At this time, with the busy work of the town guards, a pile of symbolic bonfires burned in the ruins, bringing some warmth to the depressed manor.

A smile appeared on the poor's tired faces. At this moment, they just wanted to sit down and rest well and enjoy the food exchanged for this labor.

"Did mom have bread?"

"Brother, I'm very hungry."

The adults took their children and walked honestly towards the residence under the command of the town guards.

Rock had already moved out the table and chairs in the room. He decided to personally carry out the distributing bread, which made Murdan feel strange. It should not be done by the owner of the manor himself.

"Sir, you don't need to do this. Believe me, I can do it well."

"No, Murdan, you misunderstood. I just want them to remember me and remember this food today."

"Sorry, I understand."

Murdan looked at Rock respectfully, he smiled, nodded slightly, and then stood beside the other party.

"I've arranged everything for me, don't make any noise, otherwise I'll make him look good."

Under the maintenance of order by the town guards, the poor lined up in a long line, and they were slowly walking towards Rock.

The first young man to receive the bread was a thin person, with a dirty face, ordinary appearance, torn clothes, and scars on his hands. It was obvious that he worked very hard.

Next to him was an old lady with muddy eyes. She was already very old and couldn't help but tremble when she stood. She might be the young man's mother, but there was no need for Rock to understand such things.

"She doesn't have to work because she's not on the list of people I need, and I don't like this." Rock had a good vision and could see traces of working on the old lady at a glance.

"Master, you are a good person. You are willing to give my son bread. I am willing to work for you."

Surprisingly, this sentence was spoken from the old lady, which made the young man beside him feel uneasy and worried that he would annoy Rock.

"Thank you, I'm not a good person. Even if you work, you can only get a black bread." Rock smiled and then gave the young man food.

"Thank you sir."

The young man nervously thanked and hurriedly pulled his mother away, with many people behind him needing to receive bread.

"etc!"

Suddenly, Rock stopped them, and he took a toast, gently broke it apart, and handed half of it to the young man.

"No need to say thank you. The black bread is too hard. Remember to work hard for me. The wells in the manor were not completely destroyed. If you want to drink water, you will find a way to get it."

"Thank you, thank you, sir." A slightly choked voice was responding to Rock.

The first person who worked was given a bread, which was the best start, but for some reason, the expressions of the town guards around him changed. In addition to awe, there was something called respect in his eyes when he looked at Rock.

The poor are receiving bread in an orderly manner, most of them are themselves, and their relatives may have died or been abandoned by the cruel reality.

Before we knew it, a cold wind began to blow on the Black Thorn Manor, and the bonfire was shaking. Even so, it could not take away everyone's warmth. Those who received the bread instinctively sat down next to the bonfire, and occasionally said something in a low voice when eating bread. At this moment, they understood what satisfaction was.

"Thank you, Master."

The single woman with a sallow complexion received not black bread, but toast, and her abdomen was slightly raised. Perhaps the damn father didn't know that he was going to be a father, because those people didn't know the sin they committed just to satisfy their own pain.

Rock looked at the child beside the woman. It was a boy with a sloppy foot, about the same age as Philey. He also had a sister with messy hair, and looked like she had been frightened and looked nervous.

How could the mother and son be selected? Rock wanted to know if they could really do their job well in this way.

"Sir, Brother Barrow and I were having a headache when selecting people. Please don't mind." Murdan, who was standing beside him, explained in a low voice. He was slightly moved, and some things that were invisible were taking root in his heart.

"So, the weak cannot survive in this world. There is no reason. This is reality. I hate seeing such a picture, which makes me unwilling to be ruthless."

"Sir, because this is your kindness, I deeply respect you like this. I am always glad to meet you when I met you." Murdan said seriously.

"Thanks."

The scenes in the Black Thorn Manor are just a microcosm of the entire Gzwalk. The doomsday will truly come to everyone as time goes by, and now it has just begun.

Some people are destined to die, and they cannot rely on each other, and they cannot even protect the gods, and only self-salvation.

"That's great, I had bread."

Tieshan came over with his younger brother and sister, and hesitated on his face. He knew very well that his younger brother and sister had worked very hard this afternoon, but there was too little black bread.

"This kid is very good. I think he could become a powerful swordsman if he was in the past." Murdan admired Tieshan very much and gave a very high evaluation.

After hearing his words, Rock smiled and his eyes fell on Tieshan.

Tieshan felt very nervous. Although the master was about the same age as himself, the other party was the owner of Black Thorn Manor, and his identity and status were different from each other.

In his opinion, he was just a humble poor man, an inconspicuous existence, while the other party was dazzling.

"Brother Tieshan."

The children behind Tieshan were hiding from Rock's gaze uneasy. If they could, they wanted to hide themselves, so they could only lower their heads nervously and try to hide behind him.

"There is only one bread, how do you make it?" Rock asked curiously.

Tieshan glanced at Murdan, and after seeing the other party giving him a look of peace, he responded respectfully to Rock: "Master, my younger brothers and sisters need food, they have been hungry for a day."

"What about you, you know that it's not easy to work."

"I've eaten it in the morning, and I still have strength."

"I like this answer. This is a reward for you. You can get three more black bread. I saw that your younger brothers and sisters work hard today." Rock took a toast and put it on the table, preaching with a smile.

"Master." Tieshan looked excited. He didn't expect this to happen and hurriedly knelt down to the other party.

"Thanks to the master for his generosity, Tieshan will never forget it."

"Thank you, thank you, sir."

"Old, Master, thank you."
Chapter completed!