Chapter 615 Dragonmoor City

Chapter 615 Dragonmoor City

"This... Is there nothing we can do for these people?" Jihaad couldn't help but ask before frowning, "Just because we can't help these people, it doesn't mean we shouldn't at least try."

"If you can only help the people you come across and not every one of them, you are not helping them. You are only satisfying your self-righteous heart to not feel mentally burdened," Vaan nonchalantly stated.

"Just by looking at the signs, it's clear this water problem has been going on for a few years. And yet, the crops are still well, and the farmers are still around. In other words, the people here are at least drinking the minimum amount of water to survive. Exceeding that daily quantity is a luxury to them."

"And when some people acquire this luxury while others don't, what do you think happens? Others will become jealous, and the people will only suffer. Perhaps the next time they receive their daily water quota, they will have less because of their jealous superiors. And then, instead of blaming them, they will blame you instead."

"That would be ridiculous!" Jihaad uttered

"Ridiculous?" Vaan glanced at Jihaad and acknowledged, "Perhaps so. But that's human nature. They don't dare blame their superiors because they know they would only suffer more."

"But what about you? They don't know you and have nothing to do with you. Moreover, you were kind enough to help them. As such, they believe they wouldn't suffer any consequences even if they blame you."

Jihaad fell silent, feeling depressed at the fact that people could repay his kindness with ingratitude. Humans could be quite unsightly.

However, Jihaad's heart was suddenly at peace, as if he had just achieved enlightenment. He became quite accepting of the situation explained by Vaan.

In the face of life or death, right and wrong became irrelevant; only one's survival mattered.

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Right and wrong was a luxury people could only discuss when they were alive. If they were going to die, why would right and wrong matter?

"If you want to help everyone, you have to solve the water problem at its root," Vaan calmly stated.

"And how do we do that, Sir Pendragon?" Jihaad sincerely asked with high expectations from Vaan.

Vaan's fight with Bakram had made Jihaad realize Vaan wasn't only peerlessly skilled in martial arts and cultivation but also exceptionally intelligent.

As such, Jihaad started worshipping Vaan as his idol.

"This isn't a problem for people of our status to solve. We are nobodies in this country," Vaan clearly stated. But after a short pause, he continued, "However, if you really want to know, you have to enter the city and observe the situation first."

"I understand, Sir Pendragon," Jihaad replied with some disappointment. He wasn't satisfied with Vaan's vague answer since he didn't provide a solution.

However, it was the only answer Vaan could give at the time. He wasn't omniscient. Without relevant information regarding the root problem, how could he determine a solution?

For that matter, Vaan had already secretly instructed his dragon subordinates to investigate the situation in the Dukedom of Dragonmoor.

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After crossing eighty kilometers of farmland, Vaan's group eventually reached Dragonmoor City, the city of stone.

"The city's condition is worse than I thought. The people here are all parched and dressed in dirty rags. It's hard to tell when they last washed. Furthermore, there are even more beggars and people pickpocketing going around."

"You should be care—"

Jihaad intended to remind Vaan to watch his wealth, but he quickly recalled the fate that awaited everyone who had ever tried to steal from him.

This young man wasn't willing to suffer losses in silence.

"Do you think the wealthy and poor would live in the same area and use the same streets?" Vaan said to Jihaad with a speechless look.

Jihaad opened his mouth, but no words came out. He could only chuckle awkwardly. He had spoken without thinking.

"Kind Sir, can you spare me a few coins or stones?"

"Hello, Sir. Do you have too many coins or stones? Hehe, I can take some off to lighten your load..."

"How are you doing, handsome? Did you arrive today? Do you need a woman to help you destress from your long trip?"

As Vaan and Jihaad made their way through the crowded street, they encountered all types of people begging or offering their services. Some were desperate, and others were simply shameless.

However, Vaan ignored them all; he didn't even spare them a glance.

The best way to reject these people was to pretend they didn't even exist. After all, the moment he gave them some attention, they would not stop harassing him for his money.

He didn't need the delay nor the inconvenience.

Unfortunately, Vaan didn't travel alone. He had a being of lesser intelligence beside him – Jihaad. As such, they ended up getting harassed by a group of prostitutes after Jihaad tried to reject one of them while blushing.

No doubt, these experienced women could practically smell the virgin in Jihaad.

Nevertheless, Vaan got impatient and exerted his oppressive pressure with a harrumph, causing everyone to run away in fear and no longer bug them.

Even a small path was cleared for them with incredible efficiency and order.

Evidently, the people in the slums were used to taking advantage of kind travelers and fleeing the moment they annoyed them. It was fine to be desperate, but some of them were even greedy, trying to charge more than their services were worth.

Even beggars asked for mana stones – a higher-end currency, no matter where in Pangea.

Amidst the fearful crowd on the busy street, a little boy bit his lips and mustered up his courage before stepping out of the crowd to meet Vaan and Jihaad.

"N-Noble Sir, d-do you need a guide?" a little boy hesitantly offered his service despite shaking with fear.

This time, Vaan chose not to ignore and gave the little boy a long glance as if he was trying to see through the little guy's character.

"Sure, how much?" Vaan calmly asked.