Chapter 114 Noble Lily

Charles was very surprised. Lily had been with him for so long, and this was the first time she asked him for a salary.

"Didn't you just pull me to buy what you needed to buy before?"

Lily lowered her ears and told Charles that she saw James' wife distributing stale bread to the poor Shadow Island refugees, and she wanted to do the same.

"Mr. Charles, let's help them. They are so pitiful. I saw that some people were so hungry that they went to the garbage dump to pick up things that mice wouldn't eat to fill their stomachs. It's so pitiful." Lily pulled Charles' finger Shaking like a baby.

"There are so many people, can you help them?"

"Then... that can help one person, it's really hard to be hungry, and I jumped out and told the sewer that there have been a lot of dead people recently."

Charles thought for a while, and handed a check with the amount written on it to Lily, "This is your money, don't take it all out, let Dipper open an account for you in the bank."

"Thank you, Mr. Charles, it's very kind of you!" Lily excitedly grabbed the check and left quickly with her mouse friends.

"Do we have enough money? Just play with the brat." Richard's voice sounded in his mind.

"That's the salary she deserves, no matter how she uses it, the echo is useless to us, and we won't be here for long," Charles said, taking out the drawing board and starting to draw.

Richard's voice disappeared from his mind, and Charles' prosthetic limb suddenly moved on its own, and he picked up another paintbrush and began to bow left and right.

The two paintbrushes continued to fill in the drawing board, and gradually a happy and laughing family of four appeared on the drawing board.

But except for a young man inside, the faces of the other three people are very hazy.

Charles thought Lily's affairs were over, but he didn't expect that his gunner came back crying very hard that night.

"What's the matter?" Charles put down the paintbrush in his hand and asked the white mouse who was wiping his tears.

"Hey, they... they robbed me of my bread... I asked them to pick it up one by one, but they refused to listen to me, and they wanted to rob me of my money..."

"Are you all right?" Charles held Lily in his palm and checked her tail inwards and outwards.

"It's okay. My friends bit them. Why is that, Mr. Charles? I obviously helped them." Lily, who was upside down, asked Charles.

Seeing that Lily was not injured, Charles put her on the ground, "There are not so many reasons, don't go next time, save those Echo Coins to buy snacks for yourself."

Hearing what Charles said, Lily frowned and sat on the carpet playing with her tail. She really didn't understand why this happened, she was obviously helping them, why did they want to grab her bread.

A little bit of time passed, and the brown mice next to them lay on the carpet with their heads crossed and closed their eyes, but Lily still couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Lily's tangled face, Charles shook his head, put down the brush in his hand and grabbed her in the palm of his hand, walked to the window and opened it

"Do you think that these people should thank you for seeing them pitiful and helping them?"

"Yes, they are hungry, and I give them something to eat, shouldn't they say thank you to me? That's what good people do."

"Who told you that poor people are good people? Some people no longer care about what is good and what is bad in order to survive, and some people have tried their best just to survive."

Charles watched a beggar who was only seven or eight years old on the street scratching a sailor's clothes with a blade. His big bright eyes were no longer innocence, and they were full of greed for money.

The next second the beggar's actions were noticed by the sailor, who picked up the little beggar and threw it on the ground hard. Without any regard for the thief's young age, he raised his right foot and kicked him directly on the chest.

Facing this horrific scene, the surrounding crowd were very indifferent, they just spread out a little to avoid the blood spat out from the thief's mouth splashing on themselves.

The blood-spitting thief tremblingly crawled towards an old man who was smoking a cigarette, his bloody lips opened as if begging for something.

The old man gave him a cold look, threw the cigarette butt into the sewage in front of the boy, stood up, turned and left.

"In this world, we can only protect ourselves. At most, we can protect the people around us. We can't take care of other people's affairs. They look pitiful, but in this world, who is not pitiful? Human life To be in the world is to suffer in itself."

Charles ran his hand along the smooth hair on Lily's back.

The white mouse standing in Charles' palm tightly clenched its paws, staring at the thief on the ground who was ignored.

Just when Charles thought he had convinced his gunner, Lily squeaked a few times, and the brown mice lying on the carpet rushed out quickly.

Soon, Charles saw the mice quickly dragging the little boy on the ground into the corner of the street.

Lily moved Charles' hand away, looked up at Charles and shook her head vigorously. "Mr. Charles, you are wrong. Dad told me that a person living in this world is not only for himself. Only by helping each other can people make this world a better place!"

Lily jumped from Charles' palm to the ground, and said emotionally: "Even if they don't thank me, I will help them! Mr. Charles, don't stop me!"

Seeing the furry look of the little mouse, Charles chuckled. "I won't stop you, since you want to do it, then you go, remember to buy some fish and mushrooms for those people, it will help everyone, bread is too expensive, and the cheapest black flour is also freshwater from."

Lily froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously, turned around and rushed out the door.

Looking at the bustling street outside the window, Charles breathed a sigh of relief, Lily's character is higher than his.

The events of that day passed quickly in Charles' mind, no matter what Lily's refugee relief work did, as long as she was happy.

But as time passed, a legend began to circulate in the port area.

A legend about the Rat Angels, who are the patron saints of waifs and beggars, who distribute food to the hungriest children.

"You did a good job this time." In the warm room, Charles said to the white mouse holding an oyster next to him.

Lily smiled hey. "I sent them one by one while they were sleeping, so that all the food I sent was delivered to everyone, and no one was hungry."

Charles continued his painting, which made Lily happy, and the money was worth it.

"Mr. Charles, what are you doing at the beach while you're sleeping?"

Lily's words made Charles' brush pause, "Did you see me go to the beach? When?"

"Hmm." Lily nodded her head. "My friends have seen you several times, jumping off the roof."

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