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Although a loaf of bread was enough to fill their stomachs, those people still took away as much food as possible.
Don’t the people in that place have even the most basic dignity?
The little boy sat quietly in the car without saying a word. After all, following Emilia could fill his stomach. If he said something wrong and was thrown out of the car by Emilia, it would be a loss. So the safest way was to say nothing, which would not offend Emilia.
And Frandelica, who was in charge of driving the dragon car, was thinking about how to make Emilia comfortable with this stupid idea.
The people in the slums are all profit-seeking and cowardly. Even though they are indignant to support Emilia now, when the real royal election begins and they are forced to face the guards, few of them will stand up to fight for Emilia.
If they continue to support the entire slum without knowing their own limitations, sooner or later the Roswaal family's wealth will be depleted.
There is no need to risk all of one's wealth for some strangers.
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On the other hand, Roswaal, who left the Roswaal mansion, did not really go north, but went to another underground organization, an assassination organization controlled by Capella Emerada Lugnica, one of the seven sin priests of the Witch Cult.
It was here that he hired the Gut Hunter.
Inside the luxurious underground palace, sitting high on the throne was a blonde lolita who was extremely scantily clad. Her only underwear and black stockings could barely cover her vital parts. With a sadistic smile on her face, the lolita was watching the slave dismemberment show being performed in the hall.
The many people standing on both sides of the throne have murderous intent that is no less than that of the Hunter. They are all first-class excellent killers.
“Oh, dear Ms. Capella, I would like to inquire about the current status of the executor I hired last time, the Intestine Hunter. Could you please ask her to come out and talk?”
Roswaal asked politely after entering the hall.
"Elsa? She hasn't come back since she took your mission. She must be dead."
Capela answered nonchalantly.
"In fact, she seemed to have leaked the identity of my employer, which made the target I wanted to kill aware of something."
Roswaal reminded.
"Hahahahahaha, maybe she met someone who could impress her. She's not my dog. The reason she works here is nothing more than that she has talent in this field and I have work for her, that's all."
Capella answered casually, with a malicious mockery mixed in her tone.
"Then can you do something to recover my loss?"
Roswaal asked with a smile on his face, suppressing his inner anger. If the assassination industry in the capital had not been monopolized by Capella, he would not have had the patience to come here to find a killer.
"Hahahahaha, weren't you blind and chose the wrong person? Now you want me to bear your losses, isn't that inappropriate?"
"I think this is very appropriate. You don't want the reputation of your assassination organization to be damaged, right?"
"Excuse me, but I, Roswaal, can still walk out of this palace alive. The future development of the situation depends on your decision."
"Are you threatening me?"
The expression on Capella’s face turned grim, and her gaze pierced Roswaal like a needle tip, but Roswaal showed no fear at all.
"I just want to get my share back, that's all. After all, your organization took the money but didn't get the job done, which makes me very embarrassed."
Roswaal spread his hands.
"Hmph, I'll send someone to take over Elsa's job. If we see her, we'll take care of her. Is that ok?"
Capela waved his hand and said casually.
Being a killer still requires credibility. Elsa really failed to do her job, so according to the organization's regulations, she must be silenced.
She had originally planned to arrange for someone to do this after Roswaal left, but Roswaal insisted too much, so she had to say it now.
After all, Roswaal is a powerful magician who stands at the top of the entire capital.
This can be seen from the fact that he is the only one responsible for guarding the border of Roswaal.
It would be a bit difficult for her to kill Roswaal here.
"What a wise decision. I will wait for your good news. I will take my leave now."
Roswaal bowed slightly and then left the underground palace.
In fact, the reason he came here was not simply to get Capella's men to deal with Emilia and Elsa for free.
It is also to test Moyin's strength.
According to his inference, Capela's men should not be able to deal with Moyin and Mizhou.
In this way, he will have a general understanding of the strength of Moyin and Mizhou, and know to some extent how strong his future enemies will be.
After all, at this stage he didn't want to fight with two enemies who were shrouded in fog.
On the other hand, in his own mansion, Francesica naturally supports him, while Emilia and Parker will be exhausted by the things happening in the slums, and the only people who will deeply guess what he means are Moyin and Mi Zhou.
In order to prevent Moyin and Mizhou from realizing his true intentions, he had to use Capella's subordinates to disturb Moyin and Mizhou.
But what made him feel a little strange was that... there seemed to be someone else in Roswaal's mansion... and someone he didn't remember, but he vaguely felt that he had existed.
This is something that Roswaal is very concerned about.
His memory is very strong. Even after living for four hundred years, he has not forgotten anything. This is all thanks to magic.
But the abnormal feeling at this stage was like someone who had been in Roswaal's mansion suddenly disappeared for some reason, but he couldn't explain why.
Could it be that this strange feeling is related to what Frandelica reported that day, that the maids under Moyin and Mizhou put on maid outfits as soon as they entered the mansion?
Generally speaking, maids would not casually wear other people's maid uniforms. Putting aside the special hobbies of Moyin and Mizhou, I'm afraid that the two maids should have some special connection with Roswaal Mansion.
Roswaal felt that he had found a door, but at this stage he still lacked the key to open the door lock.
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Back in the capital, Frandelica went to the bakery that she had agreed to bake a large amount of bread.
At this time, the second batch of bread had just been baked. Emilia immediately took a loaf of bread and gave it to the little boy who followed her to eat. Then she looked at the bread oven with some worry... To be honest, the efficiency of baking bread was too low. She even doubted whether she could bake the quantity that Frandelica had discussed before before dark.
However, all employees in the bakery were working at full capacity, and she couldn't blame the bakery owners for anything.
After all, baking bread also requires kneading the dough and then putting it in the oven, and the size of the oven is limited. These people are already doing their best, so she naturally can't blame them.
Generally speaking, in order to supply the bread demand in a region, bakeries start baking in the morning, and the stock by noon is just enough to supply the surrounding demand, or a little more.
So they have trouble handling sudden large orders like Emilia's.
While the little boy was eating bread, Frandeliko called Emilia aside.
"Lady Emilia, as you can see, it is very difficult to supply large quantities of bread. This is a problem that cannot be solved physically. According to my estimation, at this rate, I am afraid we will not be able to provide bread for everyone in the slums by night."
"Some people will definitely feel unfair because others get bread but they don't. People can tolerate the cruel treatment they receive, but they can't tolerate that people around them get light while they are always in darkness."
"In the end, these people will not be able to become your candidate force at all. Instead, they will bring disaster upon themselves and burn you out."
"Your intention is good, but there are some things that we cannot simply change."
Frandelica tried to persuade Emilia earnestly.
"I understand the truth, but I can't bear to see children and old people starving to death in front of me when I have the ability to save their lives... and it only costs a few copper coins of black bread."
"I help them, and also help myself. This will allow me to gain basic hit support and stand out in the king's selection."
Emilia spoke up.
Although because of Moyin's promise, her tribesmen who were frozen by her out-of-control state can be released from the frozen state, thus losing the reason to compete for the king's election.
But now, in order to use the resources of the Roswaal family, she can only continue on the path of being selected as the king.
After using the assets of the Roswaal family, she will make up for it after becoming the king of Lukenica. Becoming the king of Lukenica will also allow her to better help those in need.
Rather than letting someone else who committed violence sit on the throne, it would be better for her to sit on it... That's what she thought.
"Excuse me for being blunt, but who cares about the people in the slums, the people walking on the streets of the city, the civilians of Roswaal's territory? Your claim that you are helping them in order to help yourself does not make sense to me."
Frandelica said bluntly.
"He cares, I care too, and all those people in the slums who believed that we would return care. They just lost their means of livelihood. Have their rights as human beings been taken away?"
Emilia asked back.
Frandelica was silent.
If asked whether the people in the slums are human beings, she would of course answer that they are human beings.
But the values of different people vary and cannot be generalized.
The weight of life also needs to be taken into consideration. To her, her master Roswaal is naturally more important than anyone else, so she must do her best to protect her master's wealth.
"Tomorrow, I will go to the Council of Sages to discuss matters concerning the slums with those who are currently governing the capital. Don't worry, I will not let Lord Roswaal alone bear the burden of all the slums in the capital. I will find a way to convince them to give those people in the slums a chance."
Emilia promised.
"You will definitely fail..."
Frandelica asserted.
"If you don't do it, you will never succeed. Only by doing it can you have a say."
Emilia spoke up.
"…………You seem to have completely ignored the consequences of being rejected by the Council of Sages. When you propose a foolish proposal, it will lower the possibility of you becoming the king of the Kingdom of Luknica in their minds. You are gambling with Lord Roswaal's future and your own."
Frandelica said sternly.
"I don't want to lose my humanity in order to become a king. If I become a cold-blooded person who can see the elderly, the weak, women and children starve to death, then can I still be a good king?"
"How can a cruel king lead the Kingdom of Luknica to prosperity?"
Emilia answered with a straight face.
"You are so naive..."
Frandelica sighed deeply. She was somewhat convinced by Emilia. A cruel king really shouldn't sit on the throne.
But could Emilia really sit on the throne with this method? She denied it in her heart, but maybe... that tiny possibility might bring salvation to the Kingdom of Lukenica.
Her heart was not made of stone, and seeing the poor people in the slums would naturally make her want to help them, but she was not yet willing to sacrifice her entire fortune to help them, so she persuaded Emilia on this matter.
A few hours later, after collecting a cartload of brown bread from bakeries across the city, Frandelica drove her dragon cart out of the city again and headed for the slums.
On the way out of the city, they happened to meet Moyin and his group who were returning from outside the city.
"Hey, Emilia, where are you going? Why did you get so much cheap bread? Are you planning to provide disaster relief?"
Mi Zhou asked curiously.
"Yes, Lord Roswaal and I went to the slums today to check out the conditions there. The people there live in a terrible way, with people starving to death every day, so I plan to distribute some food to them."