Chapter 311: Chapter 17: Arrival of the Blood Hunters, a Wonderful Misunderstanding

"Hurry! The Priest is giving out eggs again! They’ll all be gone if you’re late!"

"What? He’s starting again today? Wasn’t it supposed to be on the fifteenth of every month?"

"You haven’t heard, have you? They say Lord He’an’s Divine Grace has grown in Power, so the old hens the Priest keeps in his backyard have probably started laying. I heard they’re laying three eggs a day now."

"What? Three eggs? I thought I heard they could lay ten eggs a day."

In the shantytown-like slums, many people were heading south in small groups.

The faces of many who were nothing but skin and bones were lit up with excitement.

"Ten eggs? Isn’t that a bit of an exaggeration? How does the Priest even feed so many chickens?"

"Hmph, that just shows what you know. Lord He’an is the great Dragon God’s mortal vessel. With the Dragon God’s protection, I bet those old hens could get fat and plump even without eating."

"Huh? They can get fat without eating? Is that even possible?"

The man asking the question was clearly a traveling peddler, judging by his attire. He did his business in the slums.

"Heh, you really don’t know, do you?"

"The Dragon God is the only Deity in this world who can save us."

"It is precisely because he saw the suffering in our world that he bestowed his Divine Grace, allowing the Priest to help us poor folk."

"Dragon God? What kind of god is that? How come I’ve never heard of him?" The peddler was clearly taken aback.

"That’s why an outsider like you wouldn’t know of the Dragon God’s greatness. You have no idea how many people the Priest has saved these days."

"From minor things like colds and fevers to major ones like festering wounds, or even critical illnesses—all it takes is a light tap from the Priest’s staff, and before long, all the pain and sickness vanish!"

"If that’s not a Miracle, what is?"

The peddler was left completely stunned.

’Could it really be that miraculous?’

In the Crimson World, in the Adams Empire, the Human Race had no truly orthodox faith.

Of course, various strange organizations and Churches existed in some regions.

But most of these organizations were just swindlers preying on the public, and many were even ploys used by local city halls to win over the people.

’So what could this small border city of Brighton possibly have that would be worthy of some bigwig’s attention?’

After all, those exiled to live in a dangerous region like the border were almost all descendants of the Empire’s criminals.

As such, the people here had virtually no civil rights.

’So how could any important person possibly undertake such a thankless task?’

The peddler was very confused.

He even suspected that it might be a squad from the Blood Hunter Corps that had a change of heart and decided to do charity work on the border.

After all, while not every member of the Blood Hunter Corps came from a prominent background, their records were at least clean. In fact, from what the peddler knew, many of the greenhorn students fresh out of the Empire’s Blood Hunter Academy were very kind-hearted.

They had, after all, been educated in the Imperial Capital since they were children, where the people they met and the scenes they witnessed were all full of goodwill.

Growing up in such a benevolent environment, surrounded by the prosperity of the Imperial Capital, led many Blood Hunter students to assume the entire Empire was just as flourishing.

But the reality was far crueler.

Outside of the Adams Empire’s Imperial Capital, most cities, barring a few major metropolises, were less than satisfactory.

Worse still, in the cities of the borderlands, it was a luxury for human residents to even eat their fill.

After all, wars between the Human Race and the Blood Race frequently broke out along the border.

Moreover, the land had long been heavily polluted by some kind of Power, so not only were the crops that could be grown scarce, but the yields were also pitifully low.

Therefore, getting a full meal was a luxury in many cities.

For an unremarkable little city like Brighton, being able to support a population of nearly five thousand was already something of a miracle.

Of course, this was all thanks to the geographical advantages of a border city.

After all, wars between the Empire’s humans and the Blood Race would break out at the Giant Wall from time to time. The people here could find work repairing the Giant Wall or even cleaning up battlefields, which allowed them to eke out a meager living.

The danger, however, was not insignificant.

But on the whole, the Adams Empire was relatively stable at present.

After all, since the founding of the Adams Empire, the Human Race and the Blood Race had only fought two major, decisive wars.

And now, it had been nearly fifty years since the Empire’s border Giant Wall was last breached.

Therefore, in such a stable environment, the population continued to rise steadily, despite the scarcity of food and clothing.

As for the Empire’s technology,

it was actually at a level similar to the first Industrial Revolution on Blue Star.

So, all things considered, the current overall environment of the Human Empire was not too bad.

And this provided a convenience for He’an and his two companions.

No one paid any attention to the slums—not the so-called city hall, nor the Blood Hunter Corps squad stationed here.

After all, these powerful individuals, whose statuses could be described as noble, would never set foot in a filthy, foul-smelling place like the slums.

However, while these people didn’t pay attention to the slums, many of the snakeheads who worked for the city hall did.

They had long since taken notice of everything happening in the South District Slums of Brighton.

Earlier, some snakeheads had even tried to go and extort them.

But it was obvious that anyone who went looking for trouble met a bad end.

Some snakeheads were even found dead in their own rooms on the morning after they had caused trouble.