After being fired from the diamond squid, I became a sea patrol ranger.

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For some reason, Wolf felt a chill run down his spine.

He saw Spah suddenly squat down, put his hands in his pockets, and pull out an ordinary paintbrush.

Spa pursed his lips, rested the tip of his nose on the ground, and then his body began to tremble as if he had been electrocuted.

The paintbrush, too, trembled and writhed, outlining lines on the stone slab.

Wolf didn't pay attention to the lines; he was only watching Spa twitch. As Spa twitched, he even started humming a song.

Sweat beaded on the forehead of the homeless man.

Dude... the way you're convulsing looks like you're having a seizure.

The melody of the song is indeed pleasant to listen to.

Just as Wolf Brother was questioning the world, Spall stopped writing.

Wolf Brother shifted his gaze to the ground and saw a pattern of a strange species.

That thing was all white and had horns; it was probably, maybe, a sheep.

puff!

The smoke rose, choking Wolf Brother.

When the smoke cleared, the sheep-like creature came to life and barked wildly at him, calling him "Moldy, moldy, moldy."

I go!

So amazing!

As a native of Beloborg, Wolf had never seen such a thing before. He felt that Spa seemed to have stepped out of a fairy tale.

Wait a minute! I think I... now I know where all those mechanisms in the orphanage came from.

This skill... is comparable to that of a god!

That's not like the methods people from Belleburg use at all.

Could it be that he is truly the Amber King's messenger descended to earth to save the world?

Thinking of this, Wolf Brother's arrogance vanished instantly.

His brows relaxed, he smiled, and moved his lips as if trying to say something.

But the next second, he felt a chill on his feet. Spa had pulled off his socks and was holding a can of food, which he handed to the child next to him.

"Hook, put honey on the soles of his feet in a bit. Sheep love sweets and will lick his feet relentlessly, making him itch like crazy!"

"Alright! Hand it over to Lord Black Hook!"

Hook let out a joyful shout, took the can of food, and hopped towards Wolf Brother, crouching down and bringing his head close.

Wolf saw that Hook's eyes narrowed, and he revealed a sly smile, as if he were a demon.

"No! No! Don't come any closer!"

The thought of being licked by a sheep gave even a tough guy like Wolf Brother goosebumps.

However, how could Hook care about his pleas for mercy?

The little girl picked up a cotton swab, reached into the jar, scooped out the sticky honey, and dabbed it on the wolf's feet.

The cotton swab was getting closer and closer to him.

"Hook! No!"

A voice rang out, but it did not come from Spa.

It was a girl's voice.

Upon hearing the voice, Wolf Brother's face immediately lit up with joy.

Upon hearing the girl's cry, Hook paused slightly, then stopped attacking, stood still, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Seeing the commotion, Spah became curious.

Which deity has made its appearance?

Spas pondered, following Hook's gaze, but all he saw was endless white snow.

Just as he was wondering what was going on, he saw a petite figure walking towards him step by step through the wind and snow.

She was a young girl with long, snow-white hair, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket. She had a pure and innocent air about her, like a fairy descending to earth.

However, what surprised Spah even more was that the girl was not wearing shoes.

The girl lifted her delicate foot and stepped on the snow, leaving a trail of footprints with a soft patter.

Doesn't she feel cold?

Spall was puzzled when he saw the girl walk up to the group, with two small dark blue robots beside her.

"Clara?"

Hook made a sound of surprise.

Chapter 86 Clara and the Mechanical Settlement

The golden retriever girl's eyes lit up, and she rushed over to Clara, pressing her little face close to hers.

"ah!"

Clara cried out in surprise and instinctively stepped back.

Hooker fell headfirst into a snowdrift.

However, the golden retriever girl didn't care at all. She stood up and shook off the snowflakes from her body.

"Clara! What brings you here?"

Hook grinned, his cheeks flushed.

“Ling” Liu Si Lu Qi (eight) Pa; ~ I…

Clara blushed slightly, remained silent for a moment, then shook her head, took a step forward, raised her voice, and said:

"Please! Let these homeless people go!"

"Huh?" Hook pouted, looking troubled. "But I've only just started interrogating them! No way!"

Hook snorted and turned his head away.

"You... Hook!"

Spall noticed that Clara clenched her fists, her cheeks were flushed, and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Hook, as if noticing Clara's embarrassment, closed his lips and remained silent.

However, although Hook stopped toying with the vagrants, he didn't put down the honey jar either, and just stood there foolishly.

He was hesitant because he needed someone to offer him a way out.

Spall rolled his eyes, reached out and placed his hand between the two girls, a slight smile playing on his lips as he said:

“Homeless people are dangerous, and I personally don’t recommend letting them escape. However, if Clara has a good reason, I might be able to make an exception.”

As they were talking, Spa took out a lollipop and handed it to Hook, as a way of comforting her for not being able to play.

Hook squinted, unwrapped the candy, and laughed as he walked behind Spa's clothes and licked the lollipop.

Clara lowered her head and remained silent for a long while before looking up and whispering:

"The homeless person came to the orphanage this time to find medicine."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Spall, Hook, and even March 7, who hadn't spoken for a while, all looked surprised.

No... so they all have the same goal?

"There's been a large-scale conflict in the mining area this time, and too many people have been injured. Please! The homeless desperately need medicine!"

Clara clenched her fists, held them to her chest, and stared intently at the crowd with her large eyes. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Spall looked at the soft spot in his heart, and subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to put the medicine in his hand into Clara's palm.

But the next second, he came to his senses.

VII. Umbrella Matters (Part 3) No... Natasha's patients also need the medicine, I can't just hand it over casually.

At least I need to understand the situation first.

"Tell me! What exactly is this conflict you're talking about in the mining area?"

"Ok!"

Clara nodded, her little hands clasped tightly to her chest, rubbing against each other for a moment before she began to speak.

It turned out that after being cut off from the upper levels, the lower levels were facing a growing shortage of resources, and the people were struggling to survive.

Whether miners or homeless people, they can only rely on the earth's marrow ore as their energy source and their only means of survival.

However, the ore will eventually run out.

Every excavation sows the seeds of conflict. This time, the discovery of new ore has ignited the powder keg.

A fierce battle between miners and homeless people is about to break out.

The two sides fought back and forth fiercely, neither gaining any resources, but inadvertently incurring numerous casualties.

"So, that's how it is..."

Spall rolled his eyes, his fingers pressed against his chin, and deep down, he gained a deeper understanding of the dire situation in the lower classes.

The escalating conflict is practically a prelude to destruction.

Judging from the current situation... if nothing is done, the lower districts will likely be completely destroyed within just a few months.

Spall muttered to himself. His protective instincts made it difficult for him to turn a blind eye to such things.

but……

The more important issue right now is drug allocation.

Spa took out a peanut, put it in his mouth, and after chewing for a while, he already had an idea in mind.

He turned his head to look at Clara and asked:

"According to you, the homeless people here are basically all injured in fights, and none of them have colds or fevers, right?"

"Yes! This happened suddenly, and we urgently need disinfectant and gauze."

Clara nodded heavily.

"In that case, they only suffered superficial injuries. And most superficial injuries can be treated without medication."

"Ah? That's true, but..."

"I'll go with you to the homeless community first and treat their wounds. We'll take the rest of the medicine with us!"

Spall said, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"What do you think of my proposal?"

"what……"

Clara was slightly taken aback, unsure how to respond.

However, looking at Spa's smiling face, she felt that he exuded a strange persuasive power.

His plan...upon closer examination, does indeed have no problems.

Clara sighed and nodded.

Without further ado, Spall directed Hook to untie the wanderers one by one, then strode off to follow Clara away.

The group walked across the snow, leaving behind clusters of footprints.

As the sunlight streamed down, their figures receded further and further from the orphanage, becoming tiny specks, with only their shadows stretching into long strips.

The hustle and bustle faded away once again, leaving the orphanage far behind.

That dilapidated old house has once again fallen into endless loneliness.

Spa and his companions walked through the snow for a long time until they gradually saw several black fences in front of them, with streetlights stuck to the side like straw.

Sunlight drifted lightly over the fence, refracting into rainbow-colored spots of light.