Chapter 845: You Don't Want to Throw These Idiots to Me, Do You?

Anthony pretended to wave his hand casually, his palm brushing against the other person's arm. His hand still had the holy light from just wiping his butt—it was a holy light with a scent.

Turning around at the corner to look back, he saw a thin, small figure walking away quickly. Only then did Anthony follow slowly.

After many turns, Anthony arrived at a slum on the edge of the city. The houses here were basically sheds, most of them having only roofs and no walls. Those with walls were just thin wooden boards, neither heat-insulating nor warm. It was hot enough to die in summer and cold enough to die in winter.

The narrow roads were full of stagnant water. At the corners of the streets and alleys, several children with big heads and thick necks squatted, staring blankly with dull eyes—typical malnutrition. Seeing Anthony, who was dressed cleanly, walk by, they looked up full of expectation, looking timidly.

Anthony pretended not to see them and walked by quickly. The children showed disappointed expressions and lowered their heads to stare blankly again.

"Even the nature of children has been worn away. They are probably too hungry to have the energy to play. A bit troublesome. I'll look back to see who the ruler here is. If it's because of incompetence, forget it. If it's intentional, I'll send him to the stake." Anthony muttered in a low voice.

Following the faint scent of holy light, Anthony arrived at a house—it could barely be considered a house. At least in this slum, anything with walls and pillars could be considered a house.

Just as he approached, he heard a frustrated voice from inside: "Ouch, too unlucky. I picked a poor ghost. Such a big money bag only has two copper coins inside. Why use a money bag for such a small amount of money? Poor guy painting copper with gold paint to pretend to be a golden egg."

Another voice full of energy said, "Idiot, can't you tell a poor guy? Those who are timid, with shifting eyes, and can't stand straight are likely poor guys. Those who walk unhurriedly, with calm expressions and straight backs, are likely rich people."

The frustrated voice said, "The one I picked this time was a guy walking unhurriedly. Who knew he was so poor."

"Then what to do? Can you still find him? The person only has two copper coins on him. You took the money. Will he be unable to eat?" The voice full of energy sounded a bit depressed, but the content of the words was completely inconsistent with the voice. Was he actually afraid that others wouldn't be able to eat and wanted to return it?

Anthony was a bit dumbfounded.

The frustrated voice said, "Where can I find him? We met on the road. Who knows where he went."

"I can be found. I'm here." Anthony responded, then lifted the curtain and walked in. However, the situation he saw inside made him slightly stunned.

Two panicked guys—one was the thief who picked his wallet, a woman; the other was a sturdy Tauren, also a woman. What made Anthony stunned was that he knew both of them.

Anthony knew them, but they didn't know Anthony. They looked left and right in a panic, looking like they wanted to run away.

Unfortunately, the Tauren's hooves were randomly clamped with two wooden boards and were crookedly lying there, seemingly broken. She couldn't run even if she wanted to.

The female thief discovered she couldn't run, so she had to smile and argue, "Poor... no, no, no, friend, I didn't mean it. It was just that when we brushed past each other before, I accidentally hooked your money bag. I only discovered it when I got home. I was just about to find you and return the money bag to you."

This kind of bullshit reason made Anthony realize, "So it was accidentally hooked? I thought it was stolen. Was it really hooked?"

"Yes, yes, yes, hooked. It was really an accident, not on purpose. Returning it to you." The female thief quickly stuffed the money bag into Anthony's hand.

Anthony smiled and said, "Thanks to finding it back. This money is for buying medicine. Do you know where there is any medicine for sale that can harden limbs in a short time?"

The female thief frowned, "Make limbs petrify? Why do I feel this kind of medicine is so familiar? What is it used for? Feels a bit improper. I don't know where it's sold."

"Oh, that's a pity. How should I address you two?" Anthony said with a smile.

"My name is Alchemist Sawa, she is Vanya. You?" the female thief asked.

"Call me Anthony."

The female thief and the Tauren couldn't help but wrinkle their faces and whispered to each other, "Why is this name so familiar? Where have we heard it?"

"No, doesn't feel like a good person. Be careful."

While they were whispering, Anthony also sized up the surrounding environment—a small shed, a shelf in the corner that should probably be considered a bed, and besides that, only a chair, which Vanya was sitting on. And that was it.

"Your conditions here are a bit difficult. Vanya, what's wrong with your leg?" Anthony asked.

Vanya didn't talk about her leg, but covered her pocket immediately and said, "I have no money."

Anthony was dumbfounded, but still followed her words and asked, "Then what do you have?"

Vanya thought for a while, pinched her belly, and said, "Beef fat..." But just after finishing, she let go in embarrassment because she discovered that there was no fat left on her belly, only a layer of skin.

Alchemist Sawa asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do? Let's say it first, we have no money, and I really didn't steal your money on purpose. Are you a bounty hunter?"

After hearing bounty hunter, Vanya vigilantly picked up a wooden stake as thick as an ordinary person's waist from under the chair.

Anthony smiled and said, "I am a healer. Seeing an injured person, I instinctively want to treat them. Unfortunately, you have no money. I am experienced and can see at a glance that this injury will be permanently disabled if not treated, right?"

"Ah? Will I be disabled?" Hearing that she would be disabled, Alchemist Sawa and Vanya were both panicked.

"Yes, your bones haven't been set correctly. They are crooked. Even if they grow back, they will be crooked. Vanya's weight is so large, pressing on the crooked foot, it is very easy to break again. By then, you will be crippled. The remaining foot cannot bear your weight and is very easy to break. Finally, you can only crawl on the ground. The ground here is so dirty, crawling on the ground is not good, right?" Anthony analyzed very seriously, but his words were scary.

Both guys' faces turned pale. "Then... then what to do? Can you treat it? How much money is needed? I'll go... go pick it up immediately, go pick it up."

"Then when will you pick it up?" Anthony had a difficult expression. After thinking for a while, he said reluctantly, "How about this, you accept my employment for three months to offset the treatment fee."

Alchemist Sawa hesitated and covered her chest, asking, "Do I need to sleep with you?" Vanya also hurriedly covered her chest.

Anthony's cheeks twitched rarely, and he endured a smile: "No need."

Alchemist Sawa let go to the side in disappointment and muttered, "It's not like I can't. If I don't need to sleep with you, what are you hiring us for?"

Anthony prayed in his heart: Lord, save me. You don't want to throw these idiots to me, do you? ===== CHAPTER 846 =====