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A man starved to death in the mutual aid club.

The one who starved to death was an old craftsman in the slum, an expert in making shoes, an honest and taciturn old man.

When machine-made shoes became the mainstream of Intis' new factory, his handmade shoes shop went bankrupt quickly and could not live in ordinary urban areas within two years. He lived in the slums with his only grandson and continued to make shoes.

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

"Brother Ernst, you took care of your grandfather's business, ordered ten pairs of shoes, and paid all the deposits in advance. Grandfather was unwilling to come to you to borrow food."

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

"You are the only one who is willing to give us food. If everyone can't survive, they will borrow it from you, what will you do?" The eleven-two-year-old boy has taken over his grandfather's job and carried his grandfather's toolbox. He looked up at Richard, with his blue eyes shining. "I saw that you are not a servant hired by the nobles. You have to go to the factory, shine shoes, buy newspapers, and get seven jobs to earn the money to buy these bread."

"But……"

"Our lives are not worth mentioning. The nobles and His Majesty the King don't care. You are not a god, so you don't need to pay attention to us like this. Please don't mention borrowing food anymore. I will support myself with my skills."

The little blue-eyed shoemaker wore two simple shoes wrapped in polished thick leather, and took out a pair of beautiful high-top strapped 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 at least you must make your shoes well. Your legs have been injured before, and the soles must be smoother and more detailed." The little shoemaker said, turning around and leaving. After walking two steps, he stopped again, tears flashing in his eyes, "I will make the remaining nine pairs of shoes on behalf of my grandfather. Can you lend me a clean cloth? I want to put away my grandfather's body and carry it to the church of the God of Steam."

"……good."

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Before ten:30, the banquet ended. Edward left the basement where the Red Evil Spirit was imprisoned early, returned to Mr. Carter's banquet, and changed back to the Master Secret Master. Medic was suspected to have schizophrenia, but it was not unusual 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 passerby, He put away his carriage and servants, and landed lightly on the ground. In the middle park a block away, the owl, who had been dozing with his eyes closed, yawned, shook his wings, and glided into the night without making any sound, and began the night activities.

Do you want to say hello to the Aurora?... No, they have been developing normally recently and I don’t need to participate. Do you want to go to the East District?... Don’t need to, it’s such a leisurely night.

boom!!!

A shocking explosion suddenly came from the front right, as if a wall had collapsed. Then there was the sound of glass breaking, the sudden intense aura of demons, fighting, strange explosions and flames. You can vaguely see a huge thing moving, and there was a little movement in the distance. Gradually, lights were on, and then screams came.

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

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"...So, you said you were visiting a friend, and you were kept by the other party for dinner. On the way back, you got lost because of the master key, and ended up hitting the murder scene because of the curse?"

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

Klein bent his waist, leaned his hands on his knees, and lying breathlessly. He was about to shout for help to attract the attention of the people around him, but the demon dog actually pestered him like crazy, without 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 law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics.

Edward looked at the huge, long-horned dog head that was half trapped in the ground by himself, and looked at the other party's huge eyes full of fear. He looked at the three eyes, and he sighed unhappily. He waved to Klein: "I just came back from the dinner. Go away quickly, you are a wild extraordinary person, and you will be caught by the official."

Actually, I am also an extraordinary official, until I died once... Klein was very moved by the other party's concern for him, but he did not intend to inform him of his activities tonight. After all, the card of blasphemy was too important. He picked up the master key that he loved and hated, decided to go out a distance and immediately took the carriage, and never gave it a chance to cheat himself.

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

"Oh, useless waste." Edward gently pressed the tip of his cane against the head of the demon dog, whispering regretfully, "I wasted your reward."

The eyes of the demon dog were full of despair and fear, and the absolute power suppressed its soul. Edward pressed his hand slightly and penetrated his skull, brain and jaw from top to bottom, nailing the huge demon to death on the small road in Beckland's city. White brain, black blood and resentful and violent spirituality rushed out of the demon's body. Edward pulled out his cane and swung it hard, and the dirty blood threw a complete arc on the bricks and stones. He gently grabbed the demon dog's body, and a little black light was grabbed into His hand, and then turned into a small glass bottle and disappeared in his palm.

Losing its extraordinary qualities, the corpse of the demon dog gradually shrinks.

It will turn back into an ordinary dead dog in a few minutes. When it is discovered the next day, people at most think its death is strange and disgusting, and they will not think about it in the direction of serial murders.

"It is not closely related to the Belia family... It is not an extraordinary animal cultivated within the Belia family, but a talented ordinary animal picked up from outside. Unfortunately."

It seems that if you want to correctly track the gathering place of the Belia family, you have to use real family members. If you lose the extraordinary dog ​​that is being promoted, even if you have other purposes, the real Belia will still have some action. A bounty of two thousand pounds to buy its own life. Since it fails, the soul and life will naturally belong to me. Edward's figure quickly faded and disappeared on a wide street a few blocks away. There are gas street lights here, and occasionally you can see a few drunk pedestrians.

He strolled on the streets and looked up at the sky. The mist at night dissipated, revealing the crimson full moon. The red gauze-like moonlight soothed over everything, and the gentle and negative force made people feel happy and more comfortable.

The mood of losing a small amount of money was comforted. Although there was a little episode, it did not prevent it from being a wonderful night...

Bang! The owl suddenly hit a vine, hitting the eyes of Venus, falling directly from the air, and falling to the ground with four legs towards the sky.

Edward's eyes turned black. He looked from the eyes of the owl facing upwards and saw emerald green pea vines growing out of the flat streets, with the tip spreading to the clouds in the sky, and a carriage was driving up smoothly along the vines - it was the fairy tale "Peas and Jack". The fairy tale of the old era that no one knew, and the extraordinary ability to peek at the secret paths, was basically sure that Bernard was taking action.

The fairy tale "Pea and Jack" is not much offensive, and should only create a "mysterious space that can only be reached by walking up the pea vine", at most adding a monster to the space. This kind of spell is often not used to treat enemies, so what is Bernadai doing?

The owl shook his head and stood up again. It flew to the height of the roof, pretending to be an ordinary animal and hovering in the night sky, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the position of the pea vine. He tentatively glanced at the carriage, wanting to see who met Bernardé at this time, but the owl had limited eyesight and had nothing to find.

So He gave up his spying and walked 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?"

"An explosion occurred near our church. I was not sure whether it was a gas leak or a vicious incident. Some residents said they saw terrifying huge shadows and unknown burning flames. Old man, is this extraordinary force, right?"

"Why do you even ask me?" Pales snorted reluctantly, but gave some advice. "Boy, run faster, maybe this matter has something to do with the serial murder that has been causing a lot of trouble recently."

"real?!"

Leonard glared at his eyes, and immediately accelerated his pace and ran on the street: "But that was the devil's accident! He had cruelly killed more than a dozen people, and at least there was a sequence 7. It should have been gone now, so it's useless for me to chase him?...Ah! There is someone in front! Old man, is there any problem with this person? Old man?"

The mysterious old man parasitic suddenly stopped answering him. Leonard scratched his head. After all, the old man had always guided and sarcastic at will, and he often fell asleep. He didn't feel strange when he suddenly disappeared. He looked around, sorted out the badges and police officer's ID (he found that he was not wearing a police officer's hat), took out the notebook and pen in his shirt pocket, and walked to the bright gas street light waiting for the other party to approach.

The gentleman who came towards him seemed to have noticed him, and after hesitation, he chose to come up.

"Good evening."

"Good evening, I'm the police officer who patrolled this area tonight. An explosion occurred on the west side just now. Do you know?"

Leonard first showed his police officer's ID, then asked questions seriously, and at the same time he was holding paper and pen to prepare for the record. Except for his too young and handsome face and his temporary uniform, he looked quite like that.

"Yes, I heard the explosion there, and it was very loud, so I boldly went over and checked it out." The dark brown-haired gentleman replied calmly and smoothly. "When I think about it now, what a dangerous move, I didn't think about the consequences at all."

Curiosity? It is logical. It seems that this gentleman is just an ordinary person joining in the fun. Leonard said "So that's it" while simply recording the notebook. He called out a few words to the old man in his heart, wanting him to help see if there are any clues nearby, but no matter how he sucked his fingers, Pales seemed to be determined and never spoke.

"For what reason did you stay on the street so late? If there is a too personal reason, you can go without an answer."

"No. I'm going to Mr. Miller Carter's dinner, and I'm just back now. I want to take a walk alone, so I'll let the servant drive back first and walk home slowly by myself..."

In desperation, Leonard had to investigate alone. After asking some irrelevant questions about time and place, his small notebook also wrote a page. Before finishing the cross-examination, Leonard asked casually: "Have you seen any abnormal situation on the road?"

"Is it abnormal? No." The gentleman did not think, "there was only a dead dog lying in the middle of the road."

"Okay, thank you for your answer, I hope you have a wonderful night." Dead Dog? Leonard didn't take it too seriously, but he also planned to go around and take a look after a while. He naturally completed the investigation task and was about to leave, he suddenly slapped his head, "I almost forgot, sir, your record may be helpful to our investigation. What is your name? We may tell you the follow-up of the investigation in the form of a letter."

"Okay." replied the gentleman, "My name is Edward Vaughan, living in Jowood, near Queens' West Side villa."

"So..." Leonard wrote down and said goodbye.

The two went against each other and quickly opened the distance. Leonard's notebook was still unfolded and held in his hand. The handwriting on it began to disappear line by line, and soon the blank space before the cross-examination was restored.

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

"Go to the Third Street." Pales' voice sounded as scheduled, with a little fatigue. "I found something abnormal in the Third Street."

"Abnormal?" Leonard was instantly alert, "What anomaly?! Do I need to report to the team to investigate?"

"No," said Pales, "it's just a dead dog."

TBC

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Edward: Isn't it really that unlucky? Is it just that the demon dog was chased away by the ground and turned around and was captured by Bernady?

Klein:…………
Chapter completed!