The night watchman looked very young, but he was unusually serious towards Father De Laro, as if he was several generations older than Father De Laro. "That thing has been here for a long time. If I find out that there is something wrong with you, don't blame me for not remembering our friendship."
"Your Highness Saint George, I really don't know where the monster is."
Father De Laro looked at the young night watchman with a bitter taste in his mouth. He slowly said, "You know... I... Twenty-six years ago, during the Gamma War, I was injured and retreated to the rear. I built a church here and adopted orphans. How could I possibly have the means to raise a monster? That monster..."
"Ahem."
Suddenly, the young night watchman interrupted Father DeLauro, glanced in Bruce's direction, and said softly, "Let the little boy from your church step aside for now. He won't benefit from what's coming next."
"Ah? Yes."
After hearing this, Father De Laro immediately reacted, walked towards Bruce, and waved his hand, signaling Bruce to leave.
Seeing this, Bruce suppressed his heart, which was beating fast due to the night watchman's gaze, and quickly took his leave.
Bruce didn't know what the conversation between the priest and George was like after that. His mind was now full of the look of the night watchman George, the look that seemed to be able to see through his heart and strike his soul.
“Hu~Hu~”
After returning to his room, Bruce took a deep breath. That arrogant look was still in his mind. It took Bruce a long time to get over it. It took him a long time to get over it and start thinking about what he had heard.
"The Gamma War 26 years ago... It seems that this Sir George is a high-level transcendent!"
Bruce excitedly summarized the news he had received. "But according to what the priest said, a monster should have appeared nearby... a monster that would be of concern to even high-level transcendents. However, I haven't heard of any casualties."
"But Sir George said that this monster has been in this area for a long time. If it is a monster, how could there be no movement?"
Since both his parents died in another world, Bruce yearned for the world of extraordinary people. He dreamed of becoming an extraordinary person and entering another world to find out the cause of his parents' death. Therefore, he seemed very concerned about the content of the conversation between the priest and George.
Suddenly, Bruce thought of something: 'The monster may not be a monster, but something else.'
"But what does this have to do with me?"
Bruce quickly gave a self-deprecating laugh, shook his head, and began packing his bag, not intending to continue imagining the news he had just learned. "The only thing that matters to me is that I have to be more careful when I go out next time, otherwise I might get killed by a monster."
Indeed, for Bruce, monsters and the like have little to do with him. The only thing he has to pay attention to is not to be killed by monsters.
In this day and age, the least valuable thing is human life. With the supplement of human resources from other worlds, the life of an orphan is just a cheap life. How could it possibly attract any attention?
Not everyone has a slogan like 'XX's life also matters'.
It was getting late. Bruce looked at the calendar and saw that tomorrow was a workday. After taking a deep breath, he fell into a sleepy sleep.
There is no way. He has to get up early tomorrow to face reality. Now, sleeping is the only peaceful moment for him.
If the Dream Apostles had not rarely recruited members, Bruce believed that he would definitely become one of them.
......
Bruce slept well overnight. After all, he was in the church of the Church of Eternal Night and would not be disturbed at all. Therefore, Bruce had enough rest and could work better.
Bruce's work location is not fixed. On weekdays he needs to go to a store in the slums to take some temporary orders and do some odd jobs.
There were odd jobs like cleaning up the shop, doing homework, delivering something, bringing messages, etc. Of course, there were also occasional jobs to help the gangs clean up their messes, and the money earned from that kind of work was quite good.
Nowadays, gangs are dealing in products from another world, which makes a lot of money. Working for them will naturally earn you a lot of money. The only disadvantage is that it is easy to be caught by the police.
Of course, if you get caught by the police, it’s no big deal because you’re a minor and you’ll be locked up for a month at most. And because of your detention, the gang will give you more compensation.
In some ways, Bruce actually felt that the gangs were more generous than the government.
"Old John, what work do you have today?"
After arriving at the designated shop in the slums, Bruce yawned, looked at the shop owner, and said impatiently, "Don't recommend me things like pet recruitment and express delivery that pay little. I need a lot of money right now. Recommend me something that pays quickly."
Bruce wants to go to college, which requires a lot of tuition fees, but he knows very well that this is just a luxury. However, everyone must have a dream, and what Bruce needs is the dream of saving money.
"Well, yellow-skinned boy, you are different from usual today. You actually want to make a lot of money."
Old John laughed a few times and then said bluntly, "The Viper Gang and the Skeleton Brothers are fighting in the South City District. They need a lot of manpower. The Skeleton Brothers are publicly recruiting death squads. Each person will receive 10,000 yuan. Would you consider it?"
"Don't recommend this kind of thing that will lead to your own death."
Bruce waved his hand and said, "Let's do something more practical. You know I don't want to get involved in gangs."
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