Chapter: 22
Cale looked around as he wandered around this market that gave off the typical fantasy feel.
�Mm.�
�Mmph.�
Any time he made eye contact with a merchant, they became shocked and avoided his gaze. Tsk tsk. Cale really must have lived up to his title of trash in the past. Cale was talking shit about himself as he walked past the market and toward the western part of Western City.
The slum is located to the west. No matter how wealthy a territory may be, there are always going to be poor people. In a situation like this, most people would probably expect something along these lines to happen.
�Ah, it is a fateful encounter that you can earn by sharing food with the poor.�
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Cale could feel people peeking at him as soon as he entered the slums. This was the place where both the idlest and the most vicious people lived together.
Although the poor may not know the face of their liege, the count, they knew Cale�s face. These people who had nothing needed to pay even closer attention to the type of person that would cause a ruckus in the market, pub, plaza, well, you name it, and Cale had probably caused a ruckus there too.
�Tsk.�
Even though they knew all these stories about Cale, they couldn�t resist the sweet smell of the bread in Cale�s bag. Cale just ignored all these gazes as he continued to walk.
The tip of his expensive leather shoe started to become dirty from the dirty water. An unknown stench also filled Cale�s nose, making him naturally start to frown.
This made him start to walk even faster. The slums were on one side of a small hill and constituted of old houses. Cale was heading toward the top of that hill. As he got closer, the gazes and steps of the people following him started to lessen as well. Cale�s sharp glare probably played a role in this as well.
�It�s better here.�
After being freed from the stench, Cale stood at the top of the hill and turned around to look down at Western City. Of course, this hill was not as high as the count�s estate. There was no way that they would allow the lord of the territory to live somewhere that was lower than that slums.
Cale came back to his senses as he headed toward a tree that was fenced off in all directions. The fence, that was made of planks the width of Cale�s body, had an entrance that had rotted. It was easily broken once Cale pushed at the fence.
This large tree seemed to have lasted for hundreds of years. Trees in the slums were usually chopped into firewood or had its layers peeled off to make it useless, but this tree was not like that.
The reason was simple. The reason could be heard in Cale�s ear. These two were the only two who had followed him until the end of the slums.
�You can�t approach that t-tree!�
Cale ignored that warning. He heard another worried voice as well.
�You can�t go there! It�s a man-eating tree!�
A man-eating tree. Anyone who hung themselves on this tree became mummies overnight. Furthermore, any blood that lands on this tree instantly disappeared.
Finally, there was only dirt around this tree. Grass, and even weeds, were nowhere to be found.
This was the tree that Cale was looking for. JrNovels.com
�Mm.�
�Mmph.�
Any time he made eye contact with a merchant, they became shocked and avoided his gaze. Tsk tsk. Cale really must have lived up to his title of trash in the past. Cale was talking shit about himself as he walked past the market and toward the western part of Western City.
The slum is located to the west. No matter how wealthy a territory may be, there are always going to be poor people. In a situation like this, most people would probably expect something along these lines to happen.
�Ah, it is a fateful encounter that you can earn by sharing food with the poor.�
Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Cale could feel people peeking at him as soon as he entered the slums. This was the place where both the idlest and the most vicious people lived together.
Although the poor may not know the face of their liege, the count, they knew Cale�s face. These people who had nothing needed to pay even closer attention to the type of person that would cause a ruckus in the market, pub, plaza, well, you name it, and Cale had probably caused a ruckus there too.
�Tsk.�
Even though they knew all these stories about Cale, they couldn�t resist the sweet smell of the bread in Cale�s bag. Cale just ignored all these gazes as he continued to walk.
The tip of his expensive leather shoe started to become dirty from the dirty water. An unknown stench also filled Cale�s nose, making him naturally start to frown.
This made him start to walk even faster. The slums were on one side of a small hill and constituted of old houses. Cale was heading toward the top of that hill. As he got closer, the gazes and steps of the people following him started to lessen as well. Cale�s sharp glare probably played a role in this as well.
�It�s better here.�
After being freed from the stench, Cale stood at the top of the hill and turned around to look down at Western City. Of course, this hill was not as high as the count�s estate. There was no way that they would allow the lord of the territory to live somewhere that was lower than that slums.
Cale came back to his senses as he headed toward a tree that was fenced off in all directions. The fence, that was made of planks the width of Cale�s body, had an entrance that had rotted. It was easily broken once Cale pushed at the fence.
This large tree seemed to have lasted for hundreds of years. Trees in the slums were usually chopped into firewood or had its layers peeled off to make it useless, but this tree was not like that.
The reason was simple. The reason could be heard in Cale�s ear. These two were the only two who had followed him until the end of the slums.
�You can�t approach that t-tree!�
Cale ignored that warning. He heard another worried voice as well.
�You can�t go there! It�s a man-eating tree!�
A man-eating tree. Anyone who hung themselves on this tree became mummies overnight. Furthermore, any blood that lands on this tree instantly disappeared.
Finally, there was only dirt around this tree. Grass, and even weeds, were nowhere to be found.
This was the tree that Cale was looking for. JrNovels.com
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