Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

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One person starved to death in the mutual aid society.

The man who starved to death was an old craftsman in the slums, an expert shoemaker, an honest, hardworking and taciturn old man.

When machine-made shoes became the mainstream of Intis's new factories, his handmade shoe shop quickly went bankrupt. In less than two years, he could no longer live in an ordinary urban area. He moved into the slums with his only grandson and continued to make shoes.

When Richard heard the news, he was stunned for a long time. He reached out to wipe the grease off his face, but did not wipe it off. He looked at the grandson of the old shoemaker who was preparing for his grandfather's funeral and asked, "I told you that you can come to me when you have no food at home. Why don't you and your grandfather come?"

“Brother Ernst, you took care of my grandfather’s business, ordered ten pairs of shoes, and paid the deposit in full. My grandfather was unwilling to come to you to borrow food.”

"Would you rather starve to death than come to borrow food?"

"You are the only one who is willing to share food with us. If everyone can't survive and asks you to borrow, what will you do?" The 11-year-old boy has taken over his grandfather's work and carried his grandfather's toolbox. He looked up at the tall Richard, his blue eyes sparkling, "I see, you are not a servant hired by the nobles. You have to work in the factory, shine shoes, buy newspapers, and do seven jobs to earn money to buy these breads."

"But……"

"Our lives are worthless, and neither the noble lord nor the king cares about them. You are not a god, and you do not need to value us so much. Please do not mention borrowing food anymore, I will use my skills to support myself."

The blue-eyed young shoemaker, wearing a pair of simple shoes made of two pieces of polished rough leather, took out a pair of beautiful high-top lace-up leather boots from another backpack on his body and handed them to Richard solemnly.

"This is the last pair of shoes my grandfather made. He said he wanted to make your shoes well. Your legs were injured before, so the soles need to be polished smoother and more delicate." The young shoemaker said, turning around to leave. He took two steps and stopped again, tears flashing in his eyes. "I will make the remaining nine pairs of shoes for my grandfather. Can you please lend me a piece of clean cloth? I want to collect my grandfather's body and carry it to the Church of the God of Steam to rest in peace."

"……it is good."

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The banquet ended before half past ten. Edward left the basement where the Red Ghost was imprisoned early and returned to Mr. Carter's banquet, where he exchanged with the puppet master's servant. Medici was suspected of having schizophrenia, but it was not uncommon for him to have some mental problems after being imprisoned for thousands of years.

He said goodbye to Mr. Miller Carter with the other guests, and after parting ways with the last fellow traveler, he put away his carriage and servants and landed lightly on the ground. In the street park a block away, an owl that had been dozing with its eyes closed yawned, fluttered its wings, and glided into the night with almost no sound, starting its nighttime activities.

Should I go say hello to the Aurora Club... No, they are all doing well recently and don't need my involvement. Should I go to the East District... No, it's a relaxing night.

boom! ! !
Suddenly, there was a deafening explosion in the front right, like a wall collapsing. Then there was the sound of glass breaking, a sudden strong smell of demons, sounds of fighting, strange explosions and flames. I could vaguely see a huge thing moving, and there was a small movement in the distance, and gradually lights came on, and then screams were heard.

Half a minute later, Edward watched Klein rush out from the corner of the wall and was chased in front of him by a demon dog half the size of a house.

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"…So, you said you were visiting a friend and were invited to dinner by him. On your way back, you got lost because of the skeleton key, and ended up running into a murder scene because of the curse in it?"

"Yes, really, thanks to you..."

Klein bent his waist, leaned his hands on his knees, and lied breathlessly. He was about to shout for help to attract the attention of the people around him, but the demon dog pestered him like crazy, not giving him any chance to speak. It was not until the demon angel appeared in his sight that he realized that the demon dog was chasing him relentlessly because of the Beyonder characteristic aggregation law.

Edward looked at the huge long-horned dog head that was half sunken into the ground under his feet, and looked at the other's huge eyes filled with fear. The three looked at each other, and He sighed unhappily. He waved to Klein: "I just came back from the dinner. Let's go, you are a wild Beyonder, you will be finished if you are caught by the authorities."

In fact, I was also an official Beyonder, until I died once... Klein was very touched that the other party cared about him, but he had no intention of telling him about his activities tonight. After all, the Blasphemy Card was too important. He picked up the Master Key that he loved and hated, and decided to take the carriage immediately after walking a distance, and never give it a chance to trick him.

After Klein left, only two demons were left alone on the street.

"Alas, useless waste." Edward gently placed the tip of his cane against the demon dog's head and whispered regretfully, "You've wasted your reward."

The demon dog's eyes were filled with despair and fear. The absolute power suppressed and crushed its mind. Edward pressed down with a little force on his hand, and the cane pierced through its skull, brain and jaw from top to bottom, nailing the huge demon to death on the small road in Backlund. White brain matter, black blood and resentful and violent spirits rushed out of the demon's body. Edward pulled out his cane and swung it hard, and the dirty blood swung a complete arc on the bricks and stones. He gently grabbed the body of the demon dog, and a black light was caught in his hand, and then turned into a small glass bottle and disappeared in his palm.

Having lost its extraordinary properties, the demon dog's body gradually shrank.

In a few minutes, it will turn back into an ordinary dead dog. When it is found the next day, people will at most think that its death is strange and disgusting, and will not think of it as a serial murder case.

"Its connection with the Belia family is not close enough... It is not an extraordinary animal cultivated within the Belia family. It should be an ordinary animal with talent picked up from outside. What a pity."

It seems that if we want to correctly track down the gathering place of the Belia family, we have to use real family members. After losing the extraordinary dog ​​that was being promoted, even if he had other purposes, the real Belia would still take some action. The bounty of 2,000 pounds bought its own life. Since it failed, its soul and life naturally belong to me. Edward's figure quickly faded and disappeared on a wide street a few blocks away. There were still gas street lamps on here, and occasionally a few drunk pedestrians could be seen.

He strolled along the street, looking up at the sky. The night mist had dissipated, revealing a crimson full moon. The red gauze-like moonlight gently enveloped everything, and the gentle feminine power made people happy and more comfortable.

The mood of losing a small amount of money was comforted. Although there were some minor incidents, it did not prevent this from being a wonderful night...

Bang! The owl suddenly hit a vine, and it saw stars. It fell directly from the air, and fell to the ground with its four legs in the air.

Edward's eyes went dark. He looked through the eyes of an owl that was looking up at the sky, and saw emerald green pea vines growing out from the flat streets, with the tips spreading all the way up to the clouds in the sky, and a carriage moving steadily up along the vines - it was the fairy tale magic "Jack and the Pea". The fairy tale of the old days that no one knew about, the extraordinary ability to peek into the secret paths of people, it was basically certain that Bernadette was doing it. The fairy tale "Jack and the Pea" was not very aggressive, and it should only create a "mysterious space that can only be reached by going up the pea vines", and at most add a monster in the space. This kind of spell is often not used against enemies, so what is Bernadette doing?
The owl shook its head and stood up again. It flew to the height of the roof, pretending to be an ordinary animal circling in the night sky, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the position of the pea vine. He tentatively glanced at the carriage, wanting to see who was meeting Bernadette at this time, but the owl's eyesight was limited and he found nothing.

So He gave up spying and walked at night like an ordinary gentleman.

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"Old man, old man!" Leonard put one hand in his pocket and whispered to the air, "What happened just now?"

"There was an explosion near our church. We're not sure if it was a gas leak or a malicious incident. Some residents said they saw a terrifying huge black shadow and unknown burning flames. Old man, is this an extraordinary power?"

"Why are you asking me if you can already think of the answer?" Pales snorted reluctantly, but still gave some advice, "Boy, run faster. Maybe this matter is related to the recent serial murder case."

"real?!"

Leonard's eyes widened, and he immediately quickened his pace, running down the street. "But that was a demon! He has already brutally killed more than a dozen people, and he is at least Sequence 7. He should have disappeared by now. There's no point in me chasing him, right? ...Ah! There's a person in front of me! Old man, is there anything wrong with this person? Old man?"

The mysterious parasitic old man suddenly stopped answering him. Leonard scratched his head. After all, the old man had always given him guidance and ridicule as he pleased, and he often fell asleep, so he didn't find it strange that he suddenly disappeared. He looked around, adjusted his badge and police ID (found that he was not wearing a police hat), took out the notebook and pen from his jacket pocket, and walked under the bright gas street lamp to wait for the other party to approach.

The gentleman walking towards him seemed to notice him as well. After a slight hesitation, he chose to walk up to him.

"good evening."

"Good evening. I am the police officer in charge of patrolling this area tonight. Did you know that there was an explosion in the west just now?"

Leonard first showed his police ID, then asked questions seriously, while holding a pen and paper to take notes. Apart from his overly young and handsome face and the makeshift uniform, he looked quite like a decent officer.

"Yes, I heard the explosion there, and the sound was very loud, so I boldly went over to check it out." The gentleman with dark brown hair answered calmly and smoothly, "Now that I think about it, it was such a dangerous move. I didn't even consider the consequences."

Curiosity? It was logical. It seemed that this gentleman was just an ordinary person who wanted to join in the fun. Leonard said "I see" while making a simple note in his notebook. He called the old man a few times in his mind, wanting him to help him see if there were any clues nearby. But no matter how he tried, Pales seemed determined not to speak.

"Why did you stay on the street so late? If it's too personal, you don't have to answer."

"No. I just came back from attending Mr. Miller Carter's dinner. I wanted to take a walk alone for a while, so I asked the servant to drive back first and then I walked home slowly..."

Leonard had no choice but to investigate alone. After asking some irrelevant questions about time and place, he filled a page in his little notebook. Before ending the interrogation, Leonard asked casually without hope: "Did you see anything unusual on the road?"

"Anything unusual? No." The gentleman said without hesitation, "There's only a dead dog lying in the middle of the road."

"Okay, thank you for your answer, and I hope you have a good night." Dead dog? Leonard didn't take it too seriously, but he also planned to go around and take a look later. He completed the investigation task logically, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly slapped his head, "I almost forgot, sir, your records may be helpful to our investigation, what is your name? We may let you know the follow-up of the investigation by letter."

"Yes," replied the gentleman, "my name is Edward Vaughan, and I live in a villa in Cherwood, near Queen West."

"Like this..." Leonard wrote quickly and said goodbye.

The two men went in opposite directions and soon distanced themselves from each other. Leonard's notebook was still open in his hand, and the words on it began to disappear line by line, and soon returned to the blank space before the interrogation.

When they reached the end of the street, Leonard stopped, yawned, and whispered, "Old man? Why is there no one on this road? I want to find someone to ask about the situation. Where are we going next?"

"Let's go to Third Street." Pales' voice sounded as expected, with a hint of fatigue. "I found something unusual on Third Street."

"Abnormal?" Leonard was instantly alert. "What abnormality?! Do you need me to report to the team for investigation?"

“No need,” Pales said. “It’s just a dead dog.”

TBC
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Edward: Could there really be someone so unlucky that he would be chased all over the ground by a demon dog and then be captured by Bernadette?

Klein: …………

(End of this chapter)