Mystery: Shadow of Order

The quarrel of the young couple was interrupted by the cry of the baby "Wow~Wow~".

A frantic voice came, and then the young man Cassel's voice sounded again, but with a much better attitude.

"When my leg is healed, I'll go to the Disabled Soldiers Rescue Association to have a look. They should want me there."

"The Rescue Association? It does recruit disabled soldiers, but you don't have a right calf, and you can't walk without a cane. How could the association want you?"

The woman's voice also dropped, accompanied by the sound of coaxing the child.

"Let's wait for your pension to come down, doesn't it mean that it will come down before August?"

"It can't come down, Mr. Gothe said, the kingdom doesn't plan to take revenge on the Feysac Empire, so the pension will come down very slowly, it's good to come down this year."

"Then why did the parade suddenly stop? Didn't you stop after receiving the news?"

The woman's voice suddenly increased, which awakened little Charlie again.

"I don't know either, but Mr. Gothe is very sure, so he will come to send us money today, for fear that we won't survive. I hope Mr. Gothe is false."

Cassel's voice was very low. He hoped that Mr. Gothe's words were false, so that they could live a little better, but Mr. Gothe has experienced this kind of thing.

"The rental contract will be renewed next week. How long will we have to sign it?"

Although the rent is to be paid once a week, the lease period has to be set with the landlord. Moving out early is equivalent to a breach of contract. If you go to court, you will have to pay a lot of money.

And with their current economic situation, if they sign a long-term contract, they are likely to be kicked out because they can't pay the rent. For short-term contracts, the landlord is likely not to renew the contract with them.

"Two months, the pension for two months should be..."

Cassel's confidence was obviously insufficient, and Rawls only listened to it.

"Do you still have that much money at home?"

"Mr. Gothe gave me 10 pounds, which should be able to sustain it."

"We owe Mr. Gothe too much."

"Mr. Gothe has a hard time. He just got out of the case and must have spent a lot of money to hire a lawyer. He has other family members of his comrades to support, and now he has been fired again."

"Fired? How could it be? It's not his fault, it's obviously the fault of the congressman's son!"

Werther Gold was fired? Rawls frowned, remembering the attitude and testimony of the Cragg Club manager at the trial that day, Mr. Gold's dismissal was probably already set.

He didn't continue to listen, he turned and walked towards the East District. He is not in a good mood now.

……

"Stinky bitch, don't you receive a lot of customers? Why is there only so much money?"

"Ho~ah"

The woman lying on the ground groaned in pain, and she no longer had the strength to beg around.

The bald man leaning against the wall coughed:

"Cough, it's almost done, she still has to make money for us."

"Yes, boss."

He kicked the woman on the ground again, and the young man walked up to the bald man and handed him a few banknotes and coins in his hand.

The bald man didn't answer. He didn't look down on the small money, so he raised his chin:

"You take it."

The young man showed a pleasing smile:

"Okay, thank you boss."

The bald man walked up to the woman and squatted down, pinching the woman's chin, the woman moaned "Ho~ho", the man frowned, stood up and slapped a mouth on the young man who was still smirking.

"What did I say? Don't slap in the face, don't slap in the face, go pick me up if you break it!"

The young man who was dazed by the slap covered his cheeks, shrank his neck, and nodded repeatedly:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, boss, I forgot about it later."

The bald man kicked the young man's leg and cursed:

"Forgot? Why don't you forget to eat? Why don't you forget to take money?"

The bald head wanted to kick him again, but he was kicked in the air, and then his neck seemed to be clamped by a pair of big pliers, the whole person was suspended, and his limbs were desperately waving in the air.

It was Rawls who was pinching his neck. Rawls threw the bald man against the wall, and then fell off the wall, struggling to get up.

The young man who had just been kicked to the ground saw that his boss was beaten by Rawls and couldn't get up. He gritted his teeth and didn't stand up straight. He bowed his head and put his arms around Rawls's legs.

Rawls frowned, kicked the young man on the shoulder, and kicked him five or six meters away.

He pressed his hat down, put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, tightened his windbreaker, walked to the young man's side, and stepped on his left knee.

"Ah!" The young man cried out in pain, and passed out.

Ignoring the woman who was still moaning on the ground, Rawls walked out of the alley.

Outside the alley, Rawls closed his eyes and felt it quietly. He seemed to have summed up the first act of "Barbarian": vent anger and never give in. Anger makes you more powerful.

……

On a street in the North District.

"Hugh, don't you know that I still have to write? Can't you deal with that yordle alone?"

"You? Writing? When was the last time you wrote? Last month or last month?"

The two female voices looked gloomy on the silent street.

Xio helplessly looked at her friend Fors Wall, who was standing still. She finally found information about Yodel, saying that he appeared nearby today.

I stayed here until six o'clock, and I didn't even see my employer who gave me 10 pounds a week~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Although there is a high possibility that he still won't come. But if you come, see yourself absent, cancel the task, then you will lose a lot.

In the end, he squatted down to Yodl's men and entered Villa 73 on this street. He was worried that Yodl, who was afraid of death, had built a secret room in the villa.

So Xio forcibly pulled his friend Fors who was lying at home. Forsi was the "apprentice" of Sequence 9 and could walk through walls and gates at will. Today, the walls of Yodel's secret room are all steel plates, and he can't escape.

"Okay, hurry up."

Forsi, who was wearing a beige long skirt with a ruffled stand collar, simply squatted down, completely ignoring that the skirt had fallen to the ground.

"What's the matter? Didn't I promise to invite you to the Intis dinner?"

Xio walked in front of Fors, more than a head taller than Fors who was squatting.

Fors pulled back her slightly curly brown hair and stretched out three fingers of her right hand:

"Three times."

"Three meals? How can I have so much money."

Xio's eyes widened. The cheapest meal of Intis is 8 pounds, 16 pounds for two people, and 50 pounds for three meals. His family's wealth is only a little more than this, and the reward for this task is only 50 pounds. 10 pounds.

"I don't care. You broke my heart. I am very serious about writing novels. You interrupted the plot that I had planned for two months."

Xio is helpless and angry, doesn't his friend know about it? Since Fors's "Storm House" became popular, she has not written a word except for her signature.

"Two meals, or I'll go by myself."

Fortunately, I recently ran into a rich man who earns 10 pounds a week. If I do some other small tasks, 15 pounds a week is not easy.