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Chapter 437 Wanderers

Today's Wildo, since he left the Wood and Stone Clan, has been wandering in the Kingdom of Calrond for many years. He keeps changing his name and costume, and he is not much different from a lonely ghost wandering in the wild.

He lived a wandering life, and he could only live a wandering life. Back then, he left the clan because of anger, and became what the dwarves often called a "wanderer".

A wanderer means someone who has left or lost their clan for various reasons. This word is not the same as the refugees or beggars that people often say. In the dwarves, a society that values ​​​​clan blood, this is a very miserable name.

When dwarves swear, calling someone a loafer is more aggressive than calling someone a hooligan. The intensity is second to none even among the dwarves who are so hot-tempered that they talk about other people's parents.

Losing the clan not only means being homeless, but also means that the entire kingdom has no home.

The clan bears the birth of a dwarf, and also the death of a dwarf. When the wanderer dies, there is no place for death in the true sense.

In addition, the clan also bears the social status of the dwarves. Wanderers without social status are spurned by others. No one dares to hire them to work because there is no guarantee. The dwarves often think that the men among the wanderers are beggars and robbers, and the women are prostitutes and thieves.

And Wildo, as a male wanderer, often has to make a living by stealing, which can be said to live up to expectations.

The long and unmanaged beard drooped down, and the depressed Wildo knocked on the table in front of him irritably.

Over the years, in addition to stealing, he also made a living by tinkering with some small machines.

Most of them were machines that Wildo had learned from the Book of Mechanics. His most successful business was selling a steam ball to a child from a clan related to craftsmen, which bought him half a year's worth of food.

And soon, he invested this large sum of money in the prostitutes near the temple.

The social structure of dwarves is not the same as that of humans or three-eyed apes.

Humans and three-eyed apes have long regarded sacred places such as temples as the only pure land, where no base desires are allowed to set foot in, only sacred things are allowed, and greed, sexual desire, filth, etc. must be isolated from them.

But the dwarves are different.

Perhaps it is because this race is inherently vulgar. In the traditional concept of dwarves, childbearing is the continuation of the clan and the top priority of everyone. As for who the parents are, that will be discussed after childbirth.

So... It is normal to have prostitutes near the temple of the dwarves, and trading with them is called a "sacred wedding".

Having said that, it is morally dishonorable to invest what little money is left in fornication.

But Wildo doesn't care about morality anymore. As a wanderer, he can live a day is a day.

The young dwarf stood up, intending to find a prostitute to vent his anger, but he touched his trouser pocket and found that there were only a few copper coins left in it.

He was out of money, and the money would last a few days at most.

Wildo rubbed his hands, and he looked at the machine he was tinkering with.

That machine is still a semi-finished product, and it may not be sold yet. When it is sold, I guess I will starve to death.

With this in mind, Wildo decided to start his own business.

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On the streets of the city, pedestrians with a height of one meter come and go. Some of them are bright and beautiful, and some are dressed in coarse linen. In the flow of these dwarves, giants as tall as hills pass by from time to time.

There was a young dwarf hiding in the shadows, staring at the passers-by with shadowy eyes.

A whole half a day passed, but he still couldn't find anyone who could do it.

It seems that there are too many wanderers like him in this city, and everyone is vigilant. Even though Virdo boasted that he has great stealing skills, he still got nothing.

Wildo sighed deeply, stroked his beard, his heart was full of frustrations that could not be vented.

"...I have to leave here and change cities."

Wildo said to himself, for a wanderer, it is very normal to live without a fixed place and wander around.

Just as he was about to lower his head and think about where to go next, Wildo was suddenly awakened by a high-pitched sermon.

Wildo turned his head suddenly, and saw a group of dwarves dressed in plain clothes at the edge of the square. They were preaching loudly on the high platform that had been built, about the Lord and God, and about the relationship between Heris and who. Looking at them, they seemed to be different from the priests in the temple. They were poorer.

Many pedestrians stopped there, listening to the sermons of the preachers.

After listening for a while from a distance, the young dwarf remembered that those people seemed to be true believers. They worshiped the Lord, but unlike the traditional priests of the dwarves, they did not worship Heris, and they only had blood respect for the latter.

Due to similar beliefs, these true believers did not have much conflict with the local priests, and in many cases, both sides would help and rescue each other.

Even if there are contradictions, most of the time they are not made public and cannot be on the stage.

The reason for this friendly relationship between the two parties may be traced back to the creator of the dwarves, Heris, the god of mountains and craftsmen, who revered his father.

Wildo looked at the group of true believers, who were distributing food while preaching.

"These people may seem simple, but they must be very rich...otherwise, how could so much food be sent out.

Guaranteed to secretly go to carnival and enjoyment at night. "

Wildo speculated maliciously, and a moment later, a slightly bold idea popped into his mind.

Since I am short of money...

Why not pretend to be a catechumen who is curious about the true religion, in exchange for their trust, and finally get mixed up in it, and take away all the money of those priests and monks?

This is a bold idea, a vicious idea, but the rogues don't care about so much. They are the outcasts of the dwarf race, the insulted and abandoned people.

Thinking of this, Wildo rubbed his hands like a fly, his eyes full of greed.

He took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the group of preachers from a distance, slowly squeezed into the crowd, stood as close to the front as possible, and skillfully disguised an admiring face.

That callused hand lurks in the shadows, just to steal enough money from the preachers to squander.

(End of this chapter)