In the early morning, the crisp shout of the newsboy had just sounded on the street, and Goethe already had an ironed newspaper in his hand.
The newspapers were ironed by Swart.
Not only did he iron one copy for Goethe, the sergeant ironed fifty copies and started distributing them in the police station - if the newsboy hadn't only had fifty newspapers, the sergeant would have ironed more.
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Obviously, the little accident last night did not dampen the sergeant's enthusiasm.
It was also quite enjoyable when paying.
He also brought breakfast to Goethe.
Two fried egg and ham sandwiches and a glass of apple juice.
According to Swart, this is standard in the Sheriff’s Dining Room and is a level higher than the Police Dining Room.
Next to the breakfast are Goethe's wallet and dagger.
There are a total of 100, 50, five 10-denomination gold tickets, 3 silver cords, and 17.30 copper corners in the wallet at this moment.
Counting the coins in his wallet, Goethe's mind suddenly came to the exchange standard for 'Tesin's Currency'.
1 gold gram is exchanged for 12 silver cords.
1 silver cord is exchanged for 20 copper horns.
Bronze angles are divided into copper angles, half copper angles and quarter copper angles.
He had previously purchased a pound of brown bread for about one and a quarter copper cents.
"It's not base 10... I'm a bit uncomfortable with it."
Goethe couldn't help but rub his temples.
But this did not prevent Goethe from taking out the gold tickets, silver cords and copper horns and observing them carefully.
Gold tickets are somewhat similar to the banknotes in my hometown.
The silver cord and copper horn are in the style of coins.
On the front is a portrait of a man wearing a crown, and on the back are ears of wheat and the number 1.
Among them, the half copper angle is also like a coin, but it is half smaller than the 1 copper angle.
A quarter copper angle is half smaller than a half copper angle.
"King George I."
Looking at the man's face on the coin, Goethe's memory popped into his mind.
This is the emperor who founded a great empire, and there are countless rumors about him, such as 'son of the dragon', 'the man blessed by fairies', 'the invincible knight' and so on.
However, the emperor's end was not good in the end. He was betrayed by his beloved woman and his most trusted subordinate, and his heart was pierced with a sword.
There are rumors that the emperor did not die, but returned to the Fairy Lake to heal his wounds, and then he would come back again.
Others say that the emperor was brought back to Dragon Island by a giant dragon.
There are many legends, and people still know them well after hundreds of years.
But for Goethe, he didn't care about these, he just cared about the coins in his hands.
"Ah, the smell of money!"
Goethe sighed like this, and even his tired spirit became a little better.
You know, yesterday's follow-up was all left to Swart's subordinates and Swart himself. After simply testifying, he rested in Swart's office.
Although he could go to the hotel, for safety reasons, Goethe chose the chair in Swart's office.
He didn't want someone to rub his neck in his sleep.
And this, of course, comes at a price.
The hard chair could not accommodate Goethe's body at all. He could only half-rely on it and put his legs on Swart's desk.
Such a posture is naturally not good for rest.
In fact, it's the same even if the bed is changed.
Even Goethe, who was mentally tough, could not be calm when he suddenly experienced time travel and fell into deep trouble and crisis.
When it was almost dawn, Goethe took a nap.
Then, I was woken up by the excited Swart.
If the other party hadn't brought breakfast and needed the other party's help for the rest of the day, Goethe would have definitely made the other party understand what it means to wake up angry.
After counting his belongings again, Goethe put away his wallet and picked up breakfast.
The ham in the ham and omelette sandwich is firm and completely pure meat, with no flour added at all. The omelette is crispy on the outside but still soft on the inside. It is paired with fresh and tasty lettuce and you can bite it off in one bite.
, let Goethe take another bite,
Then, I took a sip of apple juice.
The apple juice is freshly squeezed, sweet and sour, and fresh.
A sandwich for three bites.
When the two sandwiches were finished, Goethe drank the remaining apple juice in one gulp.
Then, Goethe picked up the change of clothes he brought from home last night, changed himself from inside to outside, picked up his cane and hat and walked outside the police station.
It was still an hour before eight o'clock, but Goethe, who had never been to Black Sail Security Company, set off early.
He raised his hand and stopped a public carriage.
Public carriages do not have stops, but are charged according to mileage. The fee is half a copper corner within 3 kilometers, and 1 copper corner for more than 3 kilometers. Every time it exceeds 3 kilometers, an additional half copper corner is added. It is only in urban areas and does not go to the suburbs.
No. 22 Sausage Street, where Black Sail Security Company is located, is about 5 kilometers away from the police station.
Goethe was the only one on the public carriage in the morning.
Poor people cannot afford to ride in a carriage.
The rich have private carriages.
Most of the people who ride public carriages are middle-class people who cannot afford private carriages, but want to distinguish themselves from the poor.
Most of these middle-class people have good, decent jobs and don't need to get up early at all.
This allowed Goethe to enjoy the spaciousness of the carriage while also being able to clearly see the outside scene through the windows.
When you first get on the bus, not only are the streets neat and tidy, with numerous shops and fountains spraying rainbows in the sun, but also the patrol policemen who line up in twos and twos to make the whole street orderly.
But soon, the ground became no longer smooth.
On both sides of the mixed stone road and gravel road, people wearing linen shirts, overalls, and worn-out felt hats crowded towards the factory. Among them were adult men and half-grown children.
Most of these adult men have dull eyes and tired faces.
The half-grown child is even more skinny and lonely.
But even so, none of them stopped.
They need work.
You can only make money by working.
Only by making money can you survive.
Men are like this.
Women are like that too.
Among the crowd, many women carried huge wooden basins on their heads and walked towards the river in the suburbs.
The clothes in the basin don't look dirty, and many of them even have lace and exquisite workmanship.
Every woman held the wooden basin high, fearing that the mud under their feet would contaminate these clothes, but their own shoes and skirts were already dirty.
The crowds were mixed with stalls along the road.
There are both vegetable and fruit stalls, as well as cooked food stalls.
Without their own shops, these people are itinerant traders.
They shouted hard.
"Fries! Fish!"
"Waffles! Sausages!"
The aroma of the food mixed with the stench of the surrounding people, forming a smell called "human world".
Leaning in the carriage, Goethe smelled this smell and watched everything in silence.
He is both outside and yet integrated into it.
Just like the people around us, everyone is trying their best to survive.
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No exception.
Whether in my hometown or here...
All the same.
Goethe withdrew his gaze, leaned against the carriage, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled self-deprecatingly.
The wheels are rolling and the driver is shouting.
When the carriage stopped again, it had already arrived at No. 22 Sausage Street.
Through the car window, Goethe had already seen the signboard of 'Black Sail Security Company' hanging on a two-story building.
Goethe took out a copper corner and paid the fare. After jumping out of the car, he looked at it carefully.
‘Black Sail Security Company’ is on the second floor.
On the first floor there is a signboard saying 'Old Henry's Deli'.
The shopkeeper was an elderly man, who was carefully wiping the signboard and display windows. When he saw Goethe approaching, the old man greeted him with a smile.
"Good day."
"Good day."
Polite but not overly enthusiastic greetings.
After both parties nodded, Goethe walked up the stairs on one side.
Halfway through, Goethe discovered that the door of Black Sail Security Company was open.
Standing in front of the open door, Goethe did not go in immediately, but gently knocked on the door twice while looking inside.
The room in front of me is about 10 square meters. There is a table at the door with a registration book on it. Walking along the table, there is a square coffee table with a long sofa on one side of the coffee table.
Apart from that, there are the door further inside and the door opposite the sofa.
It was closed at the moment and Goethe could not see more.
Simple to the extreme.
This was Goethe’s first impression of ‘Black Sails Security Company’.
While Goethe was looking around, the door opposite the sofa opened, and a young man slightly older than Goethe walked out.
Wearing a white shirt, a black vest, black pants and cleanly polished leather shoes, the young man held a cup of coffee in his hand and exposed the corner of the room behind him. Goethe could clearly see that there were many kitchen utensils and ingredients inside.
"Is it like a kitchen pantry?"
Goethe thought, and then smiled at the young man.
"Hello, I am..."
"Goethe."
"I know you."
"Mr. Morey, told me everything."
The other party directly interrupted Goethe's self-introduction, and then, in a cold voice, he emphasized that he knew everything, and that the young man had no intention of introducing himself. He walked behind the registration desk and took out an envelope.
"Everything about it is in there."
"Are you literate?"
The other party asked after handing the envelope to Goethe.
When Goethe nodded, the other party continued.
"That's good."
"See for yourself."
After saying that, the other party closed the door.
Goethe touched his nose that was almost hit, with amusement in his eyes.
There is no hostility.
But he also made no secret of his disgust.
It seems that his arrival is not welcome.
"The official supernatural forces... seem to be more troublesome than I thought!"
Goethe thought in his heart, and stood at the door and opened the envelope.
Then, I was stunned.
Because there are no letters in it.
Instead, it was a brochure with a picture of a hot girl, and the words "Garden Club" surrounded by a circle of roses were extremely conspicuous.
In addition, it is a golden ticket with a face value of 5.
When these two things were put together, a bold guess suddenly popped out of Goethe's mind.
