MTL - I Will Be The Crowned King-v5 Chapter 20 Dawn in Clovis

The pattering cold rain wrapped in a dirty gray fog shrouded the clear sky of Clovis City. The street lamps that were still not extinguished were like stars guiding the drivers, and they swung their whips to direct the carriages to shuttle between the muddy streets.

Besides cursing twice, the passers-by who had been spilled over half of their bodies could only wrap their cold and wet coats tightly and continue to hurry on their way.

The city of Clovis in early December of the 101st year of the saint's calendar is such an anxious place that one does not dare to stop for a cup of coffee.

Stepping through the mud left by the carriage on the construction site, the man in the black turtleneck leather trench coat pressed the brim of his hat and glanced at the job advertisement on the wall.

The advertising paper soaked by the rain was stuck to the door of the closed cafe, and Mo Hu's handwriting could still read the words "The factory protection team is full, the senior with the skill will be given priority".

Factory protection team... This is not a new term. A long time ago, the business owners of Clovis City would recruit some gangsters while setting up factories, and assign them some armed forces to act as thugs

Of course, there are more advanced "playing games". The wealthy nobles will directly hire security companies. After all, they are experienced and well-equipped to deal with the problems in most situations.

However, these two types are now outdated... Along the fence, the man's eyes are looking straight ahead, just as a crowd is passing by the street.

Standard solid-color uniforms, neat and unified military rifles with full equipment, and even holding a triangular flag in the hands of the people walking in the front—foreigners who have just arrived, will mistakenly think that this is the city of Clovis responsible for the security patrol. 's army.

But these people, who seem to be more disciplined than the army, are really just workers of a certain factory guarding team.

The two factories' protection teams met at the joint, and in the past, most of them would fight against their own boss's competitors. There are so many trivial matters in the outer city that no newspapers are willing to publish them.

At the intersection of the streets in full view, the leaders of the two sides first stopped their companions behind them, then took the initiative to step forward, took off their hats to the leader of the opposite team like a gentleman, and then continued to move forward. No one gave each other another look.

The two groups of fully armed people met on the street, and it was not even enough to make the surrounding pedestrians take a second glance, and they still hurried on their way, as if it was just a trivial matter.

And such a "spectacle", which has only occurred in the last six months, has been taken for granted by most people.

Just when the man shook his head with emotion, a figure suddenly stopped right in front of him:

"Sir, please stay!"

He looked at the leader of the factory protection team who suddenly stood in front of him, and it took five seconds before he said:

"...Is something wrong?"

"Looking at your appearance, you should have just come from Baihu District and are going to Frederick Street, right?" The leader of the factory protection team took off his hat and said politely:

"That's right. We happened to have a runaway worker who fled to the inner city. Someone said that he saw him selling newspapers in the park. Can I ask you about it?"

"Selling newspapers, that's such a pity... I don't usually read that stuff." He smiled and shook his head: "And I don't live here either, it just happened to happen."

"Another piece of advice for all of you. If I were that worker, I would never choose to sell newspapers in this street. You'd better look elsewhere."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because Clovis Cathedral is right next to Redtory Street, where the Whitehall police patrol the most frequently, if there is a homeless man without a job hanging out on the street, can he still be safe now?"

"It makes sense!" The team leader suddenly realized: "Thank you for reminding us, we will leave now - everyone, the back team becomes the front team, let's go!"

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of fully armed workers turned around and trotted away in the direction they came from.

"The former care team was used to deal with gangsters, and now it is used to deal with their own people..."

The man with a low chuckle looked at the back of the caravan and continued to walk towards Frederick Street.

Perhaps it was the expensive coat at first sight that attracted the interest of the street newsboys and the coachmen; clamoring to sell him the latest scoop, repeating how smooth and fast his carriage was , willing to give him a "real conscience price" for this "destined person".

The experienced man chose to remain silent, and he did not walk a single street, and the crowd who came to surround him scolded and left; then there were new newsboys and salesmen with advertising papers, like groundhogs, from the first. The corner of two streets jumped out.

Enjoying the usual liveliness, he continued to walk towards the goal along the rainy and foggy street, not one step fast nor one slow step, just to the extent that the crowd surrounded him.

As always, Friedrichstraße is still a lively and bustling place; the chaos of the outer city, the vibration of the inner city can not have any impact on this place; cafes, tobacco shops, dessert houses, fine restaurants, clubs, tailor shops , clothing store…

The real aristocrats disdain to come to this kind of place, and the workers in the outer city regard it as a fantasy paradise; the groups sandwiched between the two work hard all day, and use occasional leisure time and nightlife to support this place. A man-made beauty.

The man who got rid of the crowd took out a sterling silver pocket watch from his arms, with a smile of not being late, he happily walked into the agreed cafe.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his "guest" - wrapped in a brand-new coat, curled up in the innermost corner like a winter spider, with nothing in front of him but a glass of water.

When he said that he and the gentleman were at the same table, he even saw a trace of contempt in the waiter's eyes that he couldn't hide.

"Two cups of coffee, one pork pie, one black pepper smoked sausage, oh yes, there are snacks. I remember you can make cherry cakes here, right? One... No, two pieces." The man casually He returned the menu to the waiter, and by the way, he put a gold coin bill in it:

"Remember to have a cup of coffee without sugar, bring the milk and let's put it ourselves - otherwise don't ask for a tip!"

The waiter who hurriedly caught the menu immediately showed what it means to be polite in the literal sense, turned and left at the fastest speed, while the man walked to the table and knocked on the table of the guests: …

"Didn't I give you money, why didn't I order anything?"

"But the things here are too expensive!"

The frightened guest raised his head and lowered his voice with fear on his face: "A cup of coffee costs two silver coins, and a palm-sized cake costs ten silver coins!"

"For ten silver coins, you can buy a large can of jaggery. Why don't they grab it?!"

"Uh... Maybe it's not necessary, because all the guests who come here will pay for their face." The man smiled softly:

"What's more, this is the newest coffee shop on Friedrichstraße. The coffee beans used are really high-quality, and the dessert styles are closely following the trend of the Empire. The pie recipe comes from Osterian court cuisine, pork and Flour is also provided in the wealthy manor, which is absolutely guaranteed."

"...So what does this have to do with their high prices?"

"The relationship is that with these, they can justly rob you of your money - of course, my money to be precise." The man smiled and stared at his distinguished guest:

"As the one who paid for it, I hope Johnny's lung disease is cured and he likes his new home."

"Yes, yes, it has been cured - the doctor said that his illness was because the environment he lived in was too humid and lacked hygiene and hygiene!"

The "guest" who was questioned nodded again and again, showing a grateful expression: "The ring of order is on! It's the first time I've seen him look at me, an incompetent father, with adoring eyes. Our family is all grateful to you..."

"There's no need for that, we are friends, we each take what we need." The man smiled and shook his head: "Mr. John, your potential and ability are worthy of my investment, and you don't owe me anything."

"So instead of being grateful, I hope that you can show your due strength as soon as possible, and make me feel that my money is worth it."

"As you can see, I'm not really rich either. I live on wages like you used to, and I don't want to see my money not being used for what it should be."

The meaningful words made John shiver uncontrollably, and his eyes began to become unsteady.

And he fiddled with the water glass on the table and continued: "On the way here, I met a team of carers who just passed by here."

"They said that a worker escaped from the factory and went to this street to sell newspapers, and they asked me if I knew such a guy."

"Hey... You also know that you are the only worker I know, but I don't know if you have ever sold newspapers."

"But I still told them that they don't have to work hard in this area. Maybe there is more hope to go to other places, but..."

"Sir!" John shouted suddenly, his expression trembling as if struck by lightning: "I..."

"Don't talk yet."

With a chuckle, he raised his hand to stop the other party, pointed to the waiter who was carrying a plate full of delicious food and came to serve it diligently: "It's all spent so much money, why don't you enjoy it?"

The silent John pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, and stared at the person opposite him in fear, but soon his attention was drawn to the delicious food on the table, and his throat twitched back and forth. …

The man didn't lie, the cherry cake in this cafe is very delicious, and the coffee beans are also imported from Hantu; these luxury items that only appeared on the table of the nobles have become much cheaper because of the jihad and flowed into the restaurant. and cafe menus.

Material has never been so abundant that the Clovis people enjoy rare pleasures, and even ordinary workers in the outer city can afford jaggery and milk.

Slowly and lightly sipping his coffee, the man looked at John, who had swept the table full of food and was still unsatisfied, and very politely handed over the napkin.

"Thanks a lot, hiccup!"

Wiping his greasy mouth vigorously, John carefully folded the napkin and stuffed it into his jacket pocket very skillfully: "I, I have never eaten something so delicious."

"Really? Then you probably won't want to eat them again in the future." He raised his eyebrows: "After all, even if you want to, you can't go back to the outer city now."

The voice fell, and John's face suddenly showed a melancholy color.

"I... my lord, I understand what you want from me." John stammered again:

"I can tell you everything I know, really, as long as you don't let me go back to that place!"

"It's natural." The man nodded seriously: "No one would want to go back to that terrifying place, I can't even believe that if I were you, I would have the courage to escape from there! "

"But since you have left there, for the safety and happiness of Little John, you should also make a complete break with there."

"I personally think that telling me all the information you know is the best way to end it."

"Come on, let's not be in a hurry, seriously recall, how much do you know about our mutual friend's 'whispering'?"

Just hearing that name, John's body trembled again.

"I, I know very little about him! I only know that he once hid because of some people and stopped showing up easily, and even made many people think he was dead."

"After the riot in Clovis City, quietly... He hid for a full half a year before reappearing in his old place, found his former gang and subordinates, and once again showed his might among the workers."

"But this time he's different from before... er, actually I can't say what's wrong, but it just feels like he's become...become..."

"Yes! I have become more confident, and I am not as timid as before. The style of doing things is no different from the old 'old pocket watch', but occasionally I still show the appearance of a coward in private."

"He is still the coward he used to be, so he only dares to wander around in a place where he is confident and absolutely safe, finds a little sign of something wrong, and runs faster than a rabbit!"

"I... happen to know two places he often goes to." John swallowed his saliva, his expression very frightened: "Just, there is only one request, I hope you will not bring too much by then. Police in Whitehall Street, or else..."

"Who told you I was a policeman?" the man said suddenly.

"Hey?"

John was stunned, as if something happened beyond his knowledge: "Then, then you are..."

Looking at his blank expression, the man who laughed stood up, leaned over to John's side, and said coldly in a low voice:

"Clowe Inquisition, Chief Inquisitor, Cole Dorian."

"On behalf of Clovis Cathedral and the Holy See, thank you for the important information you have given us about the apostates, Your Excellency John."

"Pfft!"

Without any warning, John, who was clearly sitting firmly in the chair, fell to the ground.

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