The worker looked at Jian Yi's black formal suit and indifferent expression, and was immediately shaken with fright. He couldn't sit still, knocked over the beer in his hand, fell off the stool, and sat on the ground.
"Oh? What are you hiding from?" Jian Yi narrowed her eyes and then asked, "I'm here to ask you something. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"
"Sir, please spare me!" The worker was talking to himself, out of breath, "I, I have five people to feed in my family! For God's sake, what I just said was all a joke.
I have no intention of slandering the Holy See, please, please..."
"The secret guard is asking, how come there are so many questions!" Jian Yi imitated the secret guard on Tolstoy's tower and said seriously in the same tone: "Now, I ask questions, you just answer them, can you do it?"
"Yes!" Beads of sweat poured down the worker's forehead. Seeing that there was still room for maneuver, the worker quickly replied.
Jian Yi nodded slightly, motioned to the proprietress behind him to stay away, and then asked: "How much is your monthly salary?"
"Monthly salary...ah?" The worker was confused for a moment. He thought that the secret guard would ask him something else like the others, but he didn't expect that his question was just "monthly salary."
Could it be that... it's all about paying the money?
"Ten, fifteen silver coins..." the worker said hesitantly, "The biggest pastime is to come to the pub and drink beer once a week. This little money is just enough to live on for a family of five..."
He took a deep breath and said with a trembling voice: "I have another silver coin here, if you don't mind it..."
Jian Yi nodded thoughtfully, but did not take the money from his hand, but continued to ask: "Then how do you recognize that I am the secret guard of the Pope?"
"Of course they are in black!" The worker suddenly became energetic, "Except for the secret guards, no one else is allowed to wear black uniforms. I still understand this rule!
Sure enough, the problem still lies in the black clothes...
Jian Yi nodded: "Then... collect your money and tell me the location of your factory."
"this……"
When the worker heard that Jian Jian asked him to put away the silver coin, he hurriedly said: "Sir, by the gods, this is the only money I have! If you don't dislike it enough, I can get it again when I go back..."
"It's not about money..."
Listening to the miserable tone of the workers, he could already imagine what kind of monsters were in power in this country.
In the name of the so-called God, they do dictatorial things; under the guise of divine inspiration, they issue orders based on their own will.
Another stupid country of ****.
Seeing that the worker didn't answer, he simply knocked on the table and said in an impatient tone: "I'm asking you for the last time, the location of your factory. If you don't answer... you will be punished with the highest standard of punishment."
"No, I said, I said! Never, never send me to the stake..." The worker was so frightened that he quickly told Jian Jian what he knew, "Wisconsin Steel Works, Wisconsin Steel Works!"
Jian Jian nodded, looked at the deserted environment around him, and said, "Okay, you can go. Also, don't tell anyone about seeing me, okay?"
"Okay, okay..." Seeing that the other party had no intention of entangled, the worker nodded hurriedly, picked up his coat and hurried out the door, leaving only a black figure behind.
Jian Yan played with the work ID he had just taken from the man's bag, and walked towards the counter while reading.
[Name: Work Permit]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: garbage]
[Explanation: The irrelevant Wisconsin Steelworks work permit has been eliminated by the factory based on its age. It is one of the work permits of the older generation. Its owner most likely kept it due to nostalgia and other reasons, but it has little practical significance.
, has lost the legal validity of his identity certificate. It can be seen from the vague picture that he is about thirty years old, and the column on the right clearly reads "Stax Labelle", 1324.11.
2.】
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Remarks: Are you tired of suffering? 996 is the blessing you gained in your previous life!]
"Stacks LaBelle, a worker at the Wisconsin Steelworks," Jian Jian said to himself, "There are no photos, so we can only use pictures instead. It shows that there is no application of electricity in this era... So in this kind of security
Under the system, it couldn’t be easier to disguise..."
He walked to the counter, knocked on the table briefly, and signaled to the landlady that she could come out. He closed the door, then sat on the chair in front of the counter and took a sip of beer.
The taste is crumbly and somewhat inferior.
"Sir, what are you..."
"Do you have a detailed map of the city?" Jian Yi asked roughly. He didn't even know the name of the city. He only knew that the country was called Fanas, so he could only vaguely mention it in one stroke.
Hearing this, the woman showed a surprised expression on her face, as if this was a very unreasonable thing: "You want... a map?"
"I am one of the latest secret guards assigned by the Pope, and I am not familiar with the surrounding environment," Jian Jian said intermittently, "but none of the nearby shops seem to be selling it."
"But..." the woman hesitated for a moment, but still said: "But there is a map on the inside of the hilt of the secret guard's sword. The last time a secret guard came here to drink, he told me-"
"Take what you are told, there is so much nonsense!" Jian Jian remembered the fearful look in the worker's eyes just now, and then asked sternly: "Do you want to be burned on the rack?!"
"No, I," the woman heard, lowered her head quickly and did not dare to say any more, "I'll go get it right now, I'll go get it right now!"
After that, she walked into the back kitchen of the bar without looking back, not daring to delay at all.
"Sword..."
After the woman left, Jian Jian began to sort out the information he had just extracted.
This world is similar to the medieval background, with ignorance, superstition, and industry beginning to take off.
Burning is still one of the methods of execution, and the secret guards can actually burn any civilian according to their own wishes...
In fact, the secret guard should not be called "official servant". It is more appropriate.
And just now the boss lady mentioned a crucial item: a sword.
As seen on Tolstoy's Tower before, it may not only be a weapon, but also a symbol of another status.
Black clothes can deceive the people, but if you want to deceive the Holy See, then a sword is essential...
What a chaotic era...
Of course, compared to these, what Jian Jian wants to understand the most is still the reason why people believe in the so-called gods.
Different from ordinary religions, they even regard gods as rules and use the gods’ representatives as rulers...
