Creator's Steam Fairy

Sooner or later the factory will collapse.

Mr. Forrest's requirements for woolen fabrics are still at the level of durability and warmth, and he doesn't know that woolen fabrics can be divided into various messy weaves and even subdivided into many kinds of fabrics - he simply understands Whoever makes the most cloth at the cheapest price wins the game.

So he couldn't understand why the price of cloth from Brittania would inflate tens or hundreds of times when it was exported to Gallia, and then it was turned into ready-made clothes and imported back.

Turning around along the outer wall of the factory, he didn't see any doorway.

The police had already searched here. Although he didn't trust those amateur 'militiamen' in blue uniforms, he didn't doubt that they would miss a big living person.

He walked around the small green lake again, and returned at dusk. He was about to go to the only decent-looking small restaurant in the town to find some meat to fill his stomach, but stopped at the door step.

After a moment's pause, he went into the bistro and bought a large plate of cold beef and some sausages.

He was followed.

Chapter 139

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Luria returned to Bihu Town by carriage from a neighboring town.

She soaked in the hot water for a long time, slept on the ring of life for several hours, and finally had a full meal in the restaurant of the bathing place... The raspberry bread with honey was very delicious, so she bought a lot, And one for Mr. Forrester.

Miss Priest intends to stay here for a long time, until the evil loses patience and reveals its minions, or the Naturalist Society summons her to leave first.

How could goblins, gods, and supreme beings fail in the game of patience?

Not to mention she still has an allowance of £5 a day.

She could spend a century or two here.

Although it is bragging, does anyone dare to brag about this bull?

Super long standby time, pink hair and chest.

Not long after returning to the hotel room, someone knocked on her door.

A waiter who seemed to be in his early 20s looked her up and down rather impolitely, and said, "Miss, your uncle asked me to bring you a message. He encountered some trouble in the town and asked you to come over."

uncle?

Luo Liya frowned, thinking that it was her assistant who made up a lie, but she was invited to come over if something happened...

She laughed, and the overly bright smile on her lovely face caused the waiter to avoid her eyes for a moment.

"What if I don't go?"

Luo Liya raised her final voice, and her delicate voice added a bit of mischievousness to her words.

She really looked up to these idiots, so she couldn't help but want to do it the next day?

"I'm afraid it's not up to you."

The waiter, or the young man disguised as a waiter, pulled out a small dagger from his cuff. Looking at the 4-inch long, fruit-knife-like small dagger, Loria, who was holding the handle of the Song of Roland sword, almost laughed out loud.

She really wanted to draw out her sword to see his reaction.

It's a pity that Miss Luria is a very responsible and good child, and she has to give up her little hobbies for work.

"I'm kidding, let's go."

The corners of her mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, and she winked at the waiter and said, "Please put away the terrible weapons, you scared me."

Yes, how can you show your weapon to such a delicate young lady?

The waiter blushed, quickly put away the dagger, and said, "Please...as long as you cooperate well, I won't hurt you."

Loria nodded.

If there was no actual attack, and she didn't step into her room without her consent, then she wouldn't kill anyone.

"Can I bring my bag?"

This is a good thing imported from Gallia. I heard that Ms. Gabrielle designed it herself.

Although it is not as good as a certain L card, it is also popular in Londinium now. Some people say that if Britannia controls the sky and sea, then Gallia controls the Britannian woman.The newspapers say that even the Queen likes to buy it... I don't know if it's true or not, but at least the Queen only uses her own Asprey in public.

Besides, there are 111 big treasures and magic props that can improve your mood in the handbag.

Either one is worth a fortune.

"Of course, please go ahead."

As if he didn't want Luria to think he was barbaric and rude, the waiter spoke a lot more politely.

When Luo Liya came to the front, he kept the distance at which he could grab the girl with one step forward, and followed her not too far or too close, and from time to time he made a sound to guide the direction.

Soon, Luria came to the edge of the town, and with the help of the kerosene lamp behind her, she walked towards the darkness outside the town without any hesitation.

"Miss, are you from Londinium?"

"Correct."

"Aside from your uncle, is there anyone else in the family?"

"Nothing."

"Ah, sorry... I actually wanted to ask, have you..."

"Is there anything?"

"Is there... Is there a fiancé or engagement?"

Miss Loria was really startled by this question. What’s the matter? Do all Gloucester people greet each other like this, asking prisoners or people about marriage and love?

She stopped and stared at the young man who 'coerced' her. His face was illuminated by the dim kerosene lamp. He seemed embarrassed by Loria's look, and looked away.

Loria stared at him for a long time, guessing whether this question might have something to do with the secrets of this place, but after thinking about it for a long time, she had no clue, so she replied: "No."

The young waiter smiled and said, "Haha...that's such a coincidence, I don't have one either."

Miss Loria is even more confused, what does this mean?

She stood there and thought for a moment before she understood.

Terrible.

Has she been confessed?

Was it the first time in my life that I was confessed in a dark wilderness by a coercion from a weird angle of super pragmatism?

This is different from what is written in the novel!

Seeing Luria's big staring eyes and flickering long eyelashes, the young man disguised as a waiter thought she was even more cute... Unlike those girls in the town, who were not even dressed as well as men, her The dress is very exquisite, every move is just right, and she is indescribably good-looking; she always speaks in a gentle and soft voice, and she looks stupid when she is in a daze... She is so cute.

If he were to marry home and be his wife, everyone would probably envy him.

"Oh, are you going to let me go then?"

Luo Liya scratched her head and asked, just now she was still thinking about how to kill this person with a sword... How embarrassing it is now, if she stabbed to death the person who confessed to her for the first time.

She will have a psychological shadow.

"I'm afraid it won't work, but don't worry, I will intercede with them. As long as you are willing to join us, I will never hurt you!" The young waiter hurriedly said: "Then... miss, do you think we... are suitable?"

suitable?What is suitable?

When Luria was about to change the subject and lead the man to continue leading her to their hiding place, two red lights flashed in the darkness.

She didn't have time to call out to stop.

The roar of gunfire sounded in the wilderness.

"Uncle, I don't think it's very suitable."

Forrest came out of the darkness with a rifle in his hand, took a deep puff of cigarette and said, "Let's not talk about coercing a lady to say these words, it seems very disgusting, and your confession is too bad."

"It's not romantic and boring, girls won't like it."

He flicked the cigarette butt away, frowned and sighed deeply.

"He's dead, so he can't answer you." Loria said to Forrest, whose forehead was glowing red, "Also, why do you look very experienced."

Hearing this, Forrest silently reloaded the short rifle, and said in a tone that had experienced vicissitudes of life: "Uncle, I am a master when it comes to the experience of confession failure."

"That's all right, you beat him to death, where should I go to find their den?"

Loria took a few steps back in disgust. Should I say that she is indeed an active duty officer? Forrest shot very accurately, splashing red and white things everywhere, "Is it okay for you to do this?"

Is it a public official?

"You mean killing the gang that attacked the Royal Navy and abducted girls?"

Forrest showed Loria the coat with several holes in it, and said, "It's a pity that the naval guns can't hit so far. As for the den, I have already found it."

Chapter 140 Sheep

"President, stop shaking."

Dorothy put down the book in her hand and said helplessly, "If you're really worried, just follow me secretly to have a look."

"Who's worried!"

Sasha screamed like a cat whose tail has been stepped on: "I'm meditating!"

Oh hehe, Dorothy smiled dryly.

This is what bragging met old acquaintances said.

"Big sister said it's okay." Shasha made her dizzy, Dorothy said helplessly: "She said it's okay, then it must be okay."

"What does that old witch know? What else does she know besides hiding in the ground and playing with that ghost thing called minesweeping?"

Sasha just sat down and immediately jumped up.

Dorothy shook her head and stopped talking, only thinking that if you have the ability, you call the old witch in front of her.

It was quite interesting to see such an abnormal side of Sasha for the first time in thousands of years.

No matter how cruel and ruthless the Demon King is, she will eventually have her weaknesses.

……

"I was worried that you would feel uncomfortable seeing the corpse..."

Forrest frowned and lit another cigarette, wondering, "But you're too proficient, aren't you?"

At any rate, this pink-haired lady was able to escape from the wilderness with all her beard and tail during the chase. He wasn't too worried that she would completely collapse when she saw the dead, but at least she would have to cry and scream, right?

The warrant officer wasn't too shocked by her sudden start to use all kinds of magic.

But is it really good to set fire to the corpse so skillfully, and use magic to sweep away the residue?

"Huh?" Luria, who had cleaned up the corpse, was stunned for a moment, and asked back, "Ordinary girls can do it, right?"

Do we have to dig a hole and bury it if we don't burn it?

It's not impossible, she's pretty good at digging holes.

"But it's a pity."

"What a pity? Do you really have that plan?"

Forrest's eyes widened, and he was brought into other thoughts before he could complain that ordinary girls would be a ghost, and he persuaded seriously: "I know some people say that liking you will make you happy, but this is a violent villain , Just now, I was holding a sharp knife and preparing to threaten you."

"What do you think?"

Loria looked at Forrest suspiciously, thinking why this man was so full of love options, and explained: "I just admire his aesthetics very much. It's a pity that people who know how to appreciate true beauty go astray. gone."

Especially when the old uncle shot through the head with a short rifle, spraying red and white all over the ground.

Forrest was at a loss for words. Are young girls nowadays so narcissistic and good at handling corpses?

"Aren't you afraid of being hit just by holding the kerosene lamp like this? What about the people chasing you?"

Seeing Forrest pick up the kerosene lamp that belonged to the waiter on the ground, Loria asked.

"I was thrown to the other side of the lake." He patted the handle of his short rifle and smiled at Loria: "Do you know how to hit the enemy without getting bullets?"

Loria shook her head. She had only learned rifles from Alice in the wilderness for a few days, and her accuracy was impressive.

"Hitting depends on faith."

Forrest said solemnly, "As for not being shot... death is like the wind, always with me."

Even after being off the ship for many years, he is still a sailor of the destroyer.