Chapter 2239 - 814: One of the Uses of the Alley

After seeing the strong men who were fighting against the ’Old Age Striking King’, Hill instantly understood why Shaer placed such importance on this area.

Although the main purpose might be to let the ’Old Age Striking King’ experience her frustration, Shaer must have discovered something worth subjecting such capable people like the Female Priest to suffering.

These people aren’t considered evil, but they are evidently very organized, and have a plentiful source of food.

People who grow up eating black taro can’t develop muscles.

That stuff can only meet daily needs and keep people from starving.

No matter how much they eat, it’s just a bit better than grass... even for cow horses, if all they get to eat is the most ordinary grass, there won’t be much increase in strength or load-bearing capacity.

Muscle growth can’t be achieved without meat and protein.

It’s not that such people don’t exist.

In this refugee camp, not everyone relies on Josh’s assistance to survive... but such people simply don’t appear in this alley.

Even if they formed a small gang-like organization, they couldn’t achieve that.

After all, the people living in this alley are mainly the destitute.

And under Josh’s control, there is a basic requirement that there cannot be any murders or starvation cases.

Even if he lets go of this camp, those basic settings are still established by him.

He can afford to be so indifferent precisely because he has embedded these basic requirements within the camp’s Basic Magic Array.

Even if the Archmage who helped him build this camp’s Defense Tower had any ulterior motives or made any small moves, some principles of agreements cannot be changed.

Therefore, someone must be supporting these people.

It’s unlikely the family clans behind the Defense Tower are the ones pulling the strings for these strongmen.

Even if these families secretly reached an agreement, maintaining a facade of enthusiasm while secretly guarding against Josh, there are certain things, certain boundaries, they dare not cross.

After all, if anyone crosses the line, the oppressed people absolutely won’t continue to uphold agreements in such cases.

Even if everyone has hidden agendas, these ’ghosts’ remain in the budding stage, never fully manifesting.

It’s just that Josh really looks down on the people in this refugee camp; otherwise, if he leaned towards any family even slightly, these families wouldn’t have maintained balance for so many years.

There’s no room for progress, which is why everyone can deal with Josh with a consistent attitude.

But if someone plays tricks... In the world, there’s no absolutely secretive information.

The prerequisite for remaining unknown is simply a lack of interest from others.

Among the family clans, monitoring in order to uphold their shoddy agreements is surely the most meticulous.

Therefore, the ones supporting these strong men are probably from middle, or even lower middle, powers or families.

The perspective of the image on the giant screen is obviously from a bird’s-eye view, so even though it’s just one corner of the small town, a detailed look reveals that roughly two-thirds of the camp is captured in the image.

Hill knows where Josh’s farm-style Magic Garden is located within his control.

But Josh is a person of firm convictions.

In his mind, this three-story farm mainly serves to provide everyone with the opportunity to survive, so except for a small portion of wheat cultivated on the third floor for children under three and their mothers, the rest is all black taro.

This plant demands the least nutritional needs from the earth, so with proper control, it can definitely provide food to the entire camp for over a thousand years.

Because this refugee camp is completely isolated from the outside world, and even the ground beneath the feet is concealed using special methods, although the outside ground has obviously turned barren, the soil inside the camp still retains a bit of life force.

In the yards in front and behind the houses within the camp, and even on small shelves outside the windows, black taro is basically grown everywhere.

It can be said that people in this camp, while surviving, live rather poorly... but they live more like humans compared to the ordinary folks in Dark Enigma Town.

Though the clothes they wear are rough, even the worst are patched.

Only the people hiding in the alley wear tattered clothes, but not to the extent of being ragged.

Moreover, everyone still has some flesh on their faces.

Thin is surely thin, but you can tell what their faces look like... completely different from those outside who truly embody poverty, with their skin stretched over bones, making all ages and genders appear the same at first glance.

True sufferers don’t have a mess of hair and a scraggly beard... they have long lost it due to lack of nutrition.

But in this refugee camp, no one reaches that point, including the real impoverished people hiding in the dark in the alley.

Hill suddenly curled his lip... He understood why Lansendel had no plans to stop Shaer from targeting the refugee camp.

These people live with such dignity entirely because of Josh’s protection.

However... even if there are vague conspiracies or unforeseen pressures, it cannot hide the fact that they truly are heartless.

After all, everyone knows Josh is the most powerful being in this refugee camp.

In these people’s eyes, Josh doesn’t affect their daily lives, but the family clans can... Though Josh ensures they don’t starve, the family clans can offer them more privileges.

Even if these don’t amount to more than what Josh provides in food, a little more counts.

This is indeed a very realistic reason, and no one can argue... They are merely selfish, not harming others, right?

However, since they chose the most realistic reason, they also need to accept the most realistic consequences.

The agreement between Josh and the Defense Tower is complete, Lansendel naturally has no obligation to shelter these people from other worlds.

No matter what Shaer plans to find from this refugee camp, it has nothing to do with the Lord of Dawn.

He just needs to watch.

Although he didn’t deprive this world’s people of the chance to walk toward a true Professional future, Lansendel didn’t do anything more than that.

"Have you noticed anything, Hill?" Shaer asked softly, "Are you looking for their private farm?"

"Yes." Hill nodded, "To maintain private armed forces in the slum, you either need an extremely large storage space filled with food.

Or, you have your own farm."

"Wouldn’t that require a lot of land nutrients?" Lansendel interjected, "Otherwise, how could they grow wheat every year!"

Hill turned away, not planning to pay him any attention.

Lansendel raised one wing, scratching his bird-like head with the tip, tilting it slightly in confusion.

He didn’t really believe Hill was genuinely angry with him.

Earlier, he felt something was odd... Hill has never been one to shy away from jokes.

But isn’t this Hill’s Magic Tower?

Who is he on guard against?

Shao wouldn’t count, would she?

Though Lansendel also isn’t fond of Shaer... her personality, temper, and character aren’t his type, he knows the Lady of the Night actually has principles.

Especially when it comes to protecting her own.

Given Hill and William’s relationship, Shaer wouldn’t easily plot against Hill.

Unless there’s some special benefit.

Hmm... Hmm?

Lansendel suddenly realized something.

Shao indeed wouldn’t plot against Hill.

But she would plot against him, Lansendel!

Not necessarily his life, but she might aim for his dignity.

Though... dignity isn’t often a priority for him, he wouldn’t want it forcibly taken!

The Great Peacock hid in the corner seemingly dejected, but internally he was engulfed in immense waves... What could Shaer be plotting against him?

Why can Hill see it, but he can’t?

Hill is smart, but Lansendel never thought his friend was particularly adept at spotting conspiracies.

A word from Shaer must have caught Hill’s attention, prompting his actions.

Shaer, entering this Magic Tower, hasn’t spoken much at all?

But she indeed elaborated a few times.

Lansendel was deeply puzzled.

Shaer sneered and posed the same question, "So, Hill, which possibility do you think is more likely?

Is it possible to use other methods to refine land nutrients?"

Hill blinked gently.

Throughout the ages, the cheapest and most readily available land fertilizer has only one kind.

Even if the thought is a bit disgusting, Hill would not deny its existence.

Although in the Fantasy World, due to the abundance of land, very few people adopt that method to nourish the soil...but it doesn’t mean no one sees its benefit.

Hill puffed his cheeks slightly and softly spoke, "Rose’s new Divinity is quite suitable for making basic land nutrients."

Shao froze, feeling like something was wrong with her ears... but she recalled, the new Divinity Rose recently manifested was inherited from that filthy sludge, dubbed ’God of Feces’ by the Undead Tribe.

Shaer sweep aside the vines before her face, her face somewhat pale, "Hill, are you talking about the Divinity that appeared in front of your Agleya?"

Hill nodded, "Yes, actually all those belonging to the earth recognize this can be very nutritious, we just use spells to create better and more suitable nourishment. But, if there’s no alternative, it is a method, yes?

It’s better than people lacking food to fill their stomachs."

Shaer abruptly raised her gaze toward that alley: "Inside, that place resembling a secret chamber... could it really be used for that purpose?

I always refused to inspect firsthand because people coming out from there reek too much."

Hill suddenly understood and nodded... If one really wanted to conceal a fertilizer base, this alley indeed seems quite suitable.

After all, the stench originally fills the air.