he just didn't say anything and just watched her wasting her efforts.

Now I ask her what's wrong.

The saint was a little angry unconsciously, and her mouth bulged like a puffer fish.

She grabbed the hem of his clothes and refused to let him go home again.

She is also a little bolder, because men are really easy to get along with.

"Want to sit here for a while?"

The saint nodded.

The man looked around and took her to a small restaurant.

The saint was a little worried. If she sat in the store, she wouldn't be able to hear too many sounds outside, and she wouldn't be able to sense the little girl's situation.

She wanted to observe the little girl and see the specific situation.

The man looked at the menu and said to her: "Don't worry too much. I'll keep an eye on the girl. We'll follow her when she's ready to go home."

The saint felt relieved.

As night fell, the man got up.

She followed him, and the two of them saw the little girl being thrown into a basket cart by a gangster. There were already many children with broken arms and legs in the cart.

Most of those with broken legs have both legs broken, and those with broken hands usually only have their left hand broken.

Their faces were numb and lifeless, and they were squeezed into the cart in a daze and were dragged away by the gangsters.

The saint felt a little unhappy in her heart.

She followed the gangster silently.

The man did not stay where he was, but walked to her side.

This made the saint feel at ease.

After walking for a long time, the gangster picked up a few children with broken legs and hands in various alleys and stuffed them into the cart, and finally returned to a courtyard.

The courtyard is at the junction of the slums and the civilian area. It is somewhat large, but overall it looks very dilapidated.

The saint stood aside, feeling silently.

One after another, more children were pulled back.

After that, there were many children with able-bodied hands and feet. They were carrying things, looking around, and quickly entered the courtyard with light steps.

The last ones to come back were some slightly healthy children. They returned to the courtyard covered in sweat and exhausted.

Not long after they entered, some girls were kicked out.

"Hurry up! Go to work quickly! There will be no ten copper coins tomorrow morning! No food! For a week in a row! Just go begging for me!"

A man's roar came from the courtyard.

Some little girls with ordinary clothes and some fleshy bodies were driven out of the courtyard.

After they gathered together and talked outside, they dispersed into groups and entered the alley.

The saint stood at the door of the courtyard, sensing the interior carefully.

There were more than a dozen ordinary gangsters inside. They had weapons on their waists and were resting casually in the courtyard.

Two of them were simmering a large pot of paste, which emitted an unpleasant smell that could be smelled outside the courtyard.

They gave spoonfuls of the paste to the beggars in broken bowls, and the beggars scrambled to eat.

There were many children with able-bodied hands and feet nearby who were handing in their harvests, and then a gangster recorded them there, and then threw some bread or meat to them.

Some children took it with smiles and happily returned to the big house in the courtyard. Some children did not gain anything and were beaten up by the gangsters standing nearby.

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The saint understood.

These gangsters take control of these children, use them for profit, and bully these children at will.

She pushed the door and walked in.

The gangsters looked over, and someone came when no one else was supposed to come, making them alert.

They saw the saint, wearing a white coat and platinum hair scattered on her back, elegant and noble in the moonlight.

How could such a noble appear here?

They were stunned for a moment, and then became more alert.

But there were a few confused gangsters who had never read a book and acted on instinct. After seeing that the saint was the only one, they greedily joined in.

Then they saw the man at the door.

The shadow-filled front under the moonlight is full of oppression.

These brainless gangsters also became calm and alert. Judging by their size, they knew they couldn't be beaten. They weren't really stupid.

The saint felt all this, and for some reason she felt a little dissatisfied with what happened to those children. She didn't want to see such ugly things that oppressed children.

After impulsively pushing the door open, she found that she didn't know what to do.

The door opened, but what was she going to do?