Creator's Steam Fairy

At this time, Wallace blushed and stuttered, "Can... can you sit down for me?"

His legs are so numb.

The snail is so fierce.

"please."

Loria got up from the saddle made of small boxes, watched Wallace with a livid face slowly sit down, and suppressed a smile.

Mr. Wallace, who 'had suffered as a child', his stomach obviously didn't agree with him.

"What about after dark?"

Luo Liya asked, she sat on the side of the street and observed for a long time, at least the nearby small restaurants are obviously open from early morning to night - if you really want to work here seriously, it is unrealistic to go home and sleep.

"I saw a nice hotel on the way back, and I plan to stay there. As for you, Miss Estelle..." Wallace thought for a while and said, "Please do what you want, as long as you can protect me Just stay at a safe distance...Because I have to sleep out, I will contact the Natural History Society to increase the employment price."

Luria nodded. The subsidy of two pounds a day was enough for her to live comfortably, let alone adding more money.

Then she will live here for a few days... I don't know how long Wallace can last?

Before dinner, Wallace finally found a small restaurant, and he gave the owner 10 shillings in exchange for the opportunity to work here for a week-the waiter in the small restaurant has to pay, and in the following week, the waiter earns [-] shillings. All tips are mine.

"If anyone wants to beat you, blow the whistle."

Loria was going to sneak around to buy some bread, but Wallace was going to treat her to a meal that was neither early nor late.

For both celebration and understanding, he chose this small restaurant ... ordered a large plate of roast beef and bread, and a plate of smoked sausage and pea pudding.

He also brought himself a pitcher of stout which looked unwatered, amounting to a shilling and eightpence.

The waiter quickly brought out the dishes, and the portion was quite large, so Loria doubted whether she could finish it... She looked at the oily and sticky pea pudding and the roast beef that was burnt black on the outside and blood red on the inside, and silently pulled some smoked sausage, Eat it with small bites of bread.

The bread is a bit hard, but there is no strange smell; the smoked sausage is very salty, but the contents inside cannot be seen clearly anyway, so there is no psychological pressure to eat.

After dinner, Loria followed Wallace to the hotel he chose. For the price of 1 shilling per night, if you change it in Zambia, you can rent a pretty good cabin, but in Longtinyen, but Can trade for a shabby room - clean, with a small desk, but difficult to turn around, no bathroom or toilet.

She decided to go home.

Wake up early at worst.

"Mr. Wallace, please rest at ease, I will protect you nearby."

Luria felt that the law and order in the vicinity was not as bad as the rumors... But she would not deceive the client either.

It's just that the details are slightly different.

Saying goodbye and leaving, she passed the dark alley on the other side of the small hotel, and when she walked out again, her shadow became shorter.

……

The night was uneventful.

Loria woke up at five in the morning, dawdled until six, and left the house with lunch and snacks made by Abigail.

Changing city trains and public carriages skillfully along the way, she was so proficient that she felt sorry for herself-Miss Fenmao bid farewell to her childhood, and now she is a complete and complete social person.

From Xicheng to Dongcheng, it actually took two hours on the road.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Luria returned to the small street full of restaurants and vendors yesterday. She walked through the alley next to the hotel, stood with her head tilted under the street lamp, and listened attentively.

The small restaurant is open from ten in the morning to eight in the evening... the waiter's job is not hard but not easy.

"So our client is still asleep?"

Luo Liya was talking to herself, and there was a cold breath passing by her ears.

"Huh? Spraying until four in the morning? Are you sure he's still alive?"

Luo Liya couldn't help covering her nose and stepped back a few steps.

The evil spirit hiding his body under the sun was also a little helpless - it was none of his business, and besides, how could his spirit body have a strange smell!

His black warrior worked hard for his master... Although he couldn't smell the smell, he was in pain after squatting in the public washroom all night!

I really want to kill a few living people to suppress the restlessness and resentment in my heart.

"You'd better go up and watch him, and call me if there is any sign of sticking out."

Yes, Bastet.

The black warrior silently beat his chest and bowed to pay tribute, then took advantage of the wind to leave.

She obviously also ate the food in that small restaurant, but nothing happened... Speaking of which, she seemed to have never been sick.

Ordinary people are really fragile... No, ex-members who have suffered are really fragile.

It wasn't until Luria poured herself two cups of coffee that it was nearly ten o'clock when the poor client dragged his heavy body and slowly moved out of the small hotel.

"Miss Estelle."

With dark circles under his eyes, Wallace glanced at Loria with his bloodshot eyes, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Look at this Miss Investigator from the Natural History Society, today she changed into a gorgeous dress that is incompatible with this place... To some extent, did he pay someone to see his bad luck?

"Miss Estelle, I..." He hesitated for a while and still asked the doubt in his heart: "Do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

Miss Loria replied firmly: "No, definitely not."

"But I... I always felt that there was something staring at me last night, and I couldn't leave... and I always felt a chill on my back, as if someone was watching me all the time."

"It must be the wrong food and lack of sleep, Mr. Wallace, you have to trust the science."

Miss Loria, whose face is illuminated by the light of science, explained: "There are no ghosts in this world. The newspapers say that anxiety can cause hysteria and hallucinations."

"You're right, I was paranoid."

Wallace smiled awkwardly. The Natural History Society is indeed an organization that firmly believes in science and rationality, and he didn't ask where the lady went to change her clothes... I really want to force a girl who lives a carefree life to wear the same outfit for two consecutive days Clothes are too impersonal.

As long as he can see people when he needs them.

Chapter 127 The girl favored by the gods will not get sick

The small restaurants near the industrial area are always the most deserted on Fridays.

Most factories pay wages on Saturday, so workers, especially those who are single, are always out of pocket on Friday.

As long as there are some extra expenses, they can only use one or two pennies to solve the three meals on Friday. It is inevitable that they will be half hungry or even hungry all day.

But if they want to save money from next week, such as buying two glasses of beer, it is absolutely impossible-life is so gloomy, how can we take away a moment of satisfaction from it.

There are older workers who teach latecomers the importance of gratification.

In the future, there will always be a high wall and a deep pit that cannot be overcome... People who are bound to fall into the abyss, why should they force themselves to save one or two silver shillings every month that are useless.

He tortured himself for decades like an ascetic monk, and gave the golden source of happiness to the barber and pharmacy apprentice when he was very old.

Why don't you drink strong wine when you are dying, and then spit on this great Londinium loudly!

Then turn around and calmly embrace release.

Are the gods of heaven watching?

I've toiled all my life, and have nothing for me, and I desire nothing but eternal sleep.

The last person who yelled these words woke up laughing when he dreamed that he died painlessly in his sleep.

Luo Liya didn't know what kind of mood he had after waking up, she just observed around, watching people's behavior and listening to people's conversations, stopping from time to time to write and draw in a notebook, waiting for the commission to be completed , she might be able to save enough reports for half a year.

As she went farther and farther, she was not worried about the client's safety. There was a lovely ghost following him, hiding in his shadow, so she would not be abducted.

Although the ex-senator doesn't know it, Ms. Loria is also doing her job conscientiously.

On the contrary, the number of taverns on the street is likely to overwhelm the small restaurants. Those old workers don't need to tell the young people their philosophy of life.

Being young doesn't mean being stupid.

What makes Luria a little uncomfortable is that no matter where she goes, she will immediately become the focus of everyone's attention.But she is not happy to change her clothes like Wallace did.

It's useless to talk about it, let's not mention her rare hair color, her expression and behavior alone can't fool anyone, unless she is like a certain gentleman...

No, it's not possible at all, there are some things that cannot be hidden anyway.

Thinking of this, Miss Loria took out the small mirror, tilted her head and held her small face and sighed softly. This is as incredible and dazzling as the green sprouts in the yellow leaves in late autumn. How can it be hidden.

She spent several minutes alone on the street intoxicated, and her mood was greatly improved.

Near noon, Loria went back to the small restaurant where Wallace worked. This time, she was holding a cheap ice cream in her hand. Milk mixed with water was the main ingredient, but it did not prevent it from being cold. It's very delicious.

Although it's almost late autumn at this time, but...it doesn't prevent the ice cream from being super delicious.

Loria stretched out her pink tongue to lick the icy snow-white thing, and she felt that her whole body was transparent, as if her soul would be healed.

Delicious and inexpensive, ice cream mixed with water can be called the number one delicacy in the industrial zone.

Look at Mr. Wallace who is huddled in the corner with a white sleeve from a distance, and silently write down the newly acquired useless knowledge-if a person eats a bad stomach and tosses from night to early morning, it seems It is more exhausting than a laborer who has worked hard for a week.

Loria didn't get close either. Although she didn't have a good first impression, she still liked this kind of rigorous and serious work quality... If she got close, she would definitely disturb Mr. Wallace's immersive experience.

This kind of life lasted for a week, and Loria visited half of Redbridge. She knew where the ice cream mixed with water tasted better, and she even became a regular customer. The middle-aged vendor who was willing to put a little more sugar, finally In the late autumn when sales were declining, performance was rising—Miss Fenmao, who never wore the same clothes, walked to buy ice cream every day, more than once, and more than one at a time.

With her petite shoulders, she took down [-]% of the sales of the ice cream stand.

Occasionally Loria would buy a baked potato or a quarter muffin for a halfpenny for a casual meal, with ice cream on top, of course.

With her appetite, a silver shilling a day would be enough to eat Haisai—if it wasn't for the soot everywhere in the place, and the air was always choking, she would want to move here.

It's really saving money.

Miss Luria, who gradually discovered that she has a strong stomach, let herself go more and more. As long as the appearance is not disgusting and someone will buy it, she dares to taste it.

Occasionally, I find that the taste is good, and I will bring some to the client who is about to be too poor to eat.

Mr. Wallace always eats well, and always walks out the next day with a dead face.

Loria was very worried that he was gone, but after a week, Mr. Wallace was still alive and well, and even had a faint tendency to get used to it—human beings are extremely adaptable, so powerful that it makes people want to cry degree.

"I listened to a lot of conversations among workers and tried to work hard as a waiter."

Wallace, who ran out of money, called the butler to give the money. There is an unwritten rule in small restaurants. Every customer will give a penny to the waiter who serves him as a tip-he is a newcomer, has no regular customers, and I couldn't put my face down to fight for it, and only earned 2 shillings a week, which was only one-fifth of the 10 shillings.

He couldn't survive as a waiter, so he said with a sad face: "I don't know what's wrong, I always feel like I'm here, but I'm still not one of them."

People will lie, cover up, and speak hard for the sake of face, and most of the time, they even don't know what they are thinking.Without truly becoming one of them, he cannot understand their real thoughts, interests they really care about, their philosophies of doing things and their ways of thinking about problems.

Doesn't parliament have everything you want, a fight, a compromise - lower hours, higher wages, cheaper housing, better working conditions?Introducing insurance against work-related injuries?

If he could only choose one, what would he choose?

And what can be compromised in exchange for change?

Is it the will of most people to increase working hours but raise wages?

How can I help them, win their support, turn this support into strength, and let him realize his ambition?

Wallace listened a lot and seemed to understand this group of people better than before, but he was even more confused about these issues.

Loria could only scratch her head after hearing a lot of what he said. Does she seem to understand these things?

Fortunately, Wallace didn't seem to want to ask her opinion.

A creature like the ex-senator can't think without talking, right?

Chapter 128

"I understand. It's because I always have reasons to retreat one way or another. Even if I don't work hard, I still have a chance to retreat."

Mr. Wallace meditated and said to himself, "I want to drive the housekeeper away, and I can't hire someone to protect me because I'm afraid of being hurt... I also want to write to all my friends, asking them to promise me that they will never borrow money Give me."

Loria was noncommittal, but it seemed that her easy work was over.

"Sorry, Miss Estelle, I want to break the commission, and I will pay the compensation as agreed."

After a while, Wallace broke away from the situation of talking to himself, turned around and bowed seriously to Loria to apologize, "Thank you for your help over the past week."

"It is I who thank you."

Please call me next time if you have such leisurely money-making work.

……

After wandering around the industrial area for a week and writing four reports, Loria received a subsidy of 21 pounds and compensation for Wallace's breach of contract—a full hundred pounds.

The Natural History Society is not a good institution to talk about.