Chapter 49 Hard to guard against

Although the workhouse is a charity jointly owned by the church and the government, it also has ways to make money.

Every time it opens, the workhouse will admit hundreds of poor people, and then let these people eat some food and sleep. Then they must work for the workhouse for three days. A new batch will be replaced after a few days.

Depending on the gender, age and disease, those who are strong can smash stones, while those who are weak can pick cotton wool.

With almost no effort, pull the remaining whale oil droplets off the factory scraping equipment.

On average, each person needs to do these tasks for fourteen hours a day.

Especially when autumn turns to winter, they use trembling hands to complete these tasks with quota requirements, and it takes a while longer.

In short, these recipients do not live and eat in vain, they are also workers.

It's just that after leaving the workhouse, their injuries and age will still prevent them from finding jobs.

The Salvation Army, which spent energy and money on missionary work during the day, lost sympathy at this moment. They broke into their rooms and dragged the poor people out of their sleep after a hard day's work. They threatened them with guns or threatened them with their complaints.

Give them a rifle butt.

The workhouse that was supposed to be silent was suddenly filled with screams and wails.

He raised his hands high and turned sideways to show the revolver that was not drawn out from his waist.

It is true that a spider can weave a magical web, but if it has no intention of getting close, it cannot actively stick to its opponent.

The priest looked at the solid iron fence and thought it would be okay to get a little closer, so he walked forward.

"I wasn't the one who fired the gun just now, I didn't have any shortage of bullets."

The priest nodded, thoughtfully: "You guys should go back and rest first. He may be back tomorrow, so you don't have to worry too much."

Qiao held his forehead: "Don't mention it. When I think of this name being given to me by the Holy Grail, I can't eat."

His smile disappeared, and he realized that he didn't seem to understand the identity of the Salvation Army.

Although these people are very weak, they do have something special.

The revolver was taken away by "loyal" men hired by Moore.

"The workhouse does not accept such people. The soldier you are looking for must not be here, otherwise the porter will know."

He then tried to persuade Charles wholeheartedly, but the other party suddenly lost interest in communicating with him.

He also operated in this way, so there were only five bullets in the six-round revolver magazine.

"Time flies so fast, I have to go back." Joe Mani stood up and apologized slightly: "If I go back late, the priests will find me sneaking away, so I can't help you today. Next time, uh,

next time"

The moment their figures overlapped in the soldiers' eyes, Charles suddenly screamed.

"What are you doing"

"I saw someone outside next door. Why is there no indoor passage here?"

In the second half of the sentence, his voice became quieter because he was using a revolver.

However, this method cannot be called salvation in Clayton's eyes.

It is actually against military regulations for them to go out at night, but the military camp has always been lax in controlling them.

The dean was running around trying to persuade the Salvation Army to stop, and five caregivers were also helping.

Moore fell behind Clayton and Joe Mani. The special envoy of the Holy Grail Society who had revealed all the information had no survival value. Clayton would not let him go just because he looked young or was related to Clara.

The so-called "Mother" refers to salvation.

Charles turned to look at him. The stand-up collar of the military uniform covered his neck: "You ask all the strong men under the age of thirty here to stand up."

The dean felt dazed for a while, but then he quickly woke up and saw clearly the officer's frown.

But the soldiers just pushed them and drove them far away.

This is a powerful firearm, but it is also easy to misfire. For safety, most revolver users will choose to empty the current magazine, so that even if it is accidentally triggered, it will only be a dry fire.

Especially since he lost Clayton's gun today.

The meaning of this name is to redeem those who failed to inherit the darkin's power.

Although he doesn't take the recipients here seriously, letting so many people in is definitely against the charter. If the parish council knows about what's going on here, he will get out before they negotiate with the military camp to hold them accountable.

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With the help of soldiers, he checked every room on every floor, but failed to find his target.

"It's indeed a bit late, but there's one more thing we can do." The werewolf put his paws on Joe's shoulders affectionately.

Clara lives in Notre Dame, while Moore lives in Notre Dame in another country where the Holy Grail Order is located.

Charles watched coldly as the soldiers obeyed his orders and waited for the person in charge of the studio to wake up and open the door.

The priest in black looked at him suspiciously and made a cross on his chest: "Maybe he heard those voices again. Sometimes it is helpless to choose to escape and indulge. As long as he prays honestly, Heavenly Father will give him courage.

Yes. By the way, have you taken your sedatives on time? Don’t follow those voices.”

No matter how strong the iron railings are, bullets can still pass through the gaps.

"That's a studio. How do I know about the construction?"

The dean hoped that the officer would give up this idea. The director of the studio was appointed by the St. Mellon Parish Council's inter-district management, and his words were much heavier than him. If the director complained to the council about him leading the way, he would be really embarrassed.

Get out of here.

The lieutenant has already figured out from him that all the children in this Notre Dame are either the members of the Holy Grail themselves or "defective products" found elsewhere.

The boy's name is Joe and the girl's name is Nancy.

This is equivalent to those hard years in the colony being wasted!

It was someone he knew, and he also knew who asked him to work. The officer suddenly showed a bright smile: "One of our brothers disappeared with the female nurse in the workhouse. He has not returned to camp yet. I just want to find him.

"

Six people can fit into a room here, and one soldier with a gun can intimidate a room, so the manpower is quite sufficient.

This is worse than death!

"Open the door, or we shoot!"

Charles strolled forward in the corridor, inspecting the controlled poor from room to room.

The officer stepped forward and gestured to the priest to come closer and listen.

The dean met his eyes, trembled and let go.

His relief was appropriate but irresponsible, and Charles knew it was impossible.

That location is the heart.

"I'm going to take a look. Give me the key." the officer said, looking directly into the old man's eyes.

"I didn't expect that your parents didn't give you the name Joe." Clayton sighed.

The officer turned to look at the wall, where the studio was.

"Okay, we'll go back in a moment, but there's one more thing I need you to tell the priest."

He was not yet born when his parents made a contract with the Holy Grail Society. In order for one party to the contract to fulfill their obligations in detail in the future, the contract restricted Joseph Mani to only one child in a magical way, and also stipulated that

child's name.

"For the sake of Heavenly Father, stop." The dean finally found an opportunity to hold Charles' arm and begged.

Now, as a noble officer, if he dies while taking them out, or dies in front of them, the consequences for them can be imagined - they will be deprived of their military uniforms, their retirement pay will be deducted, and they will be thrown back to their place of origin.

The priest's face twitched, and he was surprised by the sudden situation, but he knew what he should do now.

"So are there such people in the nurse dormitory?"

The officer clutched his chest and backed away. He fell to the ground within a few steps, and blood flowed from the muzzle of his green uniform.

"There is a wall blocking it. No one is allowed in at night. The doors are all locked."

The priest looked strong and alert, with a revolver in his waist that was the same as the officer's. He did not look like someone who would work in a training camp to educate children.

Some of the soldiers surrounded him, while others raised their rifles and aimed at the priest, glaring at him.

"Where is the entrance to the studio?"

It's not that they didn't try to open the lock on the door, but the padlock weighed about ten pounds and looked stronger than a city defense mortar shell.

"I won't leave. Please inform the Sheriff's Department and the Parish Council."

He wanted to promise something, but no matter what he promised, it was unconvincing.

"I'm fine lately." He moved his lips.

The officer led his soldiers downstairs and ordered them to do all they could to the tall iron fence that separated the wall, including kicking and shooting. But the iron fence was stronger than they imagined and was inserted into the ground.

The piles are so deep that the parts on the ground do not sway even after being stressed, and even bullets can bounce off solid pure iron.

Charles glanced back subconsciously, only to find that the soldiers following him had expressions of deep understanding.
To be continued...