In the port of Pulitzer Harbour, a few long white clouds reflected in the sky were reflected on the sea in the distance. A black and white ship docked next to the channel belonging to the passenger ship. A young man stepped out of his clothes. He looked ordinary, had freckles on his face, and was wearing
He was wearing a brown woolen jacket and was carrying a rattan suitcase. The clothes were a little shabby.
The young man followed the flow of people out of the service area and came to the public carriage shelter. He took out a piece of paper and read the reminder on it, then got on a public carriage and left.
When Hermione pushed Diego back, she found someone following her. It was a young man following Juris. Could it be that she had attracted him? Hermione had already thought of what to say if she refused politely, and asked
Asked why he followed me.
At this time, Kelly and Waken walked out of the cemetery and waved Hermione back. Hermione originally wanted to capture him and ask why, but after thinking about it, she decided not to, and the carriage she was riding in immediately merged into the traffic on the street.
Rick ran up from behind and found that the car was no longer in sight. Thinking of the scene of returning without completing the assigned task, his face was slightly panicked.
'By the way, her friend just came out of the cemetery. I should be able to ask the cemetery management.' Rick walked to the wooden cabin door next to the gate and knocked. A bald old man came out with only hair on the back of his head.
There are still some remnants, the face is pale, and the skin folds on the face have a few age spots. If you walk around the cemetery at night with a kerosene lamp, it will probably add a lot of urban legends.
"What's the matter with you?" the old man asked.
"I would like to ask where the people who just walked out of the cemetery are and do you have any information?" Rick and the old man guarding the tomb showed the appearance of the people just now.
"Who are you from them and why are you asking these questions?" The old man guarding the tomb waved his hand to signal Rick not to inquire into other people's privacy.
Rick was a little anxious when he saw that the old man wanted to leave. If he went back like this, Yuris and the others would not let him go. So he took out a few suler notes from his pocket and gave them to the old man.
The old man guarding the tomb looked at the banknotes in his hand, touched them, quickly stuffed them into his pocket, and opened his mouth with few teeth and spoke.
"Are you coming to attend the funeral too? It's a pity that it's too late. It's already over. They seem to be from some kind of ship information consulting company. I heard that there was an accident when they were docking with customers, and they died at a young age."
The old man guarding the tomb sighed, as if Rick really came to express his condolences, and spoke without leaving any trace. Because the distance was too close, Rick was almost vomited by the bad breath of the old man guarding the tomb, so he endured the discomfort and walked in
After asking a few questions to the old man guarding the tomb, he learned about the deceased's home and left quickly.
"There are so many shipping companies in Pulitzer. How can I possibly search them all? It's easy to find talented people." Rick mentally scolded the old man guarding the tomb for being unkind. Although a few soles were nothing to him, he didn't have any useful information.
That's a problem! Fortunately, just find a private detective and let him look for it.
The orange sunshine shone on the streets of Pulitzer Harbour, and Hermione and Diego returned to No. 36 Wood Street. After entering, Hermione asked the maid to help Diego back to his room to rest.
Normally, Mrs. Waupel would have a cleaner come to clean her house regularly. Although the house was large, there were not many people, and since some privacy was involved, it was better not to let outsiders come. After Diego was injured, she hired a cleaner.
A little girl came in to take care of me.
Hermione walked into the room at the end of the corridor on the right, which had been sorted out and used as a place for Eliza and Yvonne to study. Since it was the outermost room, there were windows on the doorway to the entrance and on the left side, so the lighting was very good.
Suitable for reading books and the like.
Mrs. Walpel took Grohl to her good friend's clothing store and has not returned yet. Otherwise, Grohl would definitely be playing the role of teacher in front of the small blackboard on the right at this moment. Hermione thought it would be fine for Grohl to play the role of apprentice.
OK.
"Eliza, Yvonne, did you miss me today? How many words do you know?"
Hermione walked over to the two sisters sitting at the small desk. Eliza took out a notebook with various names on the pages.
"I can already write the names of you, Sister Hermione, as well as Glor, Uncle Royce, Aunt Voppel, and Uncle Diego. Yvonne has just learned the letters of Rune and is writing
Carrying my own name and everyone else’s name.”
"Sister Hermione, can we go back and see mom? We haven't talked about mom for many days." Eliza asked Hermione, her eyes looking forward to it. Yvonne next to her also whispered, "I miss her a little too.
Mom, Sister Hermione."
"After such a long time, it's normal to miss me a little. This is a normal child. I also miss my family very much now." Hermione felt that it was okay to take her back for a visit, as long as she didn't do anything extra.
He's a big kid, but he doesn't have that much energy.
The improvement of living conditions has made Elisa Yvonne's cheeks a little more fleshy, and her dark blond hair is not as rough as when we first met. Especially Elisa, who is already 12 to 13 years old and is still so thin.
The girls there are already in the development stage at this age!
"Then I'll take you back to have a look tomorrow! Don't think too much." Hermione touched little Yvonne.
On a platform with bumpy ground, a freckled young man carrying a rattan suitcase stepped off a public carriage. The streetlight next to him had been turned on, and the warm yellow light shone on the platform that had not yet darkened.
Although the houses around here are neatly planned, they are all relatively short, old, and mostly two-story. To be precise, this is already a suburb, with villages and farmland outside.
The street between the houses was squeezed by debris, making the originally spacious space narrow. The freckled young man found a bar nearby according to the tips on the paper.
The sign hanging outside the bar is a bust of a beautiful girl wearing a pirate hat. On the hat is written "Aphasia Bar" in Rune language. The freckled young man made a comparison and walked towards the door.
The road outside the bar is paved with stones, the masonry of the exterior wall is dark, the glass is covered with a layer of dust, and the yellow light inside reflects the shadows of people walking around.
In the tavern, various smells accompanied the strong smell of alcohol. The most unbearable thing for the freckled young man was that there was also a smell of inferior perfume mixed in. If he hadn't completed the task and received a subsequent promotion, he would have definitely turned around and left.
.
The lights inside the bar are dim, and there are many people sitting on crowded small round tables. Scantily-clad girls are walking among them carrying drinks, and hands reaching out from nowhere are groping around. The semi-open second floor is smaller than the one below.
Slightly better.
A middle-aged man holding a musical instrument was singing folk songs by the stairs. A woman in a long skirt was dancing in front. People sitting around were knocking wine bottles and bowls in harmony with the rhythm. Several of them were obviously sailors.
people.
The freckled young man barely squeezed through the crowd and came to the counter. He took out a letter in his hand and said to the bartender at the counter: "Hello, look for Leslas Li and give him this letter and he will understand."
The bartender doubtfully took the letter and walked from the counter path to the back room, where a freckled young man was waiting. A curly-haired girl wearing a gray-waisted dress came over, put her arms around the young man's shoulders, and leaned against him, "Little gentleman, today
Haven't you found a place to stay? How about coming to your sister's house?" The girl with heavy makeup looked quite pretty, but the young man shook his head and dismissed her, as he was here to do business.
After a while, a tall middle-aged man with a thick beard and brown hair walked out of the back door. He had some wrinkles and scars on his face, his right eyebrow was separated by several scars, and he had gray-brown pupils.
Watch the young man in front of you.
"You are Jorah's crew, Sylvia."
"Yes, I am Sylvia. Captain Jorah must have mentioned the situation in his letter."
"You can come to the front desk for a few drinks when you have time, but don't cause trouble on my territory. I don't care about the rest."
After Leslas Li said a few things to pay attention to, he asked the bartender to take him to the room behind the bar to check in. The girl with heavy makeup who had not left yet smiled and hugged Leslas Li.
Li picked up a glass of wine from the counter with his right hand and drank it in one gulp. He put his left hand around the girl's waist and walked to the second floor together.
