Chapter 195 - 17: Lich 2
Everything went quietly as Gray handed bags of flour to the queued-up poor.
The Black Cat whispered, "I’m increasingly feeling Catherine was right... Aren’t you going to ask what I mean?"
"I know what you mean," Gray softly replied.
The Black Cat said no more and quietly stayed inside the armor.
With his head bowed, Gray continued handing bags of flour to the poor. Each time he handed one over, he would say, "May the Holy Spirit bless you."
And those poor people would hold the bag with both hands, nodding in response. Some were humble, some were flustered, some were nervous, some were insincere, and some looked on with greedy eyes... They showed all sorts of reactions.
Soon, the flour was all distributed, leaving only an empty pushcart. However, there were still many poor people who hadn’t received any. They looked at Gray longingly.
Food production in the north was far lower than in the south; in an age dominated by agriculture, the north was much poorer than the south. As the capital of the Gustav Empire, more than thirty percent of Black Dragon City was actually composed of poor people. However, compared to those in years of natural disaster, they temporarily faced no immediate survival crisis.
"Holy Knight, will you come back tomorrow?" A ragged-clothed child who had queued for a long time but received nothing asked.
Gray hesitated for a moment, then gently stroked the child’s head and replied softly, "I’ll probably not be able to come tomorrow."
"What about us?"