"So I came here to say goodbye to you," Boggs put on his hat, stood up and said, "Kid, maybe... this is our last meeting."
"Goodbye?" Alex looked surprised and immediately stopped what he was doing, "Wait, what kind of joke is this? For God's sake, I bet you are..."
"This is serious, Alex," Boggs stood there and looked at the noisy night scene outside the store, "You know better than me what the current situation is in the East End and what the current situation is like for the workers... The Holy See has repeatedly
I've seen enough of using gods as an excuse to cut salaries and protect criminals."
"No, no, no, you want-" Alex did not dare to say the word, "Those people have been punished by God! You know the consequences of this... God will punish you!"
"It is much better to die in an upright manner than to be drained of flesh and blood in a factory! The Holy See has distorted the will of God and indulged in crime for personal gain! This is definitely not the will of God!" Boggs sneered and left a message on the table.
A bunch of parchment scrolls, and then turned and left without looking back, "If you figure it out one day, just follow it and come to us. As for the reason..."
Boggs paused: "I can trust you."
After that, he shook his windbreaker and disappeared from the door.
The cold wind howled, leaving Alex alone in a daze. On the table were half a piece of uneaten bread and two glasses of cold water.
Just leave like that?
Alex was a little in disbelief.
His co-worker, who was both his mentor and friend, disappeared inexplicably from his life, and in such a way.
He carefully looked around, made sure no one was around, and then put away the parchment.
Obviously, opening it here is not a good choice.
Sighing, Alex also stood up, tidied his dusty coat, and then walked to the counter to check out.
No matter what Boggs wants to do, he has no right or ability to interfere. Now, he is still just an ordinary worker like thousands of people in the East End.
It's evening now and he has to go to work the night shift.
"It's still two copper coins."
Phryne's smile was still full of vitality, her skirt fluttered in the wind, and she sat behind the counter like an angel descending from hell, bringing some comfort to Alex's boring and repetitive life.
"OK."
However, when Alex put his right hand into his pocket, the expression on his face froze instantly.
he……
It seems like I didn’t bring any money...
"Wait, wait, let me look for it again." Alex smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly groped around on his body. Normally, he should have brought copper coins with him when he went out... Could he have forgotten it?
However, after searching all over, he couldn't even find a copper coin to pay for this simple dinner.
Even if he's not full yet.
Phryne waited for a while, obviously seeing the other party's embarrassment, so she quickly waved her hand and said: "Mr. Alex, actually you don't need to..."
"Hey, this is not a good habit to use credit..."
As a free and lazy voice sounded, a bright silver coin fell on the counter, making a crisp sound.
A gust of cold wind blew by, making Alex and Phryne wake up a lot.
"I paid his bill for him."
Black clothes?
Phryne's eyes were fixed on the man in black who entered the door, and she couldn't help but feel shocked.
Secret guard?!
Why did the secret guard appear in the East District? Could it be...
"Master Secret Guard!" Phryne bowed quickly and exclaimed, "God, please forgive me for my poor hospitality!"
Alex froze on the spot and didn't speak for a while. It wasn't until he realized the symbol of the black clothes and the sword that he hurriedly bowed to the man in black together with Phryne.
"It's mysterious, no need to be polite," the man in black pushed the silver coin to Phryne, "Is this silver coin enough for his meal?"
"Enough, enough..." Phryne said with wandering eyes, "But Lord Secret Guard, you don't need to..."
"This silver coin not only pays for his dinner, but also... I hope that he and I will be the only ones left here in the next ten minutes, okay?"
"This..." Phryne glanced at Alex who was confused and confused, "I'm afraid..."
The man in black's voice was as cold as water: "When the secret guard asks, just answer! Can you or can't you?"
"Miss Phryne, I'll be fine!" Although he didn't understand what happened, Alex knew one thing very well: reasoning with the secret guard would never end well.
If he wanted to attack him, even if Phryne was here, it would just be an extra corpse.
Could it be...that parchment?
Alex's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the secret guard's face hidden under the hood and forced a smile: "By God, I... have a clear conscience."
Phryne looked at Alex awkwardly, and finally nodded solemnly, bowed to the man in black, and then turned around and left the bakery.
At this moment, only Alex and the man in black were left in the huge bakery.
The door was closed tightly, the cold wind had subsided, the two people in front of the counter made no sound, and the sound of a pindrop could be heard throughout the hall.
When the secret guard asks, just answer.
Faced with this papal rule, Alex had to think twice about whatever he wanted to say.
If you happen to meet those notorious weirdos among the secret guards... then wish yourself good luck.
But in this way, it seems that there are almost no secret guards in the East District. This is also one of the Pope's potential regulations... But of course, as long as there are secret guards, no matter who they are, they must abide by the regulations set by God. Anyone who violates them will be punished.
Punish him.
After a while, the man in black poured himself a glass of cold water from the kettle with familiarity, and then asked: "What's your name?"
"Alex Wilson." He answered truthfully.
"So... what does the middle-aged man who went out just now have to do with you?"
"He's...a worker from the factory," Alex lowered his head, rubbing his palms constantly, and then added, "But I don't talk to him very much, so I don't know him very well. I happened to meet him when I went out to eat today."
"Oh?" The man in black raised his head slightly, "Then... what is his name?"
"Name, name?" Alex touched his chin and pretended to have forgotten, "Okay, it seems... Berks? Or Rutgers? I kind of... can't remember clearly..."
"Oh...don't remember?" The man in black touched his chin, "Boggs Hopkins, your father's friend and your guardian from the age of fifteen to eighteen...you said you don't know him.
