“Big sis, where should we put ‘im?”
“Oh, don’t make him do anything.”
Loyar shook her head.
“I’m gonna sent him to Temple.”
At those words, the beggars made rather strange expressions.
“Did ya eat something wrong?”
One of the beggars who said something along those lines slightly shrank back, when Loyar raised one of her eyebrows as if they were talking bullshit.
“No, why didja suddenly accept dis kid when you stubbornly refused to let any in before, cause they dun even know anythin? And Temple?”
There certainly weren’t any children my age in Loyar’s beggar group. Teenagers who derailed and ran away from home definitely were as hard to control as rabid dogs. So, it was quite natural that they asked something like that. Loyar shook her head.
“This guy’s our future.”
It felt weird suddenly becoming a bunch of beggars’ future.
Maybe I’ve actually become the future of these guys to a certain extent.
Everyone’s expressions showed more and more confusion. Loyar looked at the beggars, who were thoroughly dumbfounded and placed her hands on her hips.
The King of Beggars began her speech.
“As y’all know, we have nothing and we don’t know anything. Ain’t that right? Some of ya keep talking about the good old times where y’all were great, but look at ya now? Left to rot in some gutter. That’s why we got together like this. So that the ones who don’t exist can also live their lives.”
“But how long d’ya plan to live like that? I don’t care if it just were me, but you guys don’t want to live like this, right? Ya want to get out of this life, right?”
“But, it’s too late for us to learn anything new. So through our power…. Our, money. Yes, using our capital, we will nurture talented people who’d be responsible for this gang’s future.”
Thinking what she said was quite plausible, Loyar seemed content. Somehow, this is the first time I’ve witnessed such charisma in any of my lives.
I instructed Loyar to briefly explain this as a strategy to nurture talent for the future of the gang and to first heavily focus their capital into one talent with the goal of optimizing the situation of all the beggars here.
One of the beggars titlted their head at Loyar’s proud declaration.
“Big sis, I dun think sending some guys to Temple would suddenly make us sleep on feather cushions, though?”
A valid concern.
Of course, Eleris and I came up with a lot of excuses to deal with this situation.
“If I say it’s like that, then it is like that. You bastards!”
However, Loyar just shouted at them, not tolerating any protests.
“If that’s what the boss said.”
“I guess you’re right.”
And everyone accepted that one sentence rather than millions of excuses.
That was a boss for you.
However, would it be worse to be found out to be a demon or the heir of
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