Chapter 59 Class Game

The atmosphere of "Mr. J" is in sharp contrast with the outside. The slow violin and piano sounds are like the water of the Rhine flowing into the ears of the two people. The gorgeous decorations announce the extraordinaryness of this place to passers-by through the glass. Some upper classes are eating elegantly, including some foreign upper classes, as if what happened outside has nothing to do with them.

Mo Xi was very restrained at first glance. This was the first time he came to such a high-end place. He pulled his white clothes nervously and followed behind Camus.

"Welcome, sir, do you have an appointment?"

Camus handed his hat to the cat waiter, "No appointment, is there any vacancy? I need a single room."

"Yes, sir, please follow me."

Arriving in the room, Camus put his suit on the hanger next to him, ordered two screaming meal sets and a bottle of red wine, and poured a cup of black tea for Mo Xi.

"Mr. Mo Xi, I wonder what you think of them? Maybe you can be relieved today."

Since seeing these foreign upper classes, Mo Xi has been silent for a long time, not saying a word, until Camus's voice woke him up.

"How can they do this? Don't they see their compatriots living in dire straits?"

Camus smiled, "Life has classes, and each class has its own way of life. The people at the bottom are the cheapest and the most indispensable. Each of us is climbing up, but don't forget how many losers there are behind success? Those losers are at the bottom."

At this, Camus tapped his fingers, "This is just a small storm in Caldecott City. The storm hits those who are unwilling to be at the bottom. If they succeed, they become the upper class, and if they fail, they become the bottom. Don't you think this happened too suddenly and too quickly?"

At this, Camus sneered, "Who do you think will be the loser in the future? If you want to resist, do you rely on those unarmed civilians or those damn stinky rats?"

"Have you forgotten who are behind those entrepreneurs? Without their consent, do they dare to lay off employees collectively? What is the purpose of layoffs? It is to give those who have ulterior motives the confidence to jump out."

Mo Xi collapsed on the ground when he heard it. Was he wrong?

"Mr. Camus, am I wrong? But are those innocent civilians being used like this?"

Camus shook his head, "It's hard to say whether this is right or wrong. I guess the tragedy you mentioned won't last long. The government needs to deal with the hidden rebels, and the supernatural forces need to deal with those stinky rats. If we don't give them some bargaining chips, how can they show their tails?"

Mo Xi looked at Camus in shock, "Mr. Camus, did you know it a long time ago?"

Camus shook his head, "My previous thoughts were exactly the same as yours, but I know something different from your description. Put those things aside, and you will feel relieved. You are just a small person and can't bear so many things."

"Dong Dong..."

With the knock on the door, the waiter came in with a dining cart and served a screaming set meal to the two.

Smelling the sweet and delicious aroma of the food, Camus sighed and opened the lid.

"Eat it, eat it...guests, eat me quickly."

Seeing the horrified scene on the plate, Mo Xi fell to the corner with horror. Although he had heard of this kind of thing, it was another matter to see it himself.

"Mr. Moshi, you can try it, it tastes very good."

Moshi climbed up, looked at the food with hands and feet on the plate, picked up the knife and fork, tremblingly forked a piece into his mouth, and immediately his eyes lit up and he was completely relaxed.

Camus also tasted it, and felt like chewing wax, so he took a few bites casually, poured a glass of red wine and handed it to Moshi, and poured himself a glass.

"Cheers, Mr. Moshi, congratulations on coming out of the shadows."

"Thank you, praise the sun god, this food is great."

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After eating and drinking, Camus paid a full 6 silver coins for the meal and walked out of the restaurant.

"Oh, look who is this, I thought you were dead? Cute Mr. Moon Elf."

Camus turned around and saw that it was Monty Goreys.

"Oh, maybe the god of death doesn't need my soul, thank you for your advice."

Goreys took a look, carefully looked at Camus's purple glasses, and looked at Camus with a shocked face.

"Oh, Queen of Spades, you have been promoted? It's incredible? It's been so long? And you are an extremely rare makeup artist."

Camus smiled slightly, "Mr. Gao Ruisi, I have always been very lucky. Ms. Susie mentioned you in the Adventurer's Guild."

Gaoruis's mouth twitched, "Dear Mr. Moon Elf, please don't mention this smart and violent rabbit. Last time I came back, my body was in pain for three days. It was so bad."

Camus raised his mouth, "Mr. Gao Ruisi, what are you doing here?"

Gaoruis spread his hands, "This is the branch of the Poker Club , if not here, where should I go? By the way, do you know a more senior pharmacist? I'm looking for a pharmacist. "

Camus shook his head, "Don't you have the "Guidance Method"? I think the unknown existence can help you."

Gorris spread his hands helplessly, "It's not suitable for me to use my ability now."

"I know a pharmacist, I can ask her first if she is willing to help you."

"Oh, that's really great, I think you were right last time, maybe we can make friends, real friends."

"Of course, I'm happy to have such a friend."

Gorris smiled, "Sorry, I have to go in and report some situations, otherwise I should treat you to afternoon tea today."

After taking a few steps, Gauris turned around and said, "Mr. Elf, I think you need to be more careful. You haven't been very friendly recently. I wish you good luck."

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Underground gang, in a dark room, continuous miserable howls came out through the crack in the door. The two men in black guarding the door looked at each other and swallowed.

"Squeak..."

As the door opened, a group of naked demons and orcs filed out, carrying a strong smell of blood that was disgusting.

The orange oil lamp illuminated the leading orc. He wiped his mouth that was still a little bloody, revealing a face full of yellow pimples. His amber eyes were looking at the two gatekeepers cruelly, and his black claws were scratching. With a gurgling red eye.

"Hoo ho... I think we need food."

When the gatekeeper saw these monsters looking over, he was about to run away when he felt a sharp pain in his neck and fell to the ground with a howl. A group of extremely hungry demons and orcs listened happily to their howls. The stuttering licked their bodies, and the bright red blood stained the ground.

After a while, the two were finished eating, and only the blood on the ground told them that they were two people. Keck looked at the tragedy that happened from a distance, and looked at his lovely friend with a smile.

"Dear friend, are you full? If not, there are excellent bunny girls in the slave camp."

The leading orc picked up the red eye in his hand and said, "My respected master, will watch this feast. Are those councilors ready?"

When Keck saw the red eyes, his whole body trembled and he hurriedly averted his gaze, "I think they are ready. They are in the lower block. I will ask someone to take you there right away."

The Orc smiled cruelly, picked up the knife on the table, and stabbed himself in the eye. A stream of green blood spurted onto Keck's robe. Keck watched helplessly as the Orc dug it out and put it in his own eyes. In his mouth, the rich plasma was squeezed out through the gaps between his yellow-brown teeth, and he pressed his red eyes into the bloody eye sockets.

"Mr. Keck, you will get what you want. Let's go first."

Watching their departing figures, Keck smiled cruelly and touched the potion in his arms, "I've got the thing. Do you really think that the Church of the Sun is a useless slug?"