"He helped us build these houses, made sure that we were safe, and that all of us were happy," the middle-aged woman said, wiping the side of her eyes with the back of her hand. "You must be one of his friends inside the city, right? He may look like a swindler, but he is a very kind man."
"You know, if Big Chub were alive, he would definitely protest that he doesn't look like a swindler," Apollo commented, raising his head towards the middle-aged woman.
"Haha, you are right," the middle-aged woman forced a laugh before she glanced at the body on the ground. "They don't care about us. Even if the city knows that people were killed here, they wouldn't send their men to apprehend the evildoer."
"This evildoer… have you seen his appearance?" Apollo asked, his eyes turning cold.
"No," the woman shook her head. She stared at the beggar, and seeing his eyes, she 'understood' what was on his mind. "I know what you're thinking. We also share the same thought, but the evildoer is a cultivator; there's nothing we can do."
"How did you know it's a cultivator who did this?" Apollo asked.
The middle-aged woman sighed. The way this kid talks is like an adult. Nevertheless, the woman still answered. "Someone saw the killer wearing a black and white uniform with a serpent insignia on his chest."
Hearing this, Apollo's eyes widened. The Great Serpent Martial School? Who would do such a thing? And why?
"Who saw it?" Apollo asked.
"Let's go bury Big Chub now," the middle-aged woman didn't answer the beggar's question this time. She looked the beggar in the eyes with concern. "We should just let this go, okay? Or you will only endanger yourself. Big Chub deserves a proper burial, so let's get going."
Two men stepped forward with a wooden board in their hands. They placed Big Chub's body on the board before lifting it up.
As the people began dispersing, Apollo remained standing still.
But one person remained beside him.
Apollo turned to the side where a kid was standing, seemingly hesitating. It was the same kid who had bumped into him. Black hair that reached his shoulder, black eyes, small nose, and lips.
"You know something," the beggar said, standing in front of the kid. "Can you tell me your name?"
"I-I'm Don," Don looked up as Apollo was slightly taller than him.
"Hi Don, can you tell me what you saw?" Apollo realized that this kid must be the person who saw the cultivator. He probably went to the city to ask for help, but seeing no one following him, the plea for help must have been ignored.
"It's a guy… black hair, just like us. But his eyes…" When Don recalled the man's appearance, his body shivered. "I felt scared. He went straight to Big Chub's house, and I heard a scream. So I ran to the city to ask for help. But they said they wouldn't bother with the slums."
As expected, Apollo sighed. "What about the guy's eyes? What did you see in them?"
"I just felt fear. I… I felt like I was going to die," Don said, his mouth shaking.
"You should rest, kid," Apollo put a hand on the kid's shoulder. A kid saying 'kid' to another kid could baffle anyone who saw this scene.
"Hmm," Don nodded, wiping the side of his eyes. "Let's go after them. I want to see Big Chub one last time."
"You go first," Apollo said.
"Alright," Don waved his hand before he ran after the group of people.
Apollo watched the kid's back, beginning to organize his thoughts. Something was telling him that he was the reason why this happened to Big Chub. No, he was sure of it, and there was already a candidate in his mind.
Although he felt sad, it wasn't to the point of actually wanting to get revenge, but he felt obligated if he was really the person behind this. Where should I buy my bread now? While he was still deep in thought, an interface appeared in front of him. However, this time, it was not blue but a red interface with big words written on it.
"Alert! Someone has entered your Beggar Spot!"
Seeing this, the beggar's eyes widened, and he hurriedly went back to the city. What's happening?!
Arke walked out of the Filly Restaurant. He couldn't help but smack his lips. "I didn't know they had such good food. Fried Chicken? I'll make sure I come back."
At first, he didn't think much and just ordered to fill his stomach. However, the moment he tasted the new dish, he ended up ordering three meals. Even right now, he still wanted to go back and eat again.
But he had a priority that needed to be done first. With this in mind, he went to where the beggar stayed.
It was a place where most people wouldn't even bother noticing unless they really wanted to. It's a perfect place to hide. Is that the reason why the city guards didn't arrest him yet? Arke thought, a smile forming on his lips as he felt lucky. If the guards had taken the beggar, then he couldn't go through with his plan.
Arke firmly believed that he wouldn't be able to find the Leone heir. So instead of finding something he couldn't even locate, why not just create one?
He walked inside and saw the small roof. "This place is disgusting."
Shaking his head, he knelt down to look inside and saw nothing but a scroll. Oh, what's this? Curious, he reached out his hand and held the scroll. Upon opening it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hahaha! Really! I'm too lucky!" Arke held his stomach from the intensity of his laughter. "The heavens must really want to see blood!"
After a while, he took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh, though the smile on his face remained. He threw the scroll back, his eyes turning cold. "So he is also going to enter the Advancement Examination? What made him think that he could just enter it without any cultivation? Ambitious and a fool. I'll kill him then."
He turned around and walked back to the street. But the moment his body came out from the corner, he immediately noticed the beggar who was looking in his direction with cold eyes.
"Yo, beggar kid," Arke greeted, his lips turning into a smirk.
"So it's you," Apollo said.