Do you want some? It's not marinated well, but it tastes good when cooked into soup. "
Mufasa, the middle-aged man who looked rather unkempt, whipped out a wooden spoon out of nowhere and stirred the boiling broth. "I'm quite confident when it comes to soup," he said, scooping up a spoonful.
Nana, who was still unconscious, slowly woke up after smelling the aroma of the meat soup.
"Don't tell me it's a trap like 'you'll become believers of our church after eating my broth!'?"
Simba said warily.
He had to be careful since children were going missing in the slums every day.
"Relax, I'm not that desperate … it's just a weekly quest in the first place."
Mufasa nonchalantly said something Simba and the others could not understand, although he did not appear to have any ill intentions.
Moreover, while Simba and Zazu had been holding stones as if they were ready to attack at any moment, it was more like a bluff since they had no strength left after starving for so long.
If Mufasa had any ill intentions, he could have easily taken them down with his long knife that could cut through thick bacon as if it was tofu.
The two looked at each other and finally decided to compromise.
Taking out a small wooden bowl hidden in a corner of the room and scooping a big bowl of broth, the three children took turns to drink the broth.
Simba could not help whispering. "It smells so good!"
It was obvious that Simba and Zazu were restraining their urge to finish the broth in one gulp so that the weak Nana could drink more.
Mufasa could not help smiling at their serious looks. "Drink as much as you want."
"Aren't you going to have some for yourself, uncle?" Nana asked softly with her soft, weak voice.
"Hahaha! Don't look at me like this. I've actually earned quite a bit over the past few days. I don't lack this little bit of food!" Mufasa replied with a smile.
"Liar! I saw you being caught by the city watch and hung at the city gates for public display!" Simba did not hesitate to expose Mufasa's' lie '.
"Ahem. What do you mean 'hung at the city gates'? You kids wouldn't understand adults' plans. It's a strategy I used to build a good relationship with the city watch!" Mufasa boasted shamelessly. "I'm close enough to call them brothers now!"
As a result, the three children cast him a questioning look.
At first, Mufasa had wanted to keep bragging, but his eyes narrowed and he quieted down to listen, noticing footsteps outside the house again.
Unlike the last time he came, there were at least ten people here this time, and almost half of them had very dull footsteps. If one didn't listen carefully, they wouldn't be able to tell. If they weren't two hundred pounds of fatty, then they were wearing heavy armor.
Only the mayor's city watch could wear heavy armor in the city. Most of the Sacred Corps of other churches were cloth-armored units, and those who didn't were probably normal soldiers. After all, Lancaster's city watch was short on manpower during the winter season, and they could only mix normal soldiers into their ranks to carry out patrols.
Mufasa's expression changed at once. "Take your time. Pretend you never saw me if anyone asks!"
After saying that, he quickly climbed up from the supporting pillar beside him, which was only left with a small part of the roof, and disappeared behind the eaves.
Soon after he left, a group of city watch arrived at the ruins of the dilapidated house.
"Have any of you seen those guys lately?"
Their leader wasn't the city watch officer who was usually armed to the teeth, but an arrogant young man who was wearing a garish dyed robe. He was clearly a noble, and even the city watch officer was his subordinate.
The noble whipped out a stack of wanted posters from his pocket and showed them to the youths. As expected, Mufasa's wanted poster was among them.
The trio didn't hesitate to shake their heads.
"Hey, are you sure that Marni Wilf's acquaintance often meets those three brats?" The young man turned to the armored city watch officer beside him.
"That's right. That's what our informant said." The city watch officer replied respectfully.
The young noble clicked his tongue in irritation, but just as he was about to lead the others away, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the pot over the bonfire. It was a helmet, and one that was rarely seen around here.
The young noble's lips curled into an evil smile. He stopped and gave an order to the city watch officer beside him, "Take those three brats away! Leave someone here. If that guy comes here, tell him to look for him at the city watch office. "
"Would that person walk right into the trap for the brats?" The city watch officer asked, puzzled.
"I don't know, but it's just three peasant brats. It doesn't matter if they die." The young noble was nonchalant. "The key is to capture that person and interrogate Marni Wilf for his weakness … That guy's got a juicy piece of meat, and many in the city are eyeing it! The sooner I get my hands on it, the better! "
At his command, the city watch who had no lack of bullying swarmed forward like a pack of wolves and captured the three children. Even Simba, who struggled with all his might, was punched until his face was swollen and his nose was bruised.
When the young noble saw that the brat's eyes were still staring at him fiercely and unyielding despite his injuries, the young noble felt a wave of irritation in his heart for some reason.
"We only need two hostages!" He pointed at Simba. "To warn that guy that we're serious, we'll kill him right here! Let me think … Oh, right, cut off his head and hang it on the doorframe! "
The city watch officer who was pressing down on Simba's head did not hesitate to draw his sword.
"Wait!"
That was when Mufasa leapt down from the roof.
He had been feeling uneasy at first, which was why he had returned to check on the children. He did not expect to run into the sight that left his eyes about to pop out of their sockets.
Mufasa could not help shuddering at the thought that Simba would have died for no reason if he had returned a little later.
"Aha! What did I say?! "The young noble looked delighted as if he had caught a big fish.
"My lord is wise." Beside him, the captain of the heavy-armored city watch quickly buttered him up.
Mufasa stared at the two men in bewilderment. "Why would you do something like this? Aren't they citizens of Lancaster? Isn't the reason for the city watch to protect the citizens? "
"Citizens? No, you're mistaken. Only those who pay taxes every month and honestly pay a sum of money can be called citizens. As for them, they are just like the rats in the sewers, eating the leftovers and living an ignoble life in the city. "
The young noble asked without hesitation, before pointing at Mufasa. "But that has nothing to do with you. Soldiers, take him down!"
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Chapter 152
The City Watch
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