Volume 1: The Gate of Flesh and Blood Chapter 10 My Bold Guess...

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Early in the morning, the clear shouts of the newsboys had just sounded on the street, and Goethe already had an ironed newspaper in his hands.

The newspaper was ironed by Swart.

The sheriff not only ironed one copy for Goethe, but also fifty copies and began to distribute them in the police station - if the newsboy had only fifty copies, the sheriff would have ironed more.

Obviously, the little accident last night did not dampen the enthusiasm of the sheriff.

It was also quite pleasant to pay.

He also brought breakfast to Goethe.

Two fried egg and ham sandwiches and a glass of apple juice.

According to Swart, this is the standard configuration of the sheriff's mess, which is one level higher than the police officers' mess.

Next to the breakfast were Goethe's wallet and dagger.

At this moment, there is a 100-yuan note, a 50-yuan note, five 10-yuan gold notes, 3 silver coins, and 17.50 copper dimes in the wallet.

Counting the coins in his wallet, Goethe's mind suddenly showed the exchange rate standard of 'Tesin's currency'.

1 gold gram can be exchanged for 12 silver strings.

1 silver rope can be exchanged for 20 copper coins.

The copper corner is divided into copper corner, half copper corner and quarter copper corner.

He had previously bought a pound of brown bread for about one and a quarter coppers.

"It's not based on decimal... I'm a little uncomfortable with it."

Goethe couldn't help rubbing his temples.

But this did not prevent Goethe from taking out the gold notes, silver chains and copper coins for a closer look.

Gold notes are somewhat similar to the banknotes back home.

Silver ropes and copper corners are in the form of coins.

The front side features a man's head wearing a crown, and the back side features wheat ears and the number 1.

The half-cent coin also looks like a coin, but is half the size of a cent.

A quarter of a copper coin is half the size of a half copper coin.

"George I."

Looking at the man's head on the coin, Goethe's mind suddenly popped up related memories.

This is the emperor who founded a great empire. There are countless rumors about him, such as 'Son of the Dragon', 'One Blessed by Fairies', 'Invincible Knight', etc.

However, the emperor did not have a good ending in the end. He was betrayed by his beloved woman and his most trusted subordinates, and his heart was stabbed with a sword.

Rumor has it that the emperor is not dead, but has returned to the Fairy Lake to heal his wounds, and will come back again.

Others say that the emperor was taken back to Dragon Island by a giant dragon.

There are many legends, and people are still familiar with them after hundreds of years.

But for Goethe, he didn't care about these, he only cared about the coins in his hand.

“Ah, the smell of money!”

Goethe sighed like this, and even his tired spirit became a little better.

You know, all the follow-up of yesterday was left to Swart's subordinates and Swart himself. He just gave a simple testimony and then rested in Swart's office.

Although he could go to the hotel, for safety reasons, Goethe chose the chair in Swart's office.

He didn't want someone to cut his neck while he was sleeping.

And this, of course, comes at a price.

The hard chair could not accommodate Goethe's body at all, so he could only half lean on it and put his legs on Swart's desk.

This posture naturally means you can't get a good rest.

In fact, it would be the same even if you changed the bed.

Suddenly experiencing time travel and being caught in trouble and crisis, even Goethe, who had strong nerves, could not remain calm.

When it was almost dawn, Goethe took a short nap.

Then, I was woken up by the excited Swart.

If the other party had not brought breakfast and needed help with subsequent matters, Goethe would definitely let the other party know what it means to be in a bad mood when waking up.

After once more counting his possessions, Goethe put away his wallet and picked up his breakfast.

The ham in the ham and egg sandwich was firm and pure meat without any flour. The fried egg was crispy on the outside but runny on the inside. It was paired with the refreshing lettuce. Goethe took another bite after taking one bite.

Then, he took a sip of apple juice.

The apple juice is freshly squeezed, sweet and sour, and fresh.

Three bites of a sandwich.

When he had finished the two sandwiches, Goethe drank the remaining apple juice.

Then, Goethe picked up the spare clothes he brought from home last night, changed from inside to outside, picked up his cane and top hat, and walked out of the police station.

There was still an hour before eight o'clock, but Goethe, who had never been to the Black Sail Security Company, set off early.

He raised his hand to stop a public carriage.

Public carriages had no stops, and charges were based on mileage: half a cent within 3 kilometers, 1 cent over 3 kilometers, and an additional half a cent for every 3 kilometers beyond that. It was only available in the city and did not go to the suburbs.

Black Sail Security Company is located at No. 22 Sausage Street, about 5 kilometers away from the police station.

Goethe was the only one on the morning stagecoach.

Poor people cannot afford to ride in a carriage.

The rich had private carriages.

Most people who rode public carriages were middle-class people who could not afford private carriages but wanted to distinguish themselves from the poor.

Most of these middle-class people have good, respectable jobs and don't need to get up early at all.

This allowed Goethe to enjoy the spaciousness of the carriage while also being able to clearly see the scenery outside through the windows.

The first place where I got on the bus was not only clean and tidy with many shops, but also fountains spraying rainbows in the sun. The patrol police walking in rows of two made the whole street orderly.

But soon, the ground became uneven.

On both sides of the road, which was a mixture of cobblestones and gravel, people wearing linen shirts, dungarees, and worn felt hats were crowded towards the factory. Among them were adult men and half-grown children.

Most of these adult men had dull eyes and tired faces.

The half-grown children are even skinnier.

But even so, none of them stopped.

They need jobs.

You can only earn money by working.

Only by making money can you survive.

That's how men are.

The same is true for women.

In the crowd, many women were carrying huge wooden basins on their heads and walking towards the river in the suburbs.

The clothes in the basin did not look dirty, and many of them even had lace and were exquisitely made.

Every woman held up a wooden basin high, fearing that the mud under their feet would stain their clothes, but their own shoes and skirts were already dirty.

The crowd was mixed with stalls along the road.

There are vegetable and fruit stalls as well as cooked food stalls.

Without their own shops, these people are itinerant vendors.

They shouted loudly.

"Chips! Fish and chips!"

"Muffins! Sausages!"

The aroma of the food mixed with the stench of the people around, forming a smell called "the human world".

Leaning in the carriage, Goethe smelled the scent and watched it all silently.

He is both outside and integrated into it.

Just like the people around us, everyone is fighting for their lives to survive.

he?

is no exception.

Whether in my hometown or here...

All the same.

Goethe withdrew his gaze, leaned against the carriage, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled at himself.

The wheels rolled and the driver shouted.

When the carriage stopped again, it had arrived at 22 Sausage Street.

Through the car window, Goethe had already seen the sign of 'Black Sail Security Company' hanging on a two-story building.

Goethe took out a copper coin to pay the fare, jumped out of the car, and looked around carefully.

'Black Sail Security Company' is on the second floor.

On the first floor hangs a sign that reads 'Old Henry's Delicatessen'.

The shop was run by an elderly man who was carefully wiping the sign and window. Upon seeing Goethe approaching, the old man greeted him with a smile.

"Good day."

A greeting that is polite but not overly enthusiastic.

After both parties nodded, Goethe walked up the stairs on the side.

Halfway through the walk, Goethe discovered that the door of Black Sail Security Company was open.

Standing in front of the open door, Goethe did not go in immediately, but knocked on the door twice gently while looking inside.

The room in front of me is about 10 square meters. There is a table at the door with a registration book on it. Walking inside along the table, there is a square coffee table with a long sofa on one side.

Apart from that, there is the door further inside and the door opposite the sofa.

It was closed at the moment and Goethe could not see more.

Simple to the extreme.

This was Goethe's first impression of Black Sail Security Company.

While Goethe was looking around, the door opposite the sofa opened and a young man slightly older than Goethe walked out.

The young man was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, black pants and clean leather shoes. He was holding a cup of coffee and showing a corner of the room behind him. Goethe could clearly see that there were a lot of kitchen utensils and ingredients inside.

"Is it like a pantry in the kitchen?"

Goethe thought, then smiled at the young man.

"Hello, I am..."

"Goethe."

"I know you."

"Mr. Morey, told me everything."

The other party interrupted Goethe's self-introduction, and then emphasized in a cold voice that he knew everything. Moreover, the young man had no intention of introducing himself. He just walked behind the registration table and took out an envelope.

“Everything about it is in there.”

"Can you read?"

The other party asked this after handing the envelope to Goethe.

When Goethe nodded, the other party continued.

"That's good."

"See for yourself."

After saying that, the other party closed the door.

Goethe touched his nose which was almost hit, with a playful look in his eyes .

No hostility.

Yet he also showed undisguised disgust.

It seemed that his arrival was not welcome.

"The official supernatural power... seems to be more troublesome than I thought!"