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what happened?

What's the matter with this man?

How rude!

So Miss Loria immediately turned her eyes with a quick and standard, unpretentious, full of proficiency.

In terms of eye-rolling skills, she has never lost.

The short chestnut-haired young man also seemed to realize that he would be the one who would eventually be ashamed of rolling his eyes with a little girl, so he walked towards Loria.

"Are you the person sent by the Natural History Society?"

Wallace wouldn't have thought this way, but he recognized the small suitcase with the coat of arms of the Naturalist Society - the cat sleeping on the pile of books.

"What's going on? What I want to hire is someone who can protect me, not a child who I want to protect in turn!"

Before Luria could answer, Wallace began to output: "Did you confuse me with someone else's commission? And why is it so late, I arrived at eight o'clock in the morning."

After all, Luria has never faced this kind of professional who takes spraying as a profession. She didn't have time to speak out, and the former congressman said a lot.

She is still retorting in her head that you are a child, and this congressman has already sprayed the problem of not being punctual.

Obviously he arrived several hours early by himself.

"I want to change, I want to complain! Why does the Naturalist Society treat me so differently? Is it because I submitted my resignation letter?"

Luria thought that although she was not a terrifying big devil like Sasha, it was more than enough to protect a mortal among a bunch of mortals.

What to do, she was a little distressed, this man spoke too fast, and there was no chance to refute.

"People should not be judged by their origin and occupation. Even if I don't have a job now, I am aww!"

Wallace's voice suddenly rose, like a duck being crushed by a wheel. Before he could think about why the little girl in front of him suddenly beat him in the stomach, he watched the suitcase with the badge of the Natural History Society getting bigger and bigger. bigger and bigger.

He was hit hard on the head and fell to the ground.

She didn't faint, the little girl was quick and strong, but not enough to knock out a grown man with one blow——Wallace was about to speak when he felt his back being trampled hard foot.

This time it was really painless.

It's more like a back beat.

Heh, after all, she is a little girl, and her weight is no threat... Mr. Wallace, who was about to get up from the ground and was about to taunt, squatted halfway, with his forehead blocked by the terrifying muzzle of a gun.

Twice the size of his navy uncle's gun, a pristine spotless high-caliber revolver.

"Can you listen to me now?"

Loria flicked the hammer and said softly, "Mr. Wallace, I think I can do my job well, what do you think?"

"Actually, I was just testing you just now."

Mr. Wallace's throat rolled, and he somehow felt that this little girl was somewhat similar to his uncle who had killed many West Sea rebels—absurd but terrifying, as if he didn't care about the flat tone and eyes of harvesting a life.

Wallace was still too young to have heard the legend of the pink devil in the parliament. A knowledgeable senior member of parliament would never easily provoke a pink devil at any time.

"You... you are obviously very competent. I apologize for my reckless temptation. This... Miss, what should I call you?"

Although he had heard that the investigators dispatched by the Natural History Society all had a code name, his intuition kept him from asking too many questions.

"Esteri."

Miss Fenmao sighed and retracted the revolver, then smiled at the horrified customer next to her: "We are rehearsing a play, sorry to disturb you."

She didn't want to be like this, it seemed rude and barbaric.

……

"So my job is to watch you work?"

Loria was a little surprised. This Mr. Wallace spent so much money, she thought she would also help with the work.

"Probably not bad? You can move freely around, but you must ensure...protect my personal safety."

It takes a lot of courage to tell a girl who looks like fifteen or sixteen years old and is on the verge of adulthood to protect me. Wallace said with a chuckle: "Please, Miss Estelle."

In the parliament, he was always looked down upon by those senior members because of his youth, but he did not expect to make the same mistake now.

So far, this Miss Estelle really gives him the feeling that she is not a harsh person... and her appearance is quite deceiving.

Maybe that's what she's good at--with a sweet appearance that doesn't look too smart to make people let down their vigilance, and then quickly approach the target to complete the fatal blow.

It is difficult for ordinary people to be on guard against her.

Luo Liya only felt that this job was extremely easy, and asked curiously: "So what kind of work are you going to do?"

"I've read the advertisement in the newspaper and plan to find a job in the catering industry." Speaking of this, Wallace raised his eyebrows a little proudly, "You may be surprised to say that my family is engaged in a similar job. I have done a lot of research on the catering industry. You should have noticed that many new restaurants (restaurunts) have been opened recently in Londinian. They provide a variety of exquisite meals, but they have only been introduced from foreign countries in the past two years. The taste is good and the dishes are diverse, but the high price keeps the workers away...I want to experience the life of a worker, so I plan to find a job in a traditional small restaurant (chophouse).”

Although it is difficult for waiters to be classified among workers, small restaurants are a good place to observe the lives of workers.

Wallace explained the difference between the two for Loria. Small restaurants generally only provide fixed cooked food, mainly selling steaks, kidneys and sausages, and some also provide shank soup and pea soup.

Yes, just two or three years ago, there were no restaurants where you could order a la carte in the whole of Brittany, and the well-to-do people almost never went out to eat, and a good cook was a symbol of the status of the wealthy class.

In terms of the catering industry alone, this country is far inferior to Zambia, and it is even more difficult to compare with the kingdoms of Gallia and Pasta.

It sounds very good. In the carriage, Loria silently memorized a bunch of features such as breakfast shop, pastry shop, soup shop and coffee stand, and planned to find a quiet corner to eat, drink and read a book.

As for protecting Mr. Wallace, just give him a whistle.

However, she felt a little uneasy when she thought that there were only eleven gold coins and a similar number of silver coins in her pocket.

Will she be able to protect her small purse on the street full of good food that Wallace describes?

Chapter 125

"biubiubiu snail, biubiubiu fresh snail."

Street vendors always like to sell with strange shouts of their own making, and she did succeed in attracting Loria's attention.

A blackened iron pan sits on top of a charcoal stove, and a bucket next to it is filled with conch the size of plums.

The dirty dark gray calico dress was worn loosely on the hawker. She looked like she was in her 20s, with big front teeth, and she wanted to stay away from each other, so her words were a bit leaky.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, there were still many pedestrians on this small street between the factory and the workers' residential area, and women and children accounted for more than half of them. They were not dressed in rags, but they always gave Luria a dusty feeling. —Men's and women's clothes were ill-fitting and mostly gray-black and dark blue, with little decoration, boys running around in messy clothes and shoes were probably ridiculously big, and the gravel road raised The dust is even more dirty.

She looked down at the large hand-embroidered and many useless decorative ribbons on her goose-yellow worsted skirt, feeling like an intruder who suddenly broke in, and seemed out of place with everything around her.

When there is no traffic jam, it is only an hour's drive from her home.

"Miss, do you want some snails? I just bought them from the fish market this morning. They are very fresh."

The snail seller noticed that Loria had been standing in front of her stall for a long time, so he tried to ask, "Six pennies, very fresh."

Miss Loria has many shortcomings, one of which is her thin skin.

Although she was curious, she really didn't want to eat weird things, so she struggled a little bit, seeing the disappointment in the eyes of the hawker sister who sold the snails, and said bravely, "Then give me six."

"Okay, wait a moment." The conch peddler stopped selling, grabbed a handful of conch from the bucket and threw it on the dirty iron plate, and said in a voice leaking with a smile: "Miss, you are so thin. , but you need to eat more, I'll give you one more."

Strange food added.

Seeing the soft and slippery thing protruding from the conch, Luria suddenly wanted to turn around and run away.

This is really fresh without water.

She hadn't had lunch yet, having been brought here by the super-active Mr. Wallace, but she didn't want to eat much now.

I don't know if the former congressman found a job in a small restaurant.

Loria, who claimed to be very familiar with Londinium, was now obediently staying in front of the stall, a little bit resistant to this completely strange world.

Unlike the stinky Zambia slums that I entered once in the middle of the night, this place with a breath of life seemed more real and more unfamiliar.

"On the street... why can't I see girls?"

Loria tried to talk to the snail vendor, but she was really curious. The streets were full of boys aged four, five, six, seven and eight running around, but there were no girls of the same age in sight.

"Take care of the younger kids at home, or work with the mother."

The snail peddler answered with a smile showing his two front teeth, and he didn't care about Luria's lack of common sense. Looking at the spotless and exquisite dress and listening to the old-fashioned accent, he knew it was the lady from the west, right?She explained patiently: "What about the new law? Children who are too young are not allowed to enter the factory. These little bastards just run around all day long. Some become thieves, and more hang around all day long, but they are also a little well-behaved. The children will find ways to earn money to subsidize the family."

Judging from her tone, it is obvious that she does not approve of the new law.

Luria thought of the little guide who always cleaned himself up very neatly. He must be the good boy that Sister Binluo said.

As for the mothers whose children go out to work, why don't they bring these energetic boys who are hating their age?

Loria did not lack common sense enough to ask such a question.

She thought again of the debating MPs and the newspapers' long stories about how powerful Brittany was.

I can't help but feel that reality is really ironic.

The snails were grilled.

Loria handed over a copper penny, and the sister of the snail tore off a corner of the newspaper, wrapped the snails into a ball, sprinkled a little pepper, and served it with a thin wooden stick.

Coincidentally, Wallace also came over with his butler.

"It didn't work out, and the owner of the diner didn't want to hire me, as if I was here to make trouble."

Luria finally found someone who had no common sense of life than herself.

"Didn't you realize that you are a little different?" Luria glanced at his luxurious formal suit, a gold cane and a gold watch chain exposed in his pocket, "Look around?"

With bruises and purple spots on his forehead, and a housekeeper behind him, he looks more like a businessman lending money.

Wallace was stunned when he heard the words, and suddenly realized.

"I was negligent, Miss Estelle, please wait here for a while, I'm looking for a change of clothes."

"Give."

Loria gave Wallace the snail wrapped in newspaper, and said, "As an apology for beating you, a local specialty snack."

"Thank you, I'm just about to try the workers' food. Although it looks a little unhygienic... But I also suffered when I was a child. I went out with my father to set up a fried chicken stand. These simple delicacies have long been engraved in my soul. deep."

Wallace laughed and thanked, then asked Loria if she wanted to try it too.

"I'm losing weight."

Miss Fenmao solemnly refused.

Wallace didn't think too much about it. In order to tuck themselves into the waist dresses, the ladies of Longtinion are always trying to lose weight in two or three days-either they are hungry and roll their eyes, or they are strangled. They always have to choose one .

He has long been surprised.

Then he clumsily picked out the half-cooked snail meat with a thin wooden stick, swallowed it all, and squeezed out a strange smile.

Said it was delicious.

He, Wallace, the son of a fried chicken vendor, ate mere street food, no problem.

"I'm going to change clothes, please wait a moment."

Watching Wallace go away, Loria found a cleaner corner and turned the small box into a Maza, held up a parasol, and sat quietly.

By the way, observe the pedestrians on the street.

A little boy clutching a halfpenny bought a small bowl of pea soup that he had been longing for--a spoon stuck in it wouldn't fall over, eliciting the sound of his companions swallowing.

Soup shops always cook soup on Mondays, and on Thursdays, the soup bases that were not sold out in the previous three days become thicker, and when mixed together, it is the perfect balance between freshness and affordable prices.

If you can eat something that looks like meat, you are extremely lucky.

Some workers who got off the morning shift dragged their tired bodies into the small restaurant, bought cold beef for fourpence and a half pound, and matched it with a penny bread. There was not much left in the weekly salary, so I gritted my teeth and held back, lost and left.In two days' time, on payday, he'd be able to buy a sixpence 'big plate' of beef with pea pudding, oxtail soup and a pint of ale--a good meal for a shilling.

By the time Loria started to feel sleepy, Wallace still hadn't returned.

What did he do?

Chapter 126 The Job of the Black Samurai

Almost an hour later, Mr. Wallace came back with a livid face in a new dark blue heavy cloth overalls.

His clothes were too new and clean, but his complexion was worse than that of a worker on the night shift... The balance of the two phases actually fit the image a little dramatically.

"I asked the butler to go home and asked him to take all the money I had with me."

Wallace leaned on the lamppost and panted and said to Loria: "The workers nearby seem to only be paid 15 shillings to 1 pound a week, and I kept [-] pounds for myself."

Loria silently applauded him for a moment when she heard the words. In an unfamiliar environment, she felt uneasy with 11 pounds in her pocket. This former MP must have made up his mind to seriously experience the sufferings of the world.