"Did you steal funeral items from someone's house again? I've told you many times how dangerous it is... There are so many people in the store, if you were caught, I can't even imagine what would happen!" When he saw the silver pipe, Romeo said. At the same time, Romeo came to the table holding a big pot and divided the soup among the children.
Wild vegetables, carrots, and potatoes stewed in clear soup are not suitable to be served in plates. But other than these containers they randomly picked up from the garbage dump, they had no room for bargaining.
"And, are you all leaving this afternoon as well? 'They' are coming tonight," Romeo said.
In fact, the orphanage not only owed money to Maria, but also to some loan sharks. The lenient credit system in Acadia couldn't help the cursed children. Ever since the children of the orphanage were driven out by an orphanage in the city, they not only owed money for building the previous building, but also for building this half-finished one. Not to mention the burden brought to the orphanage by oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, clothes, furniture, and other things, which would further increase the orphanage's debt.
Moreover, the cursed children needed surgery to live a normal life.
As the cursed children grew up, they would gradually reveal the characteristics of the cursed children. For example, a four or five-year-old cursed child's eyes had already shown a deepening trend in degrees. If surgery was not performed before their eyes rotted, they would not only die, but at the very least, they would be left with indelible scars on their faces.
Surgeries cost a few thousand yuan at least and could reach up to tens of thousands yuan. The orphanage could not afford such expenses.
The people mentioned by Romeo were debt collectors.
"Oh... You're becoming more and more talkative. Aging prematurely, huh?" Osaro glanced at the chatty Romeo, mumbling a few words under his breath.
"Sister Nana is coming tonight too!" Hearing Romeo's words, the youngest child in the orphanage, Macbeth, who was sitting next to Merka, excitedly shouted, causing Merka to look at him in confusion.
He was still too young to understand the weight of debts.
"Ah... It's true, are you all leaving today as well? 'They' are coming tonight," Romeo said.
Actually, the orphanage owed not only Maria money, but also some money to loan sharks. The lenient credit system in Acadia couldn't help the cursed children. Ever since the children of the orphanage were driven out by an orphanage in the city, they not only owed money for building the previous building, but also for building this half-finished one. Not to mention the burden brought to the orphanage by oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, clothes, furniture, and other things, which would further increase the orphanage's debt.
Moreover, the cursed children needed surgery to live a normal life.
As the cursed children grew up, they would gradually reveal the characteristics of the cursed children. For example, a four or five-year-old cursed child's eyes had already shown a deepening trend in degrees. If surgery was not performed before their eyes rotted, they would not only die, but at the very least, they would be left with indelible scars on their faces.
Surgery fees ranged from a few thousand yuan to tens of thousands yuan, which the orphanage could not afford.
The people mentioned by Romeo were debt collectors.
"Oh... You're becoming more and more talkative. Aging prematurely, huh?" Osaro glanced at the chatty Romeo, mumbling a few words under his breath.
"Sister Nana is coming tonight too!" Hearing Romeo's words, the youngest child in the orphanage, Macbeth, who was sitting next to Merka, excitedly shouted, causing Merka to look at him in confusion.
He was still too young to understand the weight of debts.
"Ah... It's true, are you all leaving today as well? 'They' are coming tonight," Romeo said.
Actually, the orphanage owed not only Maria money, but also some money to loan sharks. The lenient credit system in Acadia couldn't help the cursed children. Ever since the children of the orphanage were driven out by an orphanage in the city, they not only owed money for building the previous building, but also for building this half-finished one. Not to mention the burden brought to the orphanage by oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, clothes, furniture, and other things, which would further increase the orphanage's debt.
Moreover, the cursed children needed surgery to live a normal life.
As the cursed children grew up, they would gradually reveal the characteristics of the cursed children. For example, a four or five-year-old cursed child's eyes had already shown a deepening trend in degrees. If surgery was not performed before their eyes rotted, they would not only die, but at the very least, they would be left with indelible scars on their faces.
Surgery fees ranged from a few thousand yuan to tens of thousands yuan, which the orphanage could not afford.
The people mentioned by Romeo were debt collectors.
"Oh... You're becoming more and more talkative. Aging prematurely, huh?" Osaro glanced at the chatty Romeo, mumbling a few words under his breath.
"Sister Nana is coming tonight too!" Hearing Romeo's words, the youngest child in the orphanage, Macbeth, who was sitting next to Merka, excitedly shouted, causing Merka to look at him in confusion.
He was still too young to understand the weight of debts.
"Ah... It's true, are you all leaving today as well? 'They' are coming tonight," Romeo said.
Actually, the orphanage owed not only Maria money, but also some money to loan sharks. The lenient credit system in Acadia couldn't help the cursed children. Ever since the children of the orphanage were driven out by an orphanage in the city, they not only owed money for building the previous building, but also for building this half-finished one. Not to mention the burden brought to the orphanage by oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, clothes, furniture, and other things, which would further increase the orphanage's debt.
Moreover, the cursed children needed surgery to live a normal life.
As the cursed children grew up, they would gradually reveal the characteristics of the cursed children. For example, a four or five-year-old cursed child's eyes had already shown a deepening trend in degrees. If surgery was not performed before their eyes rotted, they would not only die, but at the very least, they would be left with indelible scars on their faces.
Surgery fees ranged from a few thousand yuan to tens of thousands yuan, which the orphanage could not afford.
The people mentioned by Romeo were debt collectors.
"Oh... You're becoming more and more talkative. Aging prematurely, huh?" Osaro glanced at the chatty Romeo, mumbling a few words under his breath.
"Sister Nana is coming tonight too!" Hearing Romeo's words, the youngest child in the orphanage, Macbeth, who was sitting next to Merka, excitedly shouted, causing Merka to look at him in confusion.
He was still too young to understand the weight of debts.
"Ah... It's true, are you all leaving today as well? 'They' are coming tonight," Romeo said.
Actually, the orphanage owed not only Maria money, but also some money to loan sharks. The lenient credit system in Acadia couldn't help the cursed children. Ever since the children of the orphanage were driven out by an orphanage in the city, they not only owed money for building the previous building, but also for building this half-finished one. Not to mention the burden brought to the orphanage by oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, clothes, furniture, and other things, which would further increase the orphanage's debt.
Moreover, the cursed children needed surgery to live a normal life.
As the cursed children grew up, they would gradually reveal the characteristics of the cursed children. For example, a four or five-year-old cursed child's eyes had already shown a deepening trend in degrees. If surgery was not performed before their eyes rotted, they would not only die, but at the very least, they would be left with indelible scars on their faces.
Surgery fees ranged from a few thousand yuan to tens of thousands yuan, which the orphanage could not afford.
The people mentioned by Romeo were debt collectors.
"Oh... You're becoming more and more talkative. Aging prematurely, huh?" Osaro glanced at the chatty Romeo, mumbling a few words under his breath.
"Sister Nana is coming tonight too!" Hearing Romeo's words, the youngest child in the orphanage, Macbeth, who was sitting next to Merka, excitedly shouted, causing Merka to look at him in confusion.
He was still too young to understand the weight of debts.
"Sigh... It's true, what is going to happen if Miss Nana Dak comes and sees us in such a sorry state. Um... why don't you two stay?" Romeo finished dividing the soup, held the pot, walked to Juliet's side, and quietly worriedly looked at Juliet, while scooping a spoonful for himself and sipping it bit by bit. He didn't have a plate to drink the soup, as he had already given his plate to the troublemaker who accidentally broke his own plate.
Juliet blew gently on the steaming soup, tested the temperature with her lips, and then drank it all in one gulp.
"Romeo, please help me apply some medicine, Osaro and I are going out," Juliet said, looking deeply into Romeo's face. Romeo, who initially held a conservative opinion, shifted his gaze uncomfortably, and soon enough, he compromised.
People who don't earn money don't have the right to make decisions... That's probably what Romeo was thinking.
The noisy lunch for over thirty people was finally finished. The young children now had to go to the garbage dump to collect scrap material, while the smaller children stayed in the orphanage to take a nap, including Merka and Macbeth.
Seven or eight children squeezed on the floor covered with tattered sheets, and only Merka sat quietly, seemingly lost in thought
It seems to be Macbeth. If someone who had just fallen asleep was awakened, they would probably say something like "What? What's going on?" rather than outright denying me.
Merka stood up directly from the bedding, and walked towards the door of the dormitory where everyone had their own small locker, it must be where it belonged.
Merka opened Macbeth's locker, and Macbeth immediately followed, grabbing Merka's wrist as it reached into the locker.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault... Can you please not tell Romeo?" Macbeth looked up at Merka, who was slightly taller than him, with a pitiful gaze.
"You'll see based on your performance." Merka rummaged in the locker and indeed took out a plaque. "I'm going to put it back on the gate, you can go back to sleep."
"Well... actually, I just learned how to write those characters... Can I ask you for one more favor?" Macbeth scratched his face and shamelessly said, "My sister might ask later, I don't want to disappoint her..."
On his cute little face, his eyes were round, his ears were round, and his mouth was pouty. They were currently slightly bruised by the divine forces, but only lightly. His sweet face was as beautiful as an angel.
"...Alright." After a moment of silence, Merka imitated Jeanne and gently touched Macbeth's forehead.
"How do you pronounce these three characters?" Macbeth asked.
Merka looked at the plaque thoughtfully and nodded, saying, "It's pronounced 'No Smoking Zone'."
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"What happened, disconnected?" Turing was engrossed in watching when suddenly the machine emitted a burst of white light, bringing him back from the dream.
A faint and almost imperceptible breath came from around him, causing Turing to immediately look around vigilantly.
The breath dissipated like a wisp of smoke in the blink of an eye.
"Was it just an illusion..." Turing leaned back against the chair, grasping the armrests, attempting to enter the dream again.
Hamlet, hiding behind the bookshelf, squeezed his hands tightly against his chest, feeling as if his heart would jump out of his throat. He dared not even suppress his heartbeat, nor blink his eyes, swallow his saliva or even lower the leg that he had kept raised for over ten seconds.
Hamlet had a foreboding that being caught by Turing would be even more terrifying than death.
Stopping his quick movements caused Hamlet to feel as if his blood was flowing in reverse. He had only taken a few steps, yet it felt like he had aged significantly.
So that's it, no wonder Merka was so carefree...
He must have randomly scratched a few marks on the disc, causing Turing to encounter nodes while reading memories, waking up periodically.
Because I don't know the time interval between the nodes, I have to play a highly difficult game of "one, two, three wooden figures" with him.
Moreover, if I take a few more steps forward, I'm afraid I will enter his field of vision, so I must get to Ophelia and kill her.
But I only have one chance to strike... If I'm seen even for a moment, there will never be another opportunity.
He is relying on this psychological tactic of mine, constantly pushing me until I finish reading Ophelia's memories!
