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Gudao was even more bewildered. "Really? A Jewish merchant... could he really be that kindhearted?"

It was not that he did not want to believe in good people, but the historical facts were right there. Having run all over Singularities, he still held history in considerable respect, so what Hassan had said felt somewhat fantastical.

Hassan of the Hundred Faces said, "Let's go ask ourselves."

The three approached a resident. A similarly scrawny Hassan of the Hundred Faces asked, "Sir, I heard free dinners have been provided here recently?"

The man who heard the question wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and turned to look at the three people disguised as "men." "Yeah. What about it?"

Hassan of the Hundred Faces asked the question on all three of their minds. "Doesn't the Holy City distribute enough standard living supplies every month for a family to have three meals a day for an entire month? Even if only one person remains, they still receive a month's worth of supplies for one person. Why are you all gathering here to eat free dinners?"

Because the Holy City had the Holy Grail, its supplies were practically limitless. Supporting the people outside posed no burden at all, so it had always distributed supplies to the residents here. Aside from those summoned by the Lion King, Holy City soldiers were generally recruited from among these people as well.

The man smiled when he heard that. "We're grateful to the king in the Holy City, but for someone like me who can't find much work, if I can save on one dinner every day, I can sell those dinner supplies and buy the things I want from others. Besides, the dinner standards here are incredibly generous!"

Hassan of the Hundred Faces asked, "How