Before six o'clock in the morning, the morning market in the east part of Hull City began to operate.
There are a large number of slum residents gathered here, as well as vendors who are only slightly better than those poor people.
Every morning, these vendors who have no money to buy shops or stalls in the city will come here and sell some daily necessities or vegetables and fruits to the poor at low prices.
In a regular store inside Hull City, if you want to buy a loaf of rye bread, you need to pay ten Tussock copper coins. But here, you only need to use five to get it.
Of course, the products sold by these vendors are definitely not as good as those refined products from the bakery.
After all, their customers can't afford those things. Even bread that costs five tasok copper coins is a high-end product here.
The Tasok Empire established an official currency when it was first established. Thirty-two Tasok copper coins are equivalent to one Tasok silver coin, and twelve Tasok silver coins are equivalent to one gold coin.
Today's morning market is going on as usual. The sky has just brightened. Some street stalls are gradually being set up on both sides of Lemshina Street, not far from the slums and rarely visited by city residents.
At six o'clock, a large number of people had gathered here, and shouts and bargaining could be heard everywhere.
Just after six o'clock, two teenagers stepped into this area.
"If you hadn't come to call me, I would have almost forgotten that it was our turn to go shopping this morning." Morsis said to Lal beside him.
He went to bed very early last night, but because of what happened yesterday, he completely forgot about what happened this morning until Lar came to knock on his door.
"Ha~" Lar yawned first, then said with a smile, "It's okay, I almost forgot about it... I slept a little late last night."
"Oh?" Morse asked casually while thinking about where to buy today's vegetables.
Lal scratched the back of his head and said with some embarrassment, "Remember the circus yesterday? I was caught by the ticket seller and was forced to help him move the props for a whole day."
"Sigh... I have told you before that you will be caught sooner or later." Morse shrugged and said.
"Oh, by the way!" Lal said as if he had remembered something, "Last night a very formally dressed gentleman came to visit the dean. His hat was really quite..."
"What?" Morses heard this and asked quickly, "You said someone visited the old man last night?"
"Hey, Morse, I always feel that the fact that you are punished for cleaning the toilet every week has a lot to do with the name you call the dean." Lal first teased Morse, and then replied, "Well...last night
After ten o'clock, that gentleman asked me to take him to see the dean, and they talked in the reception room. But I feel that the dean doesn't like this friend very much."
"Why do you say that?" Morsis frowned.
"When the dean heard that someone wanted to see him, his expression was like..." Just as he was talking, Lar put on a serious expression, which looked very funny, "It was like this."
"Um... do you know what they talked about?" Morsis asked with the corner of his mouth twitching.
"I don't know, the dean asked me to go back to my room." Lal shook his head, then looked at a stall selling vegetables next to him and walked over.
"You go buy bread, and I'll see how the vegetables are here." Lal said hastily and squeezed into the crowd.
Moses wanted to ask again, but he had no choice but to nod his head and slowly walked to the stall where he bought bread.
The stall was there every day, so he didn't waste much time looking for it.
"Boss, the same amount as before." As soon as Morsis walked to the stall, he shouted to the dark-skinned boss.
"Ah, it's Mr. Creevey's child. Is it the same today?" Since the boss met the children from Creevi Orphanage every day, he basically knew Morse and the others.
"Yes, this is money." Morsis smiled and nodded, handing the twenty Tasok copper coins to the boss.
Seeing the boss taking the bread out of the box and cutting it while talking and laughing, Morse's thoughts also wandered.
Every day, they spend nearly one Tasok silver coin to maintain their lives, but the orphanage's source of income has always been unstable.
Sometimes, wealthy people in Hull City would donate to the orphanage, but other than that, almost all the money for the orphanage was earned by Krabi alone.
Every weekend, Krabi would go to the school set up by the church to attend a day of classes, and he would sometimes be invited to go there.
Most of the children he teaches are poor children who only attend class one day a week, and the salary from this job has been the only source of income to support the operation of the orphanage for a long time.
However, in recent years, because the owner of Hull City is interested in helping the slums, the orphanage receives a donation from the government every six months, so life is much better than before.
"Here, get it." The boss's voice interrupted Morse's thinking. He said thank you and took the bag of bread.
"Old man, are you tired?" Morse looked at the bag in his hand and said to himself.
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When Lal and Morsis returned to the orphanage, it was already half past six in the morning.
In the lobby on the first floor, several staff members were cleaning, and there were also several children helping.
After Morsis and Lal greeted them, they walked through the hall and came to the backyard.
There is a small house here, which is the kitchen of the orphanage and also a restaurant.
The two of them crossed several tables crowded together and handed the things they bought to the chef, Ms. Manna, an old employee who had worked in the orphanage for more than ten years.
"Ms. Manna, see you at noon!" After putting down their things, Morsis and Lal each ate a piece of bread and a bowl of vegetable soup before leaving.
This is breakfast at the orphanage, as well as lunch and dinner most days.
After leaving the kitchen, Lar said he wanted to go back to his room to take a rest. He promised the uncle who sold tickets at the circus that he would also help out today.
Morses said goodbye to him, went up to the second floor, and walked to Krabi's office.
He has been walking this road for many years, but today he is particularly nervous.
Today, he will learn the secret of the transcendent and another unknown side of this world!
After calming down, Morse knocked on the office door as usual.
"Come in!" It was still the same gentle voice as before, but Morsis could hear a hint of fatigue in that voice.
After opening the door, Morses quickly cast his gaze towards Krabi behind the table.
"Old man, what's wrong with you?" Morse said in surprise as he closed the door.
Krabi's face looked very bad, and his hair looked a little messy, and was not taken care of as carefully as usual.
"Sorry, I didn't sleep last night. I was busy with something." Krabi shook his head and smiled, and at the same time closed the notebook on the desktop with his hand.
"Is it related to the gentleman who came to visit last night?" Morse frowned and asked.
"Is that what Lal told you?" Krabi sighed, picked up another book, and continued, "Yes, that was a troublesome visitor. I couldn't guess his true purpose, so I was busy.
all night long.”
When Krabi said this, he glanced at Morses, smiled and said, "I call this 'sense of urgency'."
"It's rare to see you like this. You usually look like you have everything under control... By the way, who is that guy?" Morse shrugged and asked in confusion.
Krabi shook his head and said, "This is a very troublesome guy. If we don't handle it well, all our efforts over the past twelve years will be in vain."
"Twelve years of hard work..." Morses repeated Krabe's words, and then he noticed something and said quickly, "You mean, that guy is related to my father?"
Krabi nodded, stood up, and looked at Morses with a serious expression.
"You asked me yesterday if you could become a transcendental one, right?"
Seeing that Krabi suddenly became serious, Morses also sat up a little straighter and nodded repeatedly.
"Before leaving, Povar once very solemnly told me to give you a choice when you come into contact with the transcendent world." Crabe picked up a book with a tattered cover. Morses could see that on the cover,
Engraved with a coat of arms.
It was a strange coat of arms depicting a meteorite falling from the sky.
"What...what choice?" Morsis swallowed and asked with a complicated expression.
Twelve years later, he finally had the opportunity to understand his father's past. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of fear at this moment.
"You can choose not to become a transcendent and spend the rest of your life in your current state. I will do my best to give you a better future.
"Or, you choose to become a transcendent, but then you will also bear the fate that originally belonged to your father... Don't think this is a good thing, there are even people in your family who committed suicide because of this." Krabi's dark green eyes
Looking at Morsis through his glasses, he said two options.
"My...family?" Morsis said with some surprise.
"Your family is the main body of the 'Falling Wasteland' organization, and every generation of family managers will be the leaders of 'Falling Wasteland'." Krabi took the book, walked towards Morses, and stopped in front of him,
"As for the 'Meihuang', to use a popular term, it is the Momoa Restoration Organization, or the last group of believers of the God Momoa."
When Moses heard this, he froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind kept echoing the words he had read in the book that Krabi had opened yesterday.
"The powerful minister Qiming colluded with the false gods to frame the ancestor Momoa..."
Seeing this, Krabei continued without pausing, "Twelve years ago, the Yuehuang organization, which had already run out of fuel, was surrounded and suppressed by the Empire's transcendental management organization 'Shrine' combined forces because of a spy report. This
The organization that lasted for hundreds of years was almost destroyed.
"Your father broke out from the headquarters and took you to Hull City, where he found me... Povar and I were old acquaintances, and I was the only friend he could find at that time.
"You also know what happened next. On that rainy night, Perval was surrounded and suppressed by several transcendent beings from the empire outside the city, and he died there in the end."
Morses didn't react for a while. A large amount of information flooded into his brain, making it difficult for him to analyze.
"My father is a descendant of the Momoa Empire?"
"The Fallen Wasteland Organization, I seem to have seen this name in a history textbook."
"My destiny is to stand on the opposite side of the empire?"
While Morses was analyzing the information he had just received, Crabbe showed the book in front of his eyes.
"This is Perval's note. He told me that if you choose to become a transcendent person, he will leave it to you." Krabe looked at the dull-looking Morses and said in a serious tone, "Then, please tell me
your choice."
Morsis raised his hand and took the notebook, but his expression was no longer dull.
"Escape can't solve the problem. This is what you taught me, old man, right?" Morsis smiled, gently touched the cover of the notebook with his hand, and said, "Since it is my destiny, then it should be
