"How cruel!"
At the sight of the black-clad person's face, all three sucked in a breath of cold air. Judging by the lofty peaks that remained prominent even as she lay flat, this had to be a woman with an excellent figure.
But eight hideous wounds marred her fair face, utterly destroying her looks.
"She seems to still be breathing. Should we take her back to the slums?"
Fick reached out to check the black-clad woman's breathing. Finding that she seemed to still be alive, he turned to ask his two companions.
Nicole and Yuri both nodded in agreement. Fick bent down, while Nicole and Yuri helped lift the black-clad woman so he could carry her more easily on his back.
One man and three women staggered toward the outskirts of Senluo City through the torrential rain of the night.
Five days later in the dream, it was only evening, but the sky was already dark. Before long, a light drizzle began falling from the gloomy heavens.
"Honored sir, please have mercy! I haven't eaten for days!"
A little over a hundred meters outside Senluo City, seven or eight ragged refugees begged the well-dressed passersby for food, their manner utterly humble.
Nicole was one of them, and her luck seemed a little better that day.
A passerby gave her two loaves of bread. As soon as she received them, she divided them into four portions, sharing them with Fick, Yuri, and the black-clad woman who had joined their ranks just two days earlier.
Seeing the girl's bewildered expression, Nicole gently nudged her. "You need to say something too. These nobles won't give us food unless you say something nice. If you don't want to starve, this is what you have to do!"
This black-clad woman was the one Fick had