Chapter 316 Gwen and Her "Friends"
"Master Josh?"
"Uh, Master Priest?"
Qiao Xi came back to his senses and realized that he had been in a daze for a long time.
Standing in front of him was a little girl with white hair - she and a group of homeless children had somehow found this place. After drinking a bowl of holy water, she was looking at him with bright eyes.
Gwen stood in front of Josh and pointed at the street kids around her:
"Hello, Master Priest, I'm Gwen, he's White, this is Booker, this is Hall, and this is Ellie." The homeless children stood in a row obediently, and Gwen introduced them one by one.
".We hope to join the secret order. We can do some odd jobs, and we don't have to eat much. We can also help you collect some information in Blood Harbor. People will not avoid talking to children."
After saying that, she looked at Qiao Xi expectantly, and the other street kids also looked well-behaved.
The oldest of these homeless children are eleven or twelve years old, and the youngest are only seven or eight years old. No one knows how they survive in this bloody harbor full of cultists.
Children are the most suitable for sacrifice, and countless children's corpses are buried on the altars desecrated by cultists.
Josh hesitated for a moment.
They were not true cultists with extraordinary powers. They could barely protect themselves in Blood Harbor, and adding a group of children to the mix would obviously make their situation even more difficult.
But if we just drive them out like this, these homeless children may not be able to survive in Blood Harbor for long.
He closed his eyes and finally sighed.
It's just a few more bowls of porridge.
"You need to pass some tests. I will allocate a few houses for you to live in, and there will also be work for you to complete."
"Then we"
"You can also participate in the prayers and receive holy water later."
The white-haired little girl swallowed her saliva and smiled happily. The homeless children behind her cheered - they were addicted to the hot and delicious rice porridge after tasting it once.
As for the mission mentioned by the high priest, the homeless children were able to survive in Blood Harbor, which shows that they have some skills, and gathering information is their forte.
"Master Priest, what do you need us to do?"
Josh hesitated for a moment and took out a few portraits from his pocket: "Pay attention to the whereabouts of these people. Report to me if there is anything unusual. Try not to be discovered. If you are caught, just say that you work for me. You should not be troubled."
Gwen looked at the portrait and suddenly asked, "Are they from Castel?"
Josh was a little surprised: “Do you know them?”
"Of course I know them. They attracted a lot of attention when they came here. Many people were staring at them."
Josh looked Gwen up and down. These homeless kids might be more useful than he thought.
After receiving the task from Josh, the homeless children came to the room assigned to them.
This is a slightly dilapidated civilian house, very close to the hideout of the Steam and Deep Sea Hermitage, on their territory.
Today, Blood Harbor is full of empty houses. The once prosperous port has gradually withered. In order to prepare for the war with the empire, the prince has increased a lot of taxes, and the lives of the people living here are becoming increasingly difficult.
Even without the cultists, Bloodharbor would never be the same.
The group of street kids surrounded Gwen, their faces full of excitement and admiration: "Gwen, you are amazing. You actually convinced them!"
“Yeah, their rice porridge is so delicious!”
"What rice porridge? That's holy water!"
"Why do you call porridge holy water?"
"The only thing that can save lives is holy water."
Gwen looked at the noisy children and smiled unconsciously.
She had real friends now, real friends she could reach out to, not just imaginary friends.
When she was lying on the bed in the basement waiting to die, she thought that her end would be to die alone.
But the voices that suddenly appeared in her mind and those friends who only existed in the link helped her and she successfully survived.
Wild vegetables are not delicious. Even if you fill your stomach, you will still feel a burning pain. Your body is repeatedly reminding you that this is not something that should be eaten.
But at least it kept her alive.
There was almost no food to be found in the village, which had been plowed back and forth several times by war and soldiers, leaving only ruins.
Gwen stood at the entrance of the village, looked at the village where she grew up but now could hardly recognize it, and turned and left.
She was too young to remember the name of this place, nor her parents' names. Even her parents' faces were a little blurry. She had been away from her parents for too long.
She left the village wearing her favorite yellow dress.
Now she has no parents, no hometown, no place to go back to, and no one waiting for her.
She could only move forward.
But Gwen was not sad. She still had many friends, imaginary friends. She always liked fantasy, and her imaginary friends accompanied her through many difficult years.
Of course, there are also friends in the links that can only be connected occasionally.
The always reliable sister Scepter, the talkative brother Fries, the quiet captain, oh, and the writer who joined recently, they are all Gwen's friends, irreplaceable friends, and her anchor.
Gwen couldn't help but smile at the thought.
These friends cannot accompany her day and night, but they can always come up with some strange solutions when she needs help.
She likes these friends very much, every one of them.
She didn't know when the link would be reconnected. She hadn't chatted with these friends for a long time. She really wanted to tell them that she had met many new people in real life, drank delicious porridge, and encountered many interesting things.
She has been to many cities, walked many roads, and seen many wonders.
Now she has come to Blood Harbor and has seen another strange cult.
This is the first time I have seen the Steam and Deep Sea Hermitage. Hmm, what a long name.
Gwen smacked her lips. The rice porridge was still in her stomach, feeling warm. If she could have porridge every day, it would not be bad to stay in Blood Harbor.
Stop - this was the first time Gwen had this thought. She had wandered all the way from the North and had never thought of stopping.
Blood Harbor is a good place. Although a little chaotic, it has many good people and warm porridge.
"Forget it, I don't want to think too much about it. Since I've drunk the porridge made by Priest Josh, I'll just do something for him." Gwen muttered to herself quietly, then she stood up and said with a smile: "My friends, come out, I have something to ask of you again~"
There was a faint blue light flashing in her eyes.
(End of this chapter)
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