Are you an Apostle?

The three of them divided the pork chop equally.

Mel Carlo shoved the pork chop into his mouth. It seemed to be a well-cooked pork chop, but it was covered in a lot of sauce and gravy.

The mixed flavors of various spices were quite good, though slightly strange. But with an empty stomach, any meat was good.

"Are you guys full? If not, I'll take you somewhere, but you can't tell anyone else." The chubby kid stood in front of Mel Carlo, smiling happily.

"Now?" Mel Carlo hesitated slightly. But if this chubby kid could eat so much to get so fat, he must have his own secret.

"Yeah, right now. If it were usual, it wouldn't be easy for us to sneak out at night." The chubby kid, barefoot, walked towards the distant street.

The catering industry in this city wasn't concentrated. Wherever people lived, there were usually restaurants.

Although he didn't know what was going on, his stomach really wasn't full. It would be good to eat a little more. The risk of buying food with stolen money was too high.

Exchanging silver coins for copper coins once or twice might be okay, but doing it too many times would be easily noticed.

Finally, they stopped in front of a restaurant. It wasn't a very high-class place. The chubby kid led them towards a small alley behind the restaurant.

"This is it, keep it down."

The chubby kid walked forward, reached into a slop bucket, and started rummaging around. Next to it was a huge kitchen waste bin.

Mel Carlo felt a sourness in his throat, wanting to throw up what he had just eaten.

He felt like beating up the chubby kid, but the kid was, after all, kind-hearted. For beggars like them, let alone other people's leftovers, they would even pick up rotten vegetable leaves that fell on the ground to eat.

Akai and Lily didn't feel nauseous at all. They just felt like there was more food to eat and eagerly joined the search.

"Is there something here every day?" Mel Carlo asked, standing aside.

"Yes, there's something every day, but before dawn, it will be collected by someone, so usually, you can't get any. If you don't go back before it gets dark, you can get a lot."

Mel Carlo still felt a bit disgusted. He had only been here for three days, and now he had to start eating slop? Were there any more miserable transmigration souls?

However, if he washed it, it wasn't entirely inedible. Maybe he would have to rely on this to survive during this period.

Mel Carlo also started rummaging through this kitchen waste. He could always find some unfinished food. Although it was cold now, it was still tastier than black bread.

The four of them didn't dare to go back. Instead, they found a hidden spot to sleep for the night.

The next day, the four of them were woken up by Scarface.

"Master Anke, is something wrong?"

"Mel Carlo, right? Come here for a moment, I have something I want to ask you." Anke's eyes were fixed on Mel Carlo, his hand resting on the short sword at his waist, very vigilant.

This demeanor made Mel Carlo nervous too. If this guy had really seen him stealing and decided to hide everything, then he should be here to kill him now.

Only the dead could keep secrets.

His thoughts raced, but Mel Carlo still followed. He would deal with whatever came his way. If they really intended to get rid of him, he could certainly use the wallet to resolve the danger.

It could be said that he had already made a deal with a merchant. If he couldn't leave this city safely, the merchant would take the wallet and the information about Anke instructing him to steal the wallet to the Duke's mansion.

The following conversation could not have any flaws, or he would be in great danger. Mel Carlo took a deep breath.

However, the Scarface man in front of him seemed even more nervous than he was.

"Have you ever seen a god?"

"What?" Mel Carlo was stunned. The question came out of nowhere. What god?

"Have you heard any divine instructions?"

"Why are you asking that? Is there anything about me that makes you feel very strange?" Mel Carlo was confused, but he still felt that the question was problematic. This was a fantasy world similar to a game, and there might be some similarities. Gods were usually the big bosses in later versions of the game.

The question was, was he that kind of person? He had a system, a half-baked system at that, and he didn't even know why he appeared in another world. Was it just good luck?

Mel Carlo thought a lot in a moment.

"One last question, but please don't kill me in the future, okay?"

"Okay." Mel Carlo nodded.

"Are you an Apostle?"

"I'm not very clear about what you're talking about. Apostle, what is that?" Mel Carlo didn't answer directly or deny it.

He really hadn't heard of Apostles, at least not in the game. But in some other games he played or movies he watched in his previous life, there were descriptions of Apostles, who were generally powerful beings chosen by God.

"Thank you." Anke was not satisfied with Mel's answer. Instead, his suspicion deepened.

Although Apostles only existed in legendary stories, he had truly seen one. When he was young, a dying child became an Apostle, and his immense power instantly destroyed the entire village. The scars on his face were not from a knife, but from wounds inflicted by the child's fingers.

The terrifying power left a deep impression on him. Before becoming an Apostle, that child was just a very ordinary orphan, bullied in the village. But with a sudden outburst, he killed everyone except himself. Later, the child disappeared.

One thing he was sure of was that the child who became an Apostle was definitely not dead, but was hiding in some corner of the world.

He felt the same when he found Mel Carlo. That sudden change, at first, he might have thought he had lost his memory or was possessed by a demon.

But now it seemed this child was more terrifying than he thought. In a short period, the gang leader had been sentenced to death. He was very sure that it was the child in front of him who stole the Duchess's daughter's wallet, but he wouldn't say it, nor could he.

"Master Anke, are you suspecting me of being an Apostle? Can you tell me what kind of beings Apostles are?"

"Apostles are proxies chosen by God in the human world, blessed by God, and thus possess terrifying power."

Seeing his seriousness, Mel Carlo asked, "Have you seen one with your own eyes?"

"I saw it with my own eyes when I was a child. The scar on my face was left from that time. In just an instant, an entire village vanished before me. The opponent just made a light gesture with their finger, and this scar was left on my face."

"He didn't kill you?"

"I know you might not believe my words. No one has believed me all these years, but everything I experienced is real. That child was my friend before he became an Apostle, which is why he didn't kill me." Anke's emotions were a bit agitated, which was also why he felt a certain fear towards Mel Carlo. That sudden calmness, and even the fear he displayed, felt like a pretense.

Others might have been deceived by Mel Carlo's appearance, but he wouldn't be.

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