Backlund East District

On the first day of work, I read the newspaper, drank tea, and fished.

Jon sat in front of the funeral home, like a leisurely old man, flipping through the "Tasok News" and watching today's news. He missed modern society a little. If it were in today's society, he would be older now.

I'll probably take out my phone and scroll through it for a while.

Inside the door, Old Warren was wearing a pair of reading glasses and was carefully carving the stone tablet in his hand.

After a while, the old man stood up and supported his waist.

"Hey, boy, I am an old man who has been grinding stone tablets here for a long time. Don't you know how to be considerate of the old man and give me a cup of coffee?"

"Sir, my job does not include this."

Jon said, but stood up and walked into the house, intending to pour a cup of hot coffee for the old man.

The funeral home has no business today, and the person who commissioned the stone tablets a few days ago did not come to pick up the tombstone.

For businessmen, it is not a good thing when store business is cold and dull.

There is only one kind of shop except that, that is the funeral parlor.

Indeed, what better time than when funeral homes are slow to do business.

Of course, there is another situation, that is, people have reached the stage where they cannot even afford tombstones.

Jon sighed silently.

...

There is no doubt that Backlund has many secret trading platforms.

But Jon only knew of two trading platforms, one was organized by the madman "Beauty" A of the Aurora Society, and the other was an extraordinary party organized by Mr. Essinger Stanton.

Mr. A also said that Mr. Essinger Stanton's party is still easy to join.

...

Backlund Bridge area, Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar, evening.

Jon came here one day early according to the secret code from "Backlund Daily",

Slowly wiping the pie crumbs off his face, Jon said as he took the last bite of mashed potatoes, "A glass of Will's beer."

In order to blend in and adapt to the environment of the East District, he specially wore cheap clothes today, a shabby windbreaker and a gray-brown peaked cap.

It is worth mentioning that Jon had a razor blade sewn into the brim of his hat, which was inspired by a biography of a gangster in his previous life.

This is a hidden and useful thing, especially for people living in the East End.

After paying the bill, Jon placed a few more sura under the wine glass and pushed it to the bartender.

"I would like to ask, is Caspars here?"

While the bartender was collecting the wine glass, he swept Suler down on his counter and replied, "Billiard Room No. 3."

"Dong dong"

Jon knocked on the door and then opened it.

There were three people inside, two of them were holding clubs. When they saw Jon opening the door, they all looked at Jon.

Jon smiled and said, "I'm looking for Kaspars Camlinen."

A man with a big nose and wearing a linen shirt handed the club to the person next to him, "I am Caspars."

Seeing this, the two people beside them put away their billiard cues expertly, walked out of the billiard room, and closed the door.

"I heard from my friends that there will be a good trading platform here tomorrow. I am a fan of mysticism and I need to buy some materials about mysticism. I think you can help here."

Kaspars looked at Jon.

Since the time is already known, it means that this person has a certain degree of credibility.

Otherwise, he could lead the way for the official Beyonders tomorrow.

"There is a charge for this, two pounds."

"this is necessary."

Jon took out two gold pounds and handed them to him.

Kaspars nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this.

He took out an iron mask that could only cover half of his face, "You bought this."

He continued: "Come here at five o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I will take you in. You can prepare in advance."

"No problem." Seeing this, Jon had no choice but to open the door, pass through a smell of sweat and alcohol, and leave the Brave Bar.

...

As soon as I got off the public carriage and before I entered Old Warren's shop, I heard Old Warren talking.

Jon noticed a girl with a withered face standing next to Old Warren. Her hair looked like it had not been washed for a long time.

She looks only eleven or twelve years old.

Jon approached Old Warren, and then he noticed that the girl's eyes were strange. One of her eyes was normal, but the other eye was sunken and dull, as if she was blind. This made her

The facial appearance looks very uncoordinated.

But she covered that eye with her somewhat dirty bangs, so unless you look closely, you can't tell anything is wrong.

Old Warren saw him coming over and said, "You came just in time. Selina's mother passed away. Maybe you can help her."

Selena seems to be the name of a saint from the Church of the Goddess. Judging from the fact that Selena's parents named their child this name, they are both believers in the Church of the Night.

Old Warren signaled Selina to wait outside the door. He pulled Jon into the house, "Selina's mother died of an infectious disease."

"You can refuse to see her mother off, and she won't be paid in gold pounds."

"I am an undertaker, sir."

Jon smiled and glanced at the pitiful-looking girl outside the door, "This profession is designed to deal with corpses. How can you be infected with diseases by corpses?"

"Believe in my professionalism, but thank you for your concern."

Jon took the linen on the table and made a gesture of covering his mouth and nose to signal that Old Warren didn't need to worry.

When Old Warren saw this, he hesitated and said nothing. He just handed Jon a cleaner handkerchief from his arms that could cover his mouth and nose.

Jon didn't refuse.

Old Warren nodded and reminded, "Selena has no father. His mother is the most popular girl in the East District. Once her mother died, no one in her family would take care of her, so there will be no charge."

Jon nodded and said nothing.

"Selena, I am the undertaker here."

"Sir, I have no money. I just came here hoping to buy a tombstone for my mother."

The girl replied in a low voice. She lowered her head and lowered her hands. In one hand, she only held one or two scattered banknotes that were soaked in sweat.

"I already understand your situation. Just think of me as a trainee undertaker. I don't charge any fees."

Jon continued, "Old Warren's tombstone is probably only worth a few pennies, not much. You don't have to worry about this."

"Let's go."

...

Jon followed Selina to where she lived.

This was a larger building, and it could be seen that there were many residents crowded inside. Jon noticed that there was a body lying quietly downstairs, and she was covered with some shabby sheets.
Chapter completed!