Mystery: I can change things in books
Chapter 330 Old Friends
Chapter 330 Old Friends
Chris woke up in the afternoon. After a few hours of dreamless sleep, he felt that his spirituality had also recovered.
He put on the cotton coat he bought from Winter County and left the residence.
Chris saw the locked gate of 15 Minsk Street, and knew in his heart that Klein might be at the Brave Bar in the Bridge District, looking for Sharon to apply for a new identity for him, "Bounty Hunter" Gehrman Sparrow.
He withdrew his gaze and looked forward. Most of the houses on both sides of Minsk Street were darkened, and there were only a few pedestrians on the road who chose to cross Minsk Street to save time.
Klein’s landlords, Mr. and Mrs. Summer, can represent most of the residents here. They are an almost middle-class family. When the New Year comes, almost all the residents here choose to travel.
The Sammers had arrived at Desi Bay and were heading to the city of Sevia in Feneport.
Chris put his hands in his pockets, walked out of Minsk Street, hailed a carriage, and headed to the East District.
The carriage left Hillston and headed southeast.
Along the way, Chris saw many vendors and pedestrians on the streets of Jowood District.
Most of them went out to buy ingredients and were rushing home with the ingredients.
But when the carriage drove into the East District, it was a completely different scene.
After a sudden hurricane and a day-long heavy rain, there was still ankle-deep water on the streets in the East District. In order to prevent their pants and shoes from getting wet, pedestrians endured the cold and chose to roll up their trouser legs and hold their shoes in their hands. Wading through standing water.
The carriage traveled about half a mile through the waterlogged streets. Near Riverbend Avenue, the coachman tightened the reins and stopped the carriage on a street without too much water.
He complained a bit dissatisfiedly, and told Chris apologetically that he had to rush home for New Year's dinner, so he could only send Chris here first.
Chris nodded in understanding, jumped off the carriage, and took the extra fare as a tip for the driver.
Saying goodbye to the coachman who was thanking him for his winning streak, Chris walked down the street and casually cast the "drying" magic to remove the moisture from his body and ensure that his whole body was dry.
With the help of divination, Chris turned left and right in the city and came to a dilapidated apartment.
In fact, this apartment was not too shabby before, but now the glass on the windows is completely broken, making it look very dilapidated.
The swept-up glass shards were piled into two piles at the door. Chris turned his gaze back, stepped onto the stairs, and went straight to a door on the third floor.
"dong dong dong"
Chris knocked on the door, and there was a screeching sound of chairs moving from behind the door, followed by the dull sound of footsteps approaching step by step.
"Who?"
A voice full of vicissitudes of life came from behind the door.
Chris cleared his throat:
"Old Kohler, he's my friend, Detective Moriarty."
Chris looked into the cat's eyes and smiled.The little thing on the door of this room was also an invention of Emperor Russell.
The door was quickly opened, and old Kohler, with a red face, enthusiastically invited Chris in.
The house is not big. Although it has two rooms, it is still much smaller than Liv's family's apartment.
A round wooden table took up most of the room, and the rest of the space was occupied by scraps such as old newspapers and wood, making it impossible to stay.
"Sir, oh, I don't know your name yet. How do you know that I live here? Why don't you wait for a while while I clean the room first?"
Old Kohler rubbed his hands uneasily. He felt that his residence was too messy.
It's okay to live here by myself, after all, I'm used to it, but it's really not suitable for entertaining guests.Chris had no such concerns at all. He looked among the piles of scraps, picked out a chair with only three legs, and sat down at the round table.
On the table were slices of ham, white bread, a small dish of butter, and a bottle of cheap rye beer.
Chris watched Old Kohler hand over a fork, smiled at him and shook his head:
"No, I just came to take a look. Detective Moriarty asked me to send you New Year's greetings."
"Oh, what a fine fellow Mr. Moriarty is!"
Old Kohler looked up at the ceiling with an exaggerated expression, then looked at Chris and said with a smile:
"You are also a kind gentleman."
Chris smiled slightly and pointed to the ham on the table:
"Did you buy it yesterday?"
"Yes," Old Kohler scratched his gray hair and continued with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you. I didn't go to Jowood District yesterday. The New Year is coming, and I wanted to give myself a few days to relax. Fake……"
Old Kohler seemed to suddenly think of something, and said slightly excitedly:
"Sir, I don't know if you were in the East District yesterday. There was a strong wind and heavy rain for a long time in the East District yesterday. I had just finished buying ham and was walking on the street when a strong wind suddenly blew. Fortunately, I found a place to take shelter from the wind, otherwise I might be blown away!"
Old Kohler said and pointed to the window. There were a few broken newspapers there, which barely covered the glassless window, but there was still air leakage.
Chris twitched the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect the "Aeolian wind bag" to be so powerful.
However, compared with the "Backlund Great Smog", this price is acceptable.
Old Kohler, you must not know that not only was I in the East District yesterday, but I also created the hurricane, but the heavy rain was probably the work of the Church of the Lord of Storms...
Chris nodded, chatted with old Kohler for a few words, and after confirming that the other party had no difficulties in life, he said goodbye politely and left here.
Stepping out of the street, Chris walked toward the edge of the East End, toward the apartment where Liv's family rented.
Tomorrow is the New Year, and wealthy people choose to travel, which leaves Liv with fewer job opportunities.
About half an hour later, he knocked on Liv's door.
"Oh, sir, is it you? Please come in!"
Liv quickly got out of the way, and Chris looked over her. Daisy and Freya were eating dinner around a small table, and Freya was still looking at the vocabulary book in her hand while eating.
Seeing Chris come in, both girls had smiles on their faces.
Chris walked in and didn't feel the room was damp. This proved that the "drying" magic he had cast here was still taking effect, and it would still take a long, long time before it expired.
In the name of Moriarty's detective friend, he briefly greeted Liv's family and sent them New Year's wishes.
Chris didn't stay here long. He kindly refused Liv's request to stay for dinner and left.
After divination, he confirmed that old Kohler and Liv's family would not be in danger, and that the entire East District and the entire Backlund would not be in danger in the foreseeable future.
But Chris knew that George III would definitely be brewing a new conspiracy after this plan failed.
And he is always ready.
(End of this chapter)
Chris woke up in the afternoon. After a few hours of dreamless sleep, he felt that his spirituality had also recovered.
He put on the cotton coat he bought from Winter County and left the residence.
Chris saw the locked gate of 15 Minsk Street, and knew in his heart that Klein might be at the Brave Bar in the Bridge District, looking for Sharon to apply for a new identity for him, "Bounty Hunter" Gehrman Sparrow.
He withdrew his gaze and looked forward. Most of the houses on both sides of Minsk Street were darkened, and there were only a few pedestrians on the road who chose to cross Minsk Street to save time.
Klein’s landlords, Mr. and Mrs. Summer, can represent most of the residents here. They are an almost middle-class family. When the New Year comes, almost all the residents here choose to travel.
The Sammers had arrived at Desi Bay and were heading to the city of Sevia in Feneport.
Chris put his hands in his pockets, walked out of Minsk Street, hailed a carriage, and headed to the East District.
The carriage left Hillston and headed southeast.
Along the way, Chris saw many vendors and pedestrians on the streets of Jowood District.
Most of them went out to buy ingredients and were rushing home with the ingredients.
But when the carriage drove into the East District, it was a completely different scene.
After a sudden hurricane and a day-long heavy rain, there was still ankle-deep water on the streets in the East District. In order to prevent their pants and shoes from getting wet, pedestrians endured the cold and chose to roll up their trouser legs and hold their shoes in their hands. Wading through standing water.
The carriage traveled about half a mile through the waterlogged streets. Near Riverbend Avenue, the coachman tightened the reins and stopped the carriage on a street without too much water.
He complained a bit dissatisfiedly, and told Chris apologetically that he had to rush home for New Year's dinner, so he could only send Chris here first.
Chris nodded in understanding, jumped off the carriage, and took the extra fare as a tip for the driver.
Saying goodbye to the coachman who was thanking him for his winning streak, Chris walked down the street and casually cast the "drying" magic to remove the moisture from his body and ensure that his whole body was dry.
With the help of divination, Chris turned left and right in the city and came to a dilapidated apartment.
In fact, this apartment was not too shabby before, but now the glass on the windows is completely broken, making it look very dilapidated.
The swept-up glass shards were piled into two piles at the door. Chris turned his gaze back, stepped onto the stairs, and went straight to a door on the third floor.
"dong dong dong"
Chris knocked on the door, and there was a screeching sound of chairs moving from behind the door, followed by the dull sound of footsteps approaching step by step.
"Who?"
A voice full of vicissitudes of life came from behind the door.
Chris cleared his throat:
"Old Kohler, he's my friend, Detective Moriarty."
Chris looked into the cat's eyes and smiled.The little thing on the door of this room was also an invention of Emperor Russell.
The door was quickly opened, and old Kohler, with a red face, enthusiastically invited Chris in.
The house is not big. Although it has two rooms, it is still much smaller than Liv's family's apartment.
A round wooden table took up most of the room, and the rest of the space was occupied by scraps such as old newspapers and wood, making it impossible to stay.
"Sir, oh, I don't know your name yet. How do you know that I live here? Why don't you wait for a while while I clean the room first?"
Old Kohler rubbed his hands uneasily. He felt that his residence was too messy.
It's okay to live here by myself, after all, I'm used to it, but it's really not suitable for entertaining guests.Chris had no such concerns at all. He looked among the piles of scraps, picked out a chair with only three legs, and sat down at the round table.
On the table were slices of ham, white bread, a small dish of butter, and a bottle of cheap rye beer.
Chris watched Old Kohler hand over a fork, smiled at him and shook his head:
"No, I just came to take a look. Detective Moriarty asked me to send you New Year's greetings."
"Oh, what a fine fellow Mr. Moriarty is!"
Old Kohler looked up at the ceiling with an exaggerated expression, then looked at Chris and said with a smile:
"You are also a kind gentleman."
Chris smiled slightly and pointed to the ham on the table:
"Did you buy it yesterday?"
"Yes," Old Kohler scratched his gray hair and continued with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you. I didn't go to Jowood District yesterday. The New Year is coming, and I wanted to give myself a few days to relax. Fake……"
Old Kohler seemed to suddenly think of something, and said slightly excitedly:
"Sir, I don't know if you were in the East District yesterday. There was a strong wind and heavy rain for a long time in the East District yesterday. I had just finished buying ham and was walking on the street when a strong wind suddenly blew. Fortunately, I found a place to take shelter from the wind, otherwise I might be blown away!"
Old Kohler said and pointed to the window. There were a few broken newspapers there, which barely covered the glassless window, but there was still air leakage.
Chris twitched the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect the "Aeolian wind bag" to be so powerful.
However, compared with the "Backlund Great Smog", this price is acceptable.
Old Kohler, you must not know that not only was I in the East District yesterday, but I also created the hurricane, but the heavy rain was probably the work of the Church of the Lord of Storms...
Chris nodded, chatted with old Kohler for a few words, and after confirming that the other party had no difficulties in life, he said goodbye politely and left here.
Stepping out of the street, Chris walked toward the edge of the East End, toward the apartment where Liv's family rented.
Tomorrow is the New Year, and wealthy people choose to travel, which leaves Liv with fewer job opportunities.
About half an hour later, he knocked on Liv's door.
"Oh, sir, is it you? Please come in!"
Liv quickly got out of the way, and Chris looked over her. Daisy and Freya were eating dinner around a small table, and Freya was still looking at the vocabulary book in her hand while eating.
Seeing Chris come in, both girls had smiles on their faces.
Chris walked in and didn't feel the room was damp. This proved that the "drying" magic he had cast here was still taking effect, and it would still take a long, long time before it expired.
In the name of Moriarty's detective friend, he briefly greeted Liv's family and sent them New Year's wishes.
Chris didn't stay here long. He kindly refused Liv's request to stay for dinner and left.
After divination, he confirmed that old Kohler and Liv's family would not be in danger, and that the entire East District and the entire Backlund would not be in danger in the foreseeable future.
But Chris knew that George III would definitely be brewing a new conspiracy after this plan failed.
And he is always ready.
(End of this chapter)
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