The baby's cry of "Wow~Wow~" interrupted the young couple's quarrel.
There was a flurry of sound, and then the young man Cassel's voice sounded again, but his attitude was much better.
"When my leg is healed, I will go to the Disabled Soldiers Relief Association. I should be wanted there."
"The Relief Association? They do recruit disabled soldiers there, but what you don't have is your right calf, and you can't even walk without crutches. How could the association want you?"
The woman's voice also became lower, accompanied by the sound of coaxing the child.
"It's better to wait for your pension to come down. Isn't it said that it will be paid out before August?"
"For those who can't, Mr. Gothe said that the kingdom does not plan to retaliate against the Fusac Empire, so the pension will come down very slowly. It would be good if it comes down this year."
"Then why did the parade stop suddenly? Didn't you stop after receiving the news?"
The woman's voice suddenly rose, awakening little Charlie again.
"I don't know, but Mr. Gothe is very sure. That's why he came to give us money today because he was afraid that we wouldn't survive. I hope Mr. Gothe said it is false."
Castle's voice was very low. He hoped that Mr. Gothe's words were false so that they could live a better life, but Mr. Gothe had experienced this kind of thing.
"The rental contract will be renewed next week. How long do we have to sign it for?"
Although the rent is paid once a week, the lease term must be agreed with the landlord. Moving out early is equivalent to a breach of contract. If you are sued in court, you will have to pay a large sum of money.
And based on their current economic situation, if they sign a long-term contract, they will probably be kicked out because they can't pay the rent. If they sign a short-term contract, the landlord will probably not renew their contract.
"Two months, two months' pension should be..."
Cashel's confidence was obviously insufficient, and Rawls only took a general view.
"Does the family still have that much money?"
"Mr. God gave me 10 pounds, which should be able to support me."
"We owe a lot to Mr. Gothe."
"Mr. Gao De is not having a good time either. He just got out of the case and must have spent a lot of money on a lawyer. He also has the families of other comrades to support, and now he has been fired again."
"Expelled? How could it be? It's not his fault, it's obviously the fault of the congressman's son!"
Was Witte Gauthe fired? Rawls frowned, remembering the attitude and testimony of the manager of the Krag Club during the trial that day. Mr. Gauthe's expulsion was probably decided long ago.
He didn't continue to listen and turned around and walked towards the East District. He was not in a good mood now.
…
"Bitch, don't you have a lot of customers? Why do you only have this little money?"
"Oh~ah"
The woman lying on the ground groaned in pain. She had no strength to beg for help anymore.
The man with a bald head leaning against the wall coughed:
"Ahem, that's almost enough. She still has to make money for us."
"Yes, boss."
After kicking the woman on the ground again, the young man walked up to the bald man and handed him a few banknotes and coins in his hand.
The bald man didn't answer. He looked down on the small money and raised his chin:
"Take it."
The young man showed a flattering smile:
"Okay, thank you, boss."
The bald man walked up to the woman and squatted down, holding her chin. The woman moaned "ho~ho". The man frowned, stood up and slapped his mouth on the smiling young man's face.
"What did I say? Don't slap me in the face. Don't slap me in the face. If you get beaten up, go and pick up my guests!"
The young man, who was dazed by the slap, covered his cheeks, shrank his neck, and nodded repeatedly:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, boss, I forgot about it until the end."
The bald man kicked the young man in the leg and cursed:
"Forgot? Why didn't you forget to eat? Why didn't you forget to take the money?"
The bald head wanted to kick him again, but the kick was in vain. Then his neck seemed to be clamped by a pair of large pliers, and his whole body was suspended, with his limbs waving desperately in the air.
It was Rawls who was holding his neck. Rawls gave the bald man a hard swing and threw him against the wall. Then he fell off the wall and struggled to get up by the wall.
The young man who had just been kicked to the ground saw that his boss was unable to get up after being beaten by Rawls. He gritted his teeth and did not stand up straight. He lowered his head and bent over, and put his arms around Rawls' legs.
Rawls frowned and kicked the young man on the shoulder, sending him flying five or six meters away.
He pushed his hat down, put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, tightened his windbreaker, walked up to the young man, and stepped on his left knee.
"Ah" the young man shouted in pain and passed out.
Ignoring the woman who was still moaning on the ground, Rawls walked out of the alley.
Outside the alley, Rawls closed his eyes and felt quietly. He seemed to have summed up the first rule of playing the "barbarian": vent your anger and never tolerate it. Anger will make you stronger.
…
On a certain street in the North District.
"Hugh, don't you know I still want to write? Can't you deal with that Yodel by yourself?"
"You? Write? When was the last time you wrote? Last month or last month?"
The two female voices sounded a little eerie on the quiet street.
Xio helplessly looked at her friend Forsi Wall who was standing still. She finally found information about Yoder and said that he had appeared nearby today.
I stayed here until six o'clock, and didn't even go to see my employer who gave me 10 pounds a week. Although there was a high possibility that he still wouldn't come. But if he came and saw that he was not there and canceled the task, it would be a big loss.
Already.
Anyway, in the end, I managed to sneak into the villa No. 73 on this street under Yodel's men. I was worried that Yodel, who was afraid of death, had built a secret room in the villa. If I couldn't get in, I would be in a bigger loss.
So Xio pulled over his friend Forsi who was lying at home. Forsi was the "apprentice" of Sequence 9 and could pass through walls and doors at will. Today, the walls of Yodel's secret room were all made of steel plates.
Can't even escape.
"Okay, hurry up."
Forsi, who was wearing a beige long skirt with ruffles and a stand-up collar, simply squatted down, completely ignoring that the hem of the skirt had fallen to the ground.
"What's wrong? Didn't I promise to treat you to a feast in Intis?"
Xio walked up to Forsi, who was more than a head taller than the squatting Forsi.
Forsi pushed back her slightly curly brown hair and stretched out three fingers of her right hand:
"Three meals."
"Three meals? How can I have so much money?"
Xio's eyes widened. The cheapest meal in Intis costs 8 pounds, which is 16 pounds for two people. Three meals cost 50 pounds. His own family is only a little more than this, and the reward for this task is only
10 pounds.
"I don't care, you broke my heart. I am very serious about writing novels. I have been thinking about the plot for two months but you interrupted it."
Xio was helpless and angry. Didn't her friend know it yet? Ever since Forsi's "Stormy Heights" became popular, except for her signature, she hadn't written a single word.
"Two meals, or I'll go by myself."
Fortunately, I met a rich man recently, who gave me ten pounds a week. If I do some other small tasks, fifteen pounds a week is not easy.