Nourishment Pond I

"Pretty lady, do a good deed…"

From the main street, a faint voice sounded. Merlin opened his eyes and saw a few youths dressed in tattered clothes begging on the streets. This scene made Merlin feel very puzzled. 

The Holy Dragon Empire was very sparsely populated. In the territories, even the lowliest person could still do some odd jobs to survive. At worst, they could work as servants of the aristocrats. In general, most aristocrats were not overly harsh on their servants. 

Therefore, it was impossible for anyone to starve, especially in the bustling Holy Dragon City. However, people begging on the streets. 

"Who are they?" 

Merlin asked with bewilderment. 

"Master, they're refugees! The Holy Dragon Empire is riddled with chaos and conflict inside and out. We're not the only ones who are stranded. Even worse-off are these civilians. As refugees, they don't have anything left to their names, so they have no choice but to beg."