Chapter 41 The story continues (make up on May 3)Title of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2251 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-15 23:20:35
When he heard the voice, Greylint realized at the first moment that his previous feeling was correct, and someone was really following him.
His right hand subconsciously reached into his coat, and only after he touched the revolver hidden under his armpit did Grellint feel a little relieved.
Then he realized that the voice was familiar, and instantly realized that it was the mysterious Mr. East End, who Greylint had visited before.
"As a Beyonder who is not short of money, what is the point of you catching criminals in the East District?"
The man appeared at the door and continued. He found that Grallant was just like him. Every time he caught a criminal, he would tie him up and leave him at the door of the police station. He never went to claim the reward offered by the police station for these criminals.
Of course, it's not that Greylint doesn't want the money. In fact, he owes a large sum of money, but going to the police station to collect the reward will definitely expose his true identity in the police station.
A noble who becomes a Beyonder is bound to attract the attention of official Beyonders. He is not clear about the attitude of the Night Watchmen of the Church of the Evernight Goddess towards the secret organization, the Society of Knowledge.
"Mr. Mysterious Man, I don't know either. Maybe it was you, or maybe it was that reporter who influenced me and made me feel that I could do something that I am capable of doing."
From the man's expression, Grellint noticed that his words seemed to bring back a trace of memory, but this expression quickly disappeared.
"Emile, Emile Morales."
The man's voice came, and then he turned and left.
Grellant did not dwell on this matter any more. According to the previous plan, he sent the tied-up criminal Leah to the nearby police station, and then came to the house of the thieves' organization in the Cherwood district.
Through ritual magic, Grellant learned from the little boy named Jack that Oliver was captured by the police, at the police station on Camden Street.
Greylint did not go directly to the police station to investigate. After all, according to his understanding, there seemed to be some kind of cooperative relationship between the police station and the official Beyonder organization, but he was not clear about the specific content of the cooperation.
But he also had a stupid method. He currently had a rough idea of the time. If it was really like in the novel "Oliver Twist", he only needed to stare at the street in front of the police station and he would naturally see Oliver being taken away.
Grellint came to the police station on Camden Street and used ritual magic. Looking through the bronze mirror, he saw Oliver coming out with a well-dressed, slightly fat old gentleman, and then they got into a carriage.
Following this clue, Greylint came to a house. Unlike the previous tracking, this time the route did not meander on the street. After leaving the police station, he went directly along the main street to the house.
Grellint glanced at the nameplate on the door: 103 Begur Street.
Since this is a normal residence, at least from the current behavior, the old man is behaving normally. Grallint will naturally not use ritual magic to spy on other people's lives, after all, he doesn't like being spied on.
The next day, Glint collected intelligence about Begur Street in Cherwood District and learned that No. 103 Begur Street was the residence of a gentleman named Brown.
This gentleman made his fortune through adventures at sea in his early years, and later bought this house in Cherwood. He used the money he earned from sailing to invest, and he had a good vision. Now, he earns about 400 pounds a year from dividends, which translates to nearly 8 pounds a week.
In addition, he owns his own house and can live a middle-class life. He currently employs a housekeeper to manage daily expenses and a chef.
This seemed like a movie. Grellint didn't have a very clear memory of this kind of movie that he had seen a long time ago. He knew the general plot, but not the specific details.
If I remember correctly, after a while, Oliver was recaptured, and only then could he alert Mr. Brown when something was stolen.
Grellint chose to continue observing, after all, he had not seen the robber who appeared in the movie.
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September 1st, Saturday, the beginning of a new month, and four or five days had passed since Glint last investigated Mr. Brown.
During this period, apart from attending parties hosted by others, Grellint spent almost all of his time collecting various information.
Regarding Audrey's secret investigation of someone, Grellint hadn't heard any news recently. He didn't know whether she had found the person or had given up, or whether the channels that Miss Fors and Miss Xiu were looking for recently were beyond Grellint's reach.
There was nothing Grallint could do about this. He couldn't find Fors and the others and ask them how their investigation was going and if they needed help. He suspected that if Audrey knew, she would stay away from him.
After all, he and Audrey are friends, so he will naturally consider her feelings.
Oliver should have stayed at the Brown family all this time. Although Greylent had not used ritual magic on Mr. Brown's yard, he kept an eye on the base of the thieves' organization to make sure that Oliver had not been caught.
As for the werewolf Emile, he seemed to have reduced his vigilance towards Grellint since he knew his name. He had recently met him while arresting a fugitive in the East District and had even said hello to Grellint.
Now, Grellint was walking on the streets of the East District. Compared to the gatherings of nobles wearing masks, he preferred Cherwood District and the East District, where people did not have such thick disguises. So he would come here basically on weekends.
It's not even 9 o'clock yet, which is considered very early. According to Greylint, this period of time is the time when workers in the East District go to work and get off work, so the streets seem quite lively.
It is somewhat different from the Cherwood area, as there are a large number of small vendors here. Unlike the shops that use conspicuous signs to attract customers, the small vendors here do not have conspicuous signs or slogans.
But every stall was crowded with people, which reminded Grallint of his school days in his previous life. When he had evening self-study, he would eat his afternoon meal at a stall outside the school, and it was also like this, with every stall outside the school crowded with people.
Seeing this scene, Grellint also felt hungry. He did not eat breakfast when he went out, and left the breakfast for his messenger, which was also one of the rewards for the messenger to play his role.
So he also found a stall and ordered the same thing as most people, a piece of bread with oil and a cup of hot tea. The bread was 1 penny and the hot tea was half a penny, a total of 1 and a half penny.
The so-called drippings are the fat dripping from the grilled meat, which is a substitute for the cheese that most people eat. As for the taste, Grallant doesn't like it, and can even say that it tastes bad.
For an ordinary worker in the East District, their weekly salary is only about 10 soli, which is 120 pence. Such a breakfast is almost their limit. Although the price is quite cheap, if calculated according to the Sequence 9 Reader potion that Grallint drank, the price of a cup of potion can allow two people to eat such a breakfast for a lifetime.
Like most people, after getting the bread and hot tea, Grellint found a place next to the stall and ate it while standing. Although it tasted bad, he chose not to waste it.
At this time, a girl next to him approached Greylint and asked cautiously,
"Are you a detective, sir?"Chapter 42 A CommissionTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2363 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-15 23:23:40
"certainly"
Grellint looked at the girl next to him. Like most of the girls around him, her clothes were made of rough fabric and had some wear marks. She had been worn for a long time.
But unlike most of the numb people around him, he could see a yearning for the future from the girl's expression. Facing such an innocent girl, Grallint would naturally not refuse.
Hearing the affirmative reply, the girl was obviously even happier.
"Mr. Detective, I have a commission. I would like you to help investigate the work of makeup artists, that is, their daily work content."
"I can offer 1 soli."
Facing a girl dressed like this, Grellint couldn't figure out why she would spend 1 soli to investigate the daily work of a makeup artist.
"Of course. Can I ask you privately about the reasons for your investigation? In return, I will reduce my fees."
Of course, Grellint didn't care about 1 soli, as he probably had several pounds of bounty that he hadn't collected during this period. But he was interested in the fact that a girl like this went to a detective to investigate the makeup artist's daily work.
She could go and have a look for herself. For her, 1 soli should not be a small sum of money.
"Mr. Detective, of course. The reason I want you to investigate is because I want to know what the job of a makeup artist is actually like. I came to Backlund to work just to earn money and learn makeup."
At this point, she paused.
"When I was working before, I met a young man who had just started working. He told me that hobbies and jobs are not the same, and hoped that I could understand the work of a makeup artist to see if I really like it."
"I think what he said makes sense, but I have to go to work every day now, and it's very late after get off work, so I would like to ask Mr. Detective to help me investigate this matter."
Going to work every day, yes, just like the information he had collected about the East District before, most factories operate 24 hours a day.
For most people in the East District, this is their daily life. Grallint suddenly felt that she was a little naive before. She had collected such information before, but when she really encountered it, she would still think about it in her own way, wondering why she couldn't understand it herself.
Looking at the innocent girl in front of him, Grellint felt his arrogance. It was then that he realized that he actually had a sense of superiority over these people.
In fact, he also came from the countryside in his previous life. His parents worked in other places, and he lived with his grandfather when he was a child.
All these years of education were in vain. After complaining to himself in his heart, Grallint said to the girl,
"Thank you very much for answering my question. In return, the fee is only 3 pence."
"Also, Miss, can you tell me your name? How should I contact you after I finish my investigation?"
After hearing what Greylint said, the girl's cheeks turned red, and she was obviously embarrassed.
"Detective, my name is Wendy Moore, just call me Wendy. After you have collected the items, please wait for me at 331 Detland Street. I get off work around 9pm, and it will take another hour to get here. Please wait for me here at 10pm."
"That girl," Miss Wendy said quickly, and it was obvious that she seemed a little anxious.
"Okay, Miss Wendy, I'll give you the survey in about three days."
After hearing Grellant's reply, the girl expressed her gratitude, said goodbye to Grellant, and ran along the street towards the factory in the distance.
Graylint's eyesight was far superior to that of an average person, and he could clearly see the name of the factory: Bent Company.
It was a small commission, but it was agreed after all, so Greylint would naturally complete it with all his heart.
After thinking about it, he did not choose to collect such daily life through his circle, such as the daily life of the makeup artist Audrey met... Well, it seemed that she directly hired a dedicated person to be in charge. This kind of makeup artist job must be a job that most people desire.
But it seems that this is not something that the girl can get in touch with. These nobles are looking for people with this heritage, at least they have a certain reputation in the industry, otherwise they will be looked down upon by other nobles. For Miss Wendy, her identity was directly rejected.
Grallint decided to investigate in the Cherwood District by himself. He was very confident that he could simply observe the daily work of a store. The reason why he did not choose the East District was that after all, there was no need for a makeup artist in the East District.
Swamp Street, Cherwood.
He did not choose the busiest business streets in the Cherwood District, such as Daxton Street, where the Backlund Post's headquarters was located. The makeup artists on these busy streets were basically not novices, and they all had certain specialties to survive on such busy streets.
So he chose the relatively remote Swanpool Street. When Glint first came to Cherwood, he had watched a dance performance here and had some impression of this street. This time, without a specific goal, he naturally chose this place.
This relatively remote street naturally has lower technical requirements for makeup artists and is more suitable for the work and life of the little girl after she has just finished her studies.
201 Swanpool Street, Cassandra Styling Studio. This is the only shop on Swanpool Street that has a makeup artist, but in fact, this shop is not only responsible for making up customers, it also operates haircuts, photography and clothing rentals.
This kind of shop is very common in Cherwood, especially in this less prosperous commercial street, where almost every shop will not specialize in just one category. For example, a clothing store may also do machinery repairs, and a restaurant may also sell small commodities.
In this kind of place, a makeup artist needs to be able to do more than just makeup. From what Grallint observed, he saw a middle-aged woman in the store, so according to the signs in the store, he most likely needs to be able to cut hair, do makeup, take photos, and give customers some advice on clothing.
There seemed to be no customers in the Cassandra Modeling Studio this morning. Grallint watched the middle-aged woman in the shop cleaning up. She took a basin of water and a piece of cloth to wipe everything in the room. Of course, the chairs were wiped several times to ensure that they would not be completely wet when customers came.
At noon, Grellant found a small restaurant nearby to eat. There were few people in the restaurant. At this moment, besides him, Grellant only saw a young man eating here.
Lunch was simple, a sandwich and a cup of hot tea, a total of 4 pence. This is not expensive in Cherwood, but if you cook it yourself, you should be able to save a little.
As for the young man, he was the same as Graylin had described.
In the afternoon, he continued to observe the styling studio. In the afternoon, Grallant saw a child getting a haircut, and no one was getting makeup done.
When Greylint was bored in the afternoon, he looked around and found that the young man seemed to be observing the modeling studio as well.
Not sure what his plan was, but Greylint paid more attention to this young man.
At 7 o'clock, perhaps because there was no one there, the store chose to close. Greylint watched the young man leave quietly.
Grallint followed quietly, watching him slowly walk into the East End and into the townhouse on Leicester Street.
He lives in the East End, but travels to Cherwood to observe the daily life of a modeling studio.
Grellint couldn't understand why there was such a boring person. What was this person planning?
Wait, Greylint suddenly remembered what Miss Wendy said when she received this commission today. When she was chatting with a young man, the young man told her that he wanted to understand this job.
Could this be the young man who was chatting with Miss Wendy, and who happened to be investigating the same shop with a makeup artist as Grallint?Chapter 43 CommunicationTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2127 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-16 01:18:35
The idea suddenly occurred to him that the young man he was meeting now might be the one communicating with Miss Wendy. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed to Greylint.
But he currently has no intention of verifying this idea. It seems that whether it is true or not is meaningless to him.
Looking at the time, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening. It took more than an hour for the man to get home from the studio after it closed. He did not take any public transportation, even the cheapest tram, but chose to walk home.
Sunday, Swanp Street, Cherwood.
Grellint was having breakfast in a small restaurant on the side of the road. The breakfast here was also very simple, a piece of bread with cheese and a cup of hot coffee, which only cost 2 and a half pennies.
Compared to the breakfast in the East District, it looks and tastes much better, and it also provides a dining seat. Of course, the price is also 1 penny more expensive.
After breakfast, Grellant continued to go to Cassandra's styling studio. Compared to yesterday, Grellant arrived much earlier.
At this time, the woman in the store seemed to be just about to open for business. Just like yesterday, she filled a basin with water, took a piece of cloth, and wiped the items in the house...
While paying attention to the situation in the studio, Grellant looked around the street. Sure enough, on a street bench not far from the modeling studio, Grellant saw the young man from yesterday.
Today, it seems that because it is the weekend, the store's business is good. In just one morning, Grellint saw six or seven customers in the store. Unfortunately, none of these customers came to get their makeup done.
At noon, in the same small restaurant as yesterday, there were a lot more people today than yesterday. When Grellant went there, there were already two tables of guests in the small restaurant. But everyone ordered very simple dishes, just sandwiches and a cup of hot drink.
Grellant changed his sandwich and ordered a different cup of tea from yesterday. He took his lunch and found an empty table.
After eating for a while, the young man came in, and after a while, he sat at Greylint's table with his lunch.
Naturally, Grellant noticed him. The young man did not start eating. After putting down his plate, he seemed a little hesitant. From the slightly confused look on his face, Grellant roughly guessed that he seemed to want to say something to Grellant.
As for why he didn't speak, looking at the tangled young man in front of him, Grellint had a guess, a guess based on his own. That is, the young man was actually a bit introverted and would not communicate with strangers, especially in public.
"Well, sorry to bother you while you're having dinner, sir. May I ask if you're also observing Cassandra's styling studio? Did you receive a request to observe a makeup artist? Was it a girl who found you?"
Finally, Grellint waited for the man to speak. He seemed a little nervous. Without waiting for Grellint to answer, he asked all his questions. It was indeed a bit like him.
"Sir, I believe I don't need to confirm the answer to the first question. As for the second question, my answer is, correct. As for the third question, I'm sorry, as a detective, I can't reveal any information about the employer, so I won't answer it."
Although the young man did not get all the answers he wanted, he did not seem disappointed. Instead, he seemed to be certain of something.
It seemed to be the young man who was communicating with the girl. Greylint looked at him carefully.
His clothes were ordinary and casual, not too formal for going out on the weekends. He wore a brown coat, but it didn't seem to have been carefully arranged, with some wrinkles and dents.
Brown hair, slightly long, a little sticky, probably because it hadn't been washed for a day or two. She didn't comb her hair before going out.
He is a little overweight and has an introverted personality, so he probably doesn't go out much.
But his eyes, like that of the girl, were full of light in Greylint's eyes, an expression full of hope for the future.
The young man seemed to think for a moment, and then continued to ask Greylint,
"Mr. Detective, can I ask about your fee schedule? For example, I want to investigate the daily work of a profession."
Grellint looked at the young man carefully.
"Sir, the price depends on the object of investigation and the identity of the employer. If you need it, I promise to give you a reasonable price."
As a part-time detective, Grallant naturally had no clear charging standards. When the girl asked him to investigate the makeup artist's daily life, Grallant only charged 3 pence. If Audrey asked him for the same thing, it would be 3 pounds, or even higher.
The young man didn't get the answer he wanted and seemed a little disappointed, but he didn't give up.
"So, Mr. Detective, if I want you to investigate the daily life of a makeup artist, how much would you offer?"
"One penny, because I have already investigated, and I just need to tell you the result. And the fact that you eat in such a place proves that your income is not high."
"What about the daily routines of occupations that have not been investigated, such as the clothing store on this street? I want to investigate that."
"One soli, that's a reasonable price."
The young man seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted and stopped talking.
In the afternoon, Cassandra's styling studio finally welcomed its first makeup customer, a young woman who was dressed somewhat formally, as if she was going to a ball.
Grallint finally saw the real work of a makeup artist.
The first step is to clean the face with a towel. The middle-aged woman wiped the young woman's face carefully with the towel. It was this basin that looked familiar to Greylint.
The second step was the base makeup, and Grallint didn't recognize what she was using.
Besides, as a straight man, it was impossible for Greylint to understand all this. He just carefully wrote down every step, recorded it later, and gave it to the girl.
About half an hour later, everything was over and the young woman smiled, not sure whether she was satisfied with her makeup or looking forward to the upcoming party.
Grallint seemed to understand this profession a little bit, allowing customers to show their best side to the public. Of course, this was just his personal understanding and would not be recorded in the investigation report given to the girl.
Whether it is good or bad should be decided by the girl herself.
Of course, there was more than one customer who came for makeup in the afternoon, and Grellint silently recorded the entire process.
On Monday, in the Cherwood District, Swanp Street, outside Cassandra's styling studio, Glellant was on guard here for another day. This day, the young man was not seen. I don't know if it was because it was a weekday, but there was no customer today.
Cassandra's Modeling Studio closed early, but Greylint did not go back as usual.
Before going out today, he received a piece of news that a criminal who had disappeared for a long time was seen somewhere in the East District yesterday.Chapter 44: Past EventsTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2126 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-16 23:19:24
East End, Mikael Street.
It was here that Grellint received the clue: Guri Motta, a financial fraudster. However, he did not commit fraud in the West District where wealthy businessmen gathered, but in poor areas such as the East District and Backlund Bridge District, forcing many people to embark on a path of no return.
Grellint followed the clues and tracked the masked man who was suspected to be a fraudster in the news.
He was spotted on Mikael Street by a man who had been defrauded by Guri Motta, but because he was masked at the time, the man didn't think much of it.
It was only when he got off work and mentioned that he met a familiar masked man on his way to work that he realized what was going on.
Soon after, Glellint tracked down a house located at the junction of East District and Cherwood District, which was under the jurisdiction of East District.
At this time, a familiar person came out, or rather a familiar creature. The mysterious man from the East District, the Beyonder of the Prisoner Sequence, the werewolf Mr. Emile Morales.
At this moment, he was walking out of the house carrying Greylint's target, and unlike his first encounter with Greylint, this time, he did not put down the criminal on his shoulders.
After greeting Grellant, he walked around Grellant and headed towards the nearby Karem Street Police Station.
Although the prey was snatched away by someone else, Grellint didn't feel anything. Instead, he felt relieved.
His goal was just to send these people to the police station and let them receive the punishment they deserved. He didn't care how they were sent.
Watching the werewolf Mr. Emile leave, Greylint took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was almost 9 o'clock. It seemed that he should go and wait for Miss Wendy to complete the commission.
Although there was a high probability that Miss Wendy already knew what he was investigating, after all, today was Monday, and the young man should have met Miss Wendy.
More than half an hour later, at the door of 331 Dietland Street, Grallint took out the investigation report he had written earlier and read it carefully to make sure there was nothing missing. As Miss Wendy had said before, he was waiting here for Miss Wendy to return from get off work.
Before ten o'clock, Glint saw Miss Wendy appear under the street light in the distance. She seemed a little anxious and hesitant.
After a while, she walked to the side of Grellant and looked at the investigation report Grellant handed to her, but she did not read it. Instead, she took out 1 soli from the pocket of her inner clothes and handed it to Grellant.
"Mr. Detective, I just realized that your fees are actually very high. I'm sorry, but this is all the savings I can take out at the moment."
Grellant immediately understood the reason. It seemed that after talking to Grellant, the young man went to other private detectives to ask for prices. He also told the girl what he saw.
In this case, Grellant took the one-sol note, then took out 11 pence from his pocket and handed it to the girl. He had quite a few pennies on him after spending a lot of time in the East End and Cherwood in the past few days.
"Miss Wendy, I think I have guessed something, so I can't accept a price like 1 soli. According to my standards, since you probably already know what I am investigating, I will only charge you 1 penny."
This was the currency system of the Kingdom of Loen. It used the same decimal system as in his previous life, but unlike in his previous life, one dollar was equal to ten dimes. In this world, one gold pound was equal to 20 soles, and one sole was equal to 12 pence. It was an extremely strange conversion relationship.
When Grellint first learned about this, he did some research and the final conclusion seemed to be related to the history of the kingdom, religious culture or something.
Grellant saw that Miss Wendy's expression was very tangled, and her eyes accidentally looked at the 11 pennies in Grellant's hand several times.
"Miss Wendy, since you know us, you should also know that we are extremely trustworthy, so according to my standards, I will only charge you 1 penny."
Hearing Grallant's reiteration, Miss Wendy did not insist any more. She took the 11 pence from Grallant and carefully put it into the pocket of her inner clothes.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Detective. May the goddess bless you."
"Thank you for your blessing, Miss Wendy. May the goddess bless you."
"Um, Detective, may I know your name?"
"James Holmes."
In the next few days, apart from attending some noble gatherings, Greylint spent the rest of his time wandering around the East District or Cherwood District. During the process of chasing the fugitive, he interacted more and more with the werewolf, Mr. Eimiller.
Saturday, at Mr. Eimler's, Prince-street, Cherwood.
This time, it was Mr. Emile who took the initiative to invite Grellint. Faced with this gentleman, Grellint naturally would not refuse.
In the living room, Mr. Eimiller took out a lot of beer. After asking Grellant, he got up and made a cup of black tea for Grellant.
Neither of them spoke first. Looking at Mr. Eimler who was drinking beer after beer, Grellant knew that he was not looking for someone to drink with, but just wanted to use his drunken state to say something that he couldn't say normally.
The tea in Grellant's cup had gone cold, and there were some wine bottles piled up on the ground. Finally, Emil looked at Grellant and said,
"James, you asked me before, wondering why I was chasing criminals in the East End."
"James, actually, I'm not as great as you think. I do this, do this"
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"I'm just seeking revenge. I'm not who you think I am."
"I just want revenge, an enemy from the East District, an enemy that will never know about it again."
"An enemy from more than ten years ago, an enemy I don't even know."
"James, you seem to be very interested in Beyonders, but you know, if I had a choice, I would definitely not investigate that weird thing at that time."
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"More than a decade ago, when I had just graduated, I heard a strange story from someone else. Late at night, someone saw a mysterious creature in the dock area. It looked very much like the werewolf described in the novel."
"As a fresh graduate, I have no idea about this mysterious thing..."
"When I saw it, he was already dead. In an alley, I saw a gem-like object beside him. Curious, I picked up the black object."
"When I came into contact with that thing, I felt severe pain all over my body. When I woke up again, I found that I seemed to have changed, just like it..."
"All kinds of crazy thoughts kept flashing through my mind."
"I tried hard to become myself again, and after repeated attempts, I succeeded."
"I went home and didn't tell my parents."
"I found that I couldn't control myself at all, so I chose to run away from home..."
"I don't know why my father found out and he chased me to the East District..."
"My body started to lose control and I fled to a remote place where no one was..."
"When I regained consciousness and retraced my steps, I realized it was too late. Everything was too late..."
"He fell on the road, his wounds still bleeding, and he was no longer breathing..."Chapter 45 ConfessionTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2226 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-18 00:57:04
"James, you know, if I hadn't gone to the docks, hadn't touched that thing, hadn't escaped, hadn't been discovered, I wouldn't have..."
"James, I just want revenge. What a ridiculous reason."
Listening to Emile's story, Grellint thought of the original owner. If Grellint had not traveled through time, his fate might not have been much better than Emile's when he received the feather pen.
He had actually been avoiding this question before. After all, this incident did not happen because of his time travel, and when he learned about it, the culprit who caused it had already died.
However, a mad nobleman will inevitably lose his noble title, and there is a high probability that he will be retaliated by his enemies. The original owner's father, old Viscount Glint, also offended some people in business competition...
The Extraordinaries are just a group of clowns fighting against madness...
Looking at Emile who had already started talking to himself, Grellint understood that the reason Emile invited him was simply because he wanted to find someone to talk to.
Among the people he knew, probably only Greylint could tell these stories. He had seen his other side and could communicate with him normally. He was also a Beyonder and could understand some of his behaviors.
He had too much sadness, and he just wanted to find someone to talk to, even if this person was not familiar to him at all...
Grellint recalled the first time he met Emilie, why Emilie's expression was like that when he mentioned the Beyonder, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes...
Once again, Grellint realized his arrogance, a sense of superiority that came from being a time traveler. He was like a player, approaching this world, just like playing a large single-player game. When he met an NPC that interested him, he would explore the story behind him.
After helping the sleeping Emile up and settling him down, Grellint walked out of his house.
It is Saturday now. On Prince Street in Cherwood, pedestrians are passing by houses, children are playing in the alley not far away, and trams are passing by on the street tracks...
This is a real world. The world does not revolve around him. Not all stories are centered on him. He is just an ordinary member of this world.
Standing at the door of Emilier's house, Grellint realized that it was because of that contact and the words he said that Emilier chose him to confide in...
He silently blended into the pedestrians on the street, walking forward with the crowd without a destination.
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Over the weekend, at the Backlund Royal Library, Grellint met Audrey. This was his first appointment with Audrey during this period of time.
Seeing Audrey coming, Grellant did not greet her as usual. As a spectator, Audrey could naturally notice Grellant's abnormality. She did not speak and sat down silently.
"Audrey, I feel fear, the fear that comes from extraordinary abilities."
Ever since he traveled through time and space to this world, he discovered that this world's attitude toward Extraordinary People was abnormal. It could be understood that ordinary people were not able to access information related to Extraordinary People for the sake of ruling stability, but as members of the power, these nobles treated Extraordinary People in the same way.
Many of the original owner's friends were familiar with mystical knowledge through private exchanges, and even the King of Loen did not seem to be a powerful Beyonder.
In less than half a month, he had already come into contact with two misfortunes caused by Beyonders. The first was his uncle, North Greylint, who became another person because of the Beyonder; the second was Emil Morales, a poor man whose family was broken up due to his investigation of the mysterious werewolf...
In addition to his fellow villager, in history, Russell seemed to have become abnormal in his later years, which led to the assassination attempt on him...
Like Eimler, he also wanted to find someone to talk to. Fortunately, he already had a companion on the extraordinary road.
He concealed his name and told Audrey the story he had heard from Mr. Eimiller.
"Audrey, if one day I change..."
He was afraid, afraid that he would become unlike himself, afraid that he would lose control of himself. He was no longer the same as when he first arrived, and he didn't want to hurt those familiar people.
He didn't want to hurt Mr. Alvin, the butler who always kept everything neat and tidy and did his job meticulously; he didn't want to hurt Mr. Bancroft, the assistant butler who always completed every task he asked him to do with all his heart... and his friends, his companions on his extraordinary road.
"Grelint"
Audrey looked at Grellant and didn't say much, but for him, that was enough.
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East District, Diagora Square.
After Grellant finished talking with Audrey, he came out of the Royal Library and saw that there were no pedestrians on the streets of Queens. There were carriages with various noble emblems parked on the side of the street. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to come here.
I found a place to sit in the square, not to observe anything, but just to find a place with many people...
Grellint spent the afternoon in this square, watching the people coming and going.
At this time, the young man who was communicating with Miss Wendy came to the square. He seemed to have discovered Greylint and walked towards him, which naturally attracted Greylint's attention.
From his somewhat gloomy expression, Greylint judged that he had something on his mind and wanted to find someone to talk to.
The young man sat down next to Greylint, looked at the central square, was silent for a long time, and then said,
"Mr. Detective, do you remember that girl?"
Grellant did not speak. It was his principle not to reveal any information, even if both parties had guessed it. But the young man did not wait for Grellant's reply, or he did not need an answer.
"Mr. Detective, you know, she is not that old. She just turned eighteen. At this time, I was still in school."
"I chatted with her at work and tried to persuade her to learn a skill while she was still young and not waste her time on the factory assembly line."
"I remember that she had her own goals at that time. She planned her future with great anticipation. She wanted to come to Backlund, earn some money, learn makeup skills, and open a small shop when she returned to her hometown."
"On Thursday, she felt a little unwell, probably caught a cold, and wanted to take a day off, but was forced to come to work in the afternoon."
"Her supervisor asked about her condition when he came in the afternoon. He was not concerned, but just wanted to make sure she could work normally."
"After getting the answer I wanted, I gave her a task directly, hoping that she would hurry up and catch up with the normal day's amount."
"That day, when I met her and talked about this, the girl showed a painful expression on her face for the first time, and said that sentence..."
"I never want to work in a factory again."
Grellint didn't know what to say. He was just an ordinary person who could only vent his emotions. If only it were Audrey, she would definitely know how to comfort this young man.
It seemed that the young man did not need his comfort. He just wanted to find someone to talk to about this matter, that's all.
Grellint watched the young man go away, and he decided to go and see how Miss Wendy was doing..Chapter 46 FactoryTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2348 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-21 00:51:31
Monday, East End.
Greylint did not use his extraordinary abilities to investigate the factory directly. He set a rule for himself not to use his extraordinary abilities to spy on ordinary people.
He doesn't like others doing this to him, and he naturally won't try to do this to others. This is one of his ways to maintain his own identity.
He decided to use the same method he used to investigate the daily life of makeup artists. First, he would observe around the factory, and second, he would try to contact people inside to learn more about Miss Wendy's work. Of course, there was a better way, which was to find Miss Wendy directly.
Grellint has not yet decided which method to use. The fastest way would definitely be to go directly to Miss Wendy to find out, but he feels that in fact, he and Miss Wendy are not familiar with each other. It's just that Miss Wendy has commissioned him to investigate something, which is a normal employer-employer relationship.
It's just that he accidentally met his colleague, heard Miss Wendy's story, and wanted to understand the current situation.
At this time, he was eating at a small stall near Bent's company. It was already past 9 o'clock, and the street was no longer as lively as before. There were almost no pedestrians on the street.
At this time, the small vendors also had some free time. Some of the vendors who had no customers chose to leave, while others directly took out the food and started preparing lunch.
At the stall where Greylint was, the stall owner was not busy with anything else because Greylint was eating there.
It seemed that because he had some free time, the stall owner was very interested in communicating with Greylint, the only customer.
"Sir, judging from your attire, you must be a private detective."
"I knew you were a detective as soon as I saw your outfit."
"Sir, I have worked here for decades. I am very familiar with this area. I can provide you with good information on anything you want to know."
Grellint looked at the shopkeeper, who was very young, and estimated to be no more than 35 years old...
He naturally showed a look of distrust, and then took the opportunity to ask the stall owner a random question about a nearby company.
"Bent Company, I'm very familiar with this factory. Many workers eat here every day, and I've learned a lot from them."
"Sir, this will take a long time to explain. I suggest you order a cup of hot tea first. I have some good black tea here."
"Sir, your tea."
"Bent Company, it now belongs to Basri Bent, who took it over from his father, Mr. Slavko Bent six years ago."
"Ten years ago, Bent Company was the company that everyone in this area wanted to work for the most. Unfortunately, now..."
"Basri is well educated and a good man... but he doesn't know the life of the poor..."
"He set a lot of rules. Now Bent Company..."
Grellant listened to the stall owner's introduction to Bent's company. After a while, several snacks were placed on the simple small table where he was sitting. To be precise, the breakfast was about one-fifth to one-sixth the size of a normal breakfast.
Of course, Grellant also had a general understanding of the company.
Bent Company was established more than 20 years ago and had received good reviews. When the stall owners mentioned the founder Slavko Bent, they would naturally add "Mr." at the end.
It is now managed by his son, Basri Bent. This gentleman grew up in a good environment and likes to judge many things based on his own life experience, which leads to many unreasonable regulations in the factory.
In addition, he seldom comes to the factory, so he handed it over to a friend of his to manage...
The work in the factory has changed a lot. Now, except for meal time, there is no other rest time...
Most of the workers don't stay long. According to statistics from the stall owners, new faces come here to eat almost every day, and old faces disappear...
Of course, such news did not satisfy Grellant, and he planned to continue collecting. After finishing the food on the small table, Grellant walked along the street towards the area with houses around.
After looking at his outfit, he first went to a nearby clothing store and bought a set of the most common clothes here for 2 soli and 1 penny. After changing into this set of clothes, he packed the detective clothes into a bag and carried it on his back.
When he came out of the clothing store, he was already a young man who had come from afar, had just changed into new clothes, had tidied up his image, and was ready to look for a job...
This is the closest residential area to several factories, but it seems that many people here do not work in the factories. Today is Monday, and there are still some people walking along both sides of the street, carrying some bread and some food that does not look fresh.
"Mrs. Marissa, have you heard? Two more child workers died in Rupert's company."
Rupert Company, Rupert Clothing Company, is a factory nearby. Child labor? This caught Grallint's attention. If he remembered correctly, this world also had relevant laws prohibiting the use of child labor.
I remember that the Factory Act prohibited the employment of children under the age of 9 as child laborers, and the working hours of child laborers aged 9-13 were limited to 8 hours a day.
How could a child die under such circumstances?
"Hey, Mrs. Cosette, please don't talk about this. Which factory around here is not like this? Those children are only a few years old, almost the same age as my children..."
Grellint listened silently to the conversations of the people on the street.
He knew that factories around here employed children under 9 years old, and that children between 9 and 13 years old worked more hours per day than the law required;
He knew that most people here were uneducated, even though there was an educational grant law approved by King George III to allocate 40,000 pounds every year;
He knew that few people who lived here lived long lives, and many died in their thirties or forties.
…
Grellint left here silently, found a corner, and prepared to perform ritual magic. He wanted to see the factory of this world with his own eyes.
He quietly entered the Rupert Clothing Company he had heard about before, and through the high windows, he had a full view of the entire factory.
The dye pools were not separated for ventilation. Even from the high window of Greylint, one could smell the extremely pungent odor. The workers did not take any protective measures and just left the cloth there. Several children shuttled through the pipes between the dye pools, adjusting the air valves.
The workers take out the dyed fabrics directly, wring them out briefly, and place them in a railing on the backs of children. The children then walk under the tables and machines to a special area for drying them.
In another area of the factory, female workers were performing repetitive operations under the operation of machines.
He could see that the skin on the hands of the dye workers had begun to rot, and there were streaks of blood under their noses and at the corners of their mouths;
He could see that the skin of the child carrying the cloth was red and somewhat black in the middle, beneath the torn clothes;
He could see that the women cutting cloth had gear injuries on their legs and hands;
…
Outside, at the street stalls, under the cover of clothes and gloves, there is another side that has never been seen.
…
He went to Bent's Company, where Miss Wendy worked, a company that produced small parts.
The high-temperature furnace is inside the factory without any isolation, and the hot air generated by the steam engine comes out from the joints of the pipes...
The red-hot parts were placed directly on the conveyor belt and passed to the workers not far away...
He saw Miss Wendy. She seemed to be at the final step. She stood in front of a machine, repeating the same movements without pausing for even a second...
Grellint didn't know what state he left in. When he regained consciousness, he found himself in Diagraga Square without realizing it.
At this time, some children were playing in the square...Chapter 47 A WalkTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2110 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-23 00:40:30
Children are playing in Diagora Square. Many children of the same age and in the same place are playing...
As Grellint watched the scene before him, he thought of Oliver, the little gentleman Jack, and the children in the thief's organization.
Playing and fighting with their friends, this is the life these children should have. Not in a factory, in a den of thieves...
He didn't want to stay here, not because of these playful children, this was the life they should have, just like when he was a child in his previous life.
He just wanted to relax and take a walk, so he turned and left the square, walking along a street outside the square.
Today is Monday. Although it is already afternoon, there are few pedestrians on the street. The houses on both sides of the residential street are very quiet. The terraced houses are exactly the same.
The streets were not clean, there was a lot of dirt, and it was unclear where it came from. There was an inexplicable smell on the streets, no one knew where it came from, or rather there were smells everywhere, mixed together to form this smell.
Continue walking along the street in the direction you have chosen...
About half an hour later, Greylint entered the factory area. There were a large number of factories in this area, but there were no pedestrians on the streets at this time. There was only the roar of steam engines coming from the factories.
There were many small vendors on both sides, some of them were not there, some were processing food and preparing dinner. There was a lot of garbage discarded next to the stalls, it looked like it had been there for some time...
Grellint did not sneak into the factory again. He knew that all factories were the same...
He did not change direction, and continued forward in this direction...
After passing through several residential areas and several factory sites, Grellint continued in this direction...
After passing a factory with only a small workshop, the view suddenly opened up, and a large expanse of golden color came into view. The touch under my feet also changed, from broken cement road to gravel-paved dirt road.
For some reason, Grellint suddenly felt much better and slowed down his pace...
At the end of August, Loon had already entered autumn. The late rice and corn in the fields had matured and were golden. Looking into the distance, it looked as if the earth was covered with gold. The occasional breeze blowing across the fields brought up a wave of golden color.
In late August in Backlund, the weather began to gradually turn cooler, with a hint of chill in the breeze, but Grellint inexplicably liked it at this time.
At the edge of the field, some unknown wild flowers were blooming. He didn't recognize them, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the scene.
Unlike the park that Greylint visited, the wild flowers beside the fields were not planted artificially, but they gave him a much better feeling than those in the park.
Red, yellow, white, orange, purple... randomly matched without any rules. Add some green brought by some weeds and a few small trees on the roadside.
Walk slowly, step by step forward...
After walking for a distance, not far away, Grellint saw a small river. At this time, an old man was fishing by the river.
Seeing this scene, for some reason, he stopped.
Grellint had never fished before. In fact, he didn't understand fishing. In his previous life, he had never understood the strange things people did on the Internet just to fish. He thought fishing was a waste of time.
But today, when he passed by here, he suddenly stopped and looked at the old man who was fishing quietly without disturbing him.
A small river, very small, with slow current, an old man, with a set of fishing gear, a few small trees and some wild flowers on both sides of the bank. The breeze blows occasionally, lifting the brim of the old man's hat, making it look like an oil painting.
I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour, maybe only a few minutes, the old man's fishing rod began to shake slightly, and the buoy on the river also shook violently up and down.
The old man stood up. He did not raise the fishing rod quickly as Greylint had seen in his previous life. Instead, he retracted the rod little by little and slowly pulled up the fish at a leisurely pace.
A fish about 30 centimeters long floated to the surface. It had silver scales that were relatively dense. There was a black spot near the tail, making it look a little fat and round.
The old man put the fish into a bucket beside him. Grellint saw that there seemed to be quite a few fish in the bucket, most of which looked like this.
The old man who had put the fish away did not continue to cast his rod. He turned around and looked at Greylint.
"Young man, you seem to be troubled. Would you like to talk to an old man like me?"
Grellant saw his appearance clearly now. He was wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and a pair of old-fashioned glasses.
The clothes are simple, and the style should be from more than ten years ago. Although it is a bit old, the clothes are still kept clean, but the color is a little pale.
He was wearing a pair of old gloves, the fingertips of which were worn out and calloused fingers could be seen inside.
He should be in his fifties or sixties, but to Grellint he looked very young.
He did not refuse, but walked forward, sat on the shore like the old man, and told him about the scenes he had seen today...
The old man listened quietly, without any expression of impatience, and waited until Grallint had finished speaking before he spoke:
"Do you think that the current era is better or worse than before?"
Grellant was silent. No matter from which aspect, the Industrial Revolution was an advancement of civilization. Based on Grellant's historical experience in his previous life, after the Industrial Revolution developed for a period of time, the living standards would be greatly improved.
But as mentioned when I studied history in my previous life, in the early stages of industrial development, workers were treated very poorly during this period and many people died in factories.
At that time, it was just a sentence in the history book, which summarized such a period of history.
But now, what Greylint witnessed with his own eyes was not history. It happened right next to Greylint, in the center of the Kingdom of Loen, in Backlund, known as the Land of Hope and the Capital of All Cities.
"Mr. Detective, you must have been born into a good family. For us, working in a factory is much better than before. At least at my age now, I can save a lot of money, which gives me plenty of time to do what I like."
The old man paused and looked at Grellint carefully.
"Mr. Noble, what follows is your effort to illuminate the darkness you see."
Grellint nodded solemnly. He didn't care why the old man could guess his identity. After all, it was probably only the young nobles who were completely unaware of these things.
For some reason, Grellint suddenly wanted to go fishing, so he borrowed some fishing gear from the old man. He picked up the fishing rod, put on the bait, swung the fishing rod, and threw the hook. After a perfect arc, it fell into the water...Chapter 48 CommunicationTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2324 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-25 00:25:09
After knowing clearly what he wanted to do, Grellint said goodbye to the old man. He did not choose to stay by the river for long.
He still had a lot of things to prepare, and this was not an easy task. He could not use his noble status to force the police to intervene.
Even if this keeps factory children away from the factories, what can they do in the future?
This is a long-term task and he cannot think about it alone. He also needs some companions, some companions who can give him advice and help.
After thinking it over carefully, Greylint suddenly realized that he had come into contact with such a group of people with whom he could discuss things.
Miss Audrey, who is also an aristocrat and has a delicate mind, Wright, a young reporter who has been paying attention to the East District, Mr. Eimiller, an extraordinary hero who says he is only seeking revenge but has been fighting criminals in the East District, and Miss Wendy who works in a factory and her young friend.
Grellint decided to contact them all and ask for their advice.
The first target was naturally Miss Audrey, whom he was most familiar with.
At night, Grellint returned home and used ritual magic to preserve the factory scene he saw today in a bronze mirror.
Then, he began to write to Audrey. Regarding this matter, he did not choose to communicate with Audrey in person. Facing such an innocent and kind girl, he felt that he could not bring himself to tell her the dark side of the world.
He couldn't do this without Audrey finding out. Since she would know it sooner or later, he might as well pull her into the plan. As Earl Hall's daughter and Backlund's most dazzling gem, her joining might help accomplish this goal faster.
It seems that he is using Audrey again... Throwing this thought out of his mind, Grallint decided to use the most traditional way, which was to write a letter to Audrey and write down everything he wanted to say.
Audrey Hall:
Please forgive me for communicating with you in this way. I really don't know how to start. I hope to use letters to express my thoughts and my belief in changing the current situation.
In the center of Loen, in Backlund, known as the land of hope, where we are, there is such a group of people.
…
I hope that through my perspective and my observations, you can discover another side of Backlund, a group of people who work hard every day and sacrifice their health and quality of life for a meager salary.
This is unacceptable to me, and I'm sure it is to you too.
Therefore, I think we should do our best to help these people and alleviate the pain they suffer in their lives.
I think we can try to change and make this world a better place.
Sincerely,
Robert Glint
After reading the letter, Greylint couldn't help but sigh. It has been almost five months since he came to this world, and he is becoming more and more familiar with the life here.
After confirming that what he wrote expressed what he wanted, he handed the bronze mirror and the written letter to the messenger.
Afterwards, Grellint found the butler Alvin, hoping that he could count Grellint's assets in Backlund.
The Glint family's fiefdom is in Newstrom, and most of the family's assets are also there, managed by Mr. Barton, the butler in the castle. Glint does not intend to use this part of the assets. After all, although the Glint family has a small population, it is not just Glint.
Not long after he gave his instructions to the housekeeper, before Grallant had time to prepare for the next task, his messenger had already returned. Audrey's reply was very short, with only one sentence:
I want to see it with my own eyes, Grallint.
Grellant understood that this matter was also a big shock to Audrey. He did not refuse. After thinking about it, he thought that he could even let Audrey go with him to contact other people.
As a viewer, she would surely notice details that Greylint would not notice, especially when it came to Miss Wendy.
He and Audrey agreed on a time to meet outside the Royal Library at 15:00 on Tuesday afternoon.
After planning to expose Audrey to these things, Grellint was not in a hurry to contact other people.
On Tuesday, August 28, Glint hired a carriage and stopped near the Royal Library.
He originally planned to use his own carriage, which was not a shameful thing to do, but before leaving, Grellant felt inexplicably guilty. He did not use his own carriage, and even changed into his detective costume before leaving.
At 15:00, the agreed time arrived, and Gretel met Audrey, who was wearing her usual high-necked, long-sleeved, gorgeous dress decorated with lace, embroidery, lace gloves, and precious jewelry around her neck.
Looking at Miss Audrey like this, Grallint felt a little reluctant and let Miss Audrey get in touch with the other side of the world.
Seeing her friend's outfit, Audrey was obviously a little surprised, but she quickly adjusted. After that exchange of letters, in private, neither of them would hide their expressions and remain true to themselves.
Of course, in front of an audience, Greylint couldn't hide even if he wanted to.
Afterwards, unlike the planned route, they went to Grallant's house first. Grallant took Audrey and sneaked into his mansion... There was a weird feeling.
Audrey changed into the same dress she had worn when she attended the Beyonder gathering with Fors and the others, a simple black robe with a hood.
Afterwards, they came to the East District and, through ritual magic, quietly stood under the window high up in the factory. Through the window, they witnessed the scene inside the factory...
Audrey was in a low mood, but perhaps because she had seen this scene before, she quickly adjusted her mood.
Later, on the street next to the factory, she asked Grallant,
"Grelint, how do you want to help these children?"
"I don't know. I don't have a complete idea at the moment. I need your advice, and the advice of others."
"Let's go together. I think my abilities can give you some reference."
…
In the sandwich shop near the headquarters of the Backlund Post, on Daxton Street in the Cherwood District, Grellant and Audrey met with reporter Wright. This was Grellant's first contact with him after they tracked down the werewolf Mr. Emile.
Using the same method, Grallant met Wright, but Wright already had some experience with Grallant's visit this time. Seeing that it was Grallant, he directly took Grallant and Audrey to the previous small shop.
"James, I'm glad you came to see me. I have a lot to say to you, but it's a pity that I couldn't find you."
But Wright didn't say anything specific. It was obvious that he noticed the people around Greylint.
"This is my companion."
"Susie"
Grellant glanced at Audrey. If he remembered correctly, Susie seemed to be the name of Audrey's favorite dog. But Grellant couldn't read Audrey's expression in front of outsiders.
"Well, Miss Susie is my best friend. She knows almost everything about me."
"Then she also knows about that East District monster, no, that person."
Audrey didn't react when she heard this, but Grellint had a bad feeling. He felt guilty for bragging in front of his friends and being exposed. But he still answered,
"Of course, there are no secrets between Miss Susie and me."
"In fact, after that night, I secretly investigated this hero from the East District and collected a lot of information about him..."Chapter 49 VisitTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2488 wordsUpdate time: 2024-11-14 23:59:48
Wright began by telling Glellint and Audrey about the news he had recently gathered and the conclusions he had drawn from it.
"James, I thought he was such a monster at first. Do you remember what he looked like then?"
This was the first time Audrey knew there was such a person. Although there was no change in her expression or movements, Greylint could clearly feel that when Wright paused, her eyes were looking at him.
"Of course, it looks just like the werewolf in the book, with hair all over its body and the fingers of its hands becoming long and sharp, just like wolf claws..."
…
In short, after collecting and analyzing the information for a period of time, he came to a bold conclusion, that is, this Mr. Monster in the East District is very likely a legendary extraordinary person, and his extraordinary ability is to transform into a monster like a werewolf in a storybook.
Greylint had no interest in Light's analysis. After all, he already knew the name and address of Mr. Monster whom Light mentioned, and he could visit him anytime if he wanted to.
However, after seeing Emile's monster form, Wright had been collecting information about him, which made Grellint a little embarrassed. After all, he had paid attention to Wright before and concluded that he was no longer paying attention to the mysterious man in the East District.
However, Audrey seemed to have shown great interest. Come to think of it, a non-dangerous Beyonder could transform into a werewolf in the book. If Greylint heard about it for the first time, he would be very interested.
Greylint did not communicate too much with Wright on this matter, but Wright had been collecting information in this way, which gave him an idea. He planned to ask Emile's opinion to see if he could meet the reporter who had been collecting information from him in an ordinary manner.
Grellint changed the subject and took the initiative to speak.
"Mr. Wright, actually, this sudden visit is because I want to ask for your opinion on something."
"Of course, I'll be happy to give you my advice."
"Do you know the real situation of the East District factory?"
Hearing this, Wright's expression suddenly dimmed.
"James, you should know that I have reported on the theft in the small factory in the East District before."
"Before that incident, before that incident, long, long before that incident, I already knew what the East Side factory really looked like."
"I knew it the first time I came into contact with the East End..."
"Mr. Wright, we are also aware of this situation and want to help these children. But James and I are not enough. We need your help."
Wright looked up and glanced at the two people sitting opposite him.
"Ms. Susie, I have tried many times, but I don't know how to help these children. The newspapers won't report on this, and the police won't take care of it. What can a person like me do?"
"Mr. Wright, I believe that your hard work will pay off. I believe that you know the real situation of these factories in the East District better than James and I do. I also believe that you must have a plan, a plan that you have planned countless times."
"Mr. Wright, your power alone may not be enough to complete your plan, but I believe that if we work together, with more people working together, we will definitely be able to find a way to help these children."
"Ms. Susie, I..."
Wright paused, he seemed to be struggling, but he looked at the two people in front of him, although he couldn't see their faces clearly, he could feel that they were listening very attentively.
"Miss Susie, I do have an idea. I want to open a few schools in the East District, some schools that teach skills, so that these children have the opportunity to be exposed to the skills they are interested in, and they can do what they like in the future."
"But it would cost so many pounds, more pounds than I could ever earn in my lifetime, and so many pounds that I don't even know how many pounds it would cost."
When Grellint heard Wright's idea, it reminded him of the vocational school in his previous life. This was a really good idea. Based on this idea, he combined it with the vocational school in his previous life and came up with a more complete plan.
For example, we can invite retired people to teach, and small shop owners like those in Cherwood District, who probably wouldn't mind making some extra money at night, just like the night school I heard about in my previous life.
This reminded him of Miss Wendy, who had been saving money to learn makeup and become a makeup artist in the future.
"Wright, I have to admit that your idea has given me a lot of inspiration. Regarding the funding, it happens that I met a few young noble children in my previous detective work. They are very kind-hearted. I can ask them for help on this matter."
"Really, James, you really have a way to solve the funding problem."
Hearing what Greylint said, Wright excitedly stood up with his hands on the table.
"Mr. Wright, believe us, James and I have known many kind-hearted noble children in this regard."
…
After finishing the conversation with Mr. Wright, although he had a general idea, Grellant did not start to perfect the plan directly. He then went on to visit other people to see if they had better suggestions or good advice on this plan.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Audrey next to him. He had to admit that with Audrey by his side, the communication was much better than his.
If he were to communicate with Wright alone today, Wright might not have proposed his idea. After all, in his opinion, this idea was extremely naive. After all, he didn't even know how much it would cost to build such a school.
Audrey noticed the look in Grallint's eyes.
"Grelint, when you have time, tell me about your recent story, that mysterious Beyonder, and this reporter who is very concerned about the East District…"
Well...
Thinking of what he had said to Wright before, Greylint couldn't help but feel guilty.
"I will now take you to meet the mysterious Beyonder."
Hearing this, Grellint clearly saw Audrey's mouth corners slightly raised...
Mr. Eimler's house, Prince Street, Cherwood District.
Faced with Grellant's sudden visit with a strange companion, Emile was obviously a little dissatisfied, but he still invited Grellant and Audrey into his home.
"Mr. Eimiller, my companion, Miss Susie, and I have come to visit you this time because we have something to ask you."
Grellint took the initiative to speak, apologized to Emile, and mentioned the matter of the East District factory.
"James, I know, but I can't do anything about it. Although I am an extraordinary person, you know that we are not as powerful as described in the books."
"Mr. Eimiller, I can sense that you want to help these children."
"Ms. Susie, I have had the idea of helping these children. It is a very simple idea. That is to let them receive education and give them the opportunity to change their lives."
"In fact, someone gave me a good suggestion not long ago. It's the same idea as yours, Mr. Eimiller. That is to build a school in the East District to teach skills."
Grellint told Emile about this idea and expressed his own opinions based on it.
Emile listened carefully to what Grellint had to say.
"James, I can't help you in this regard, but I can help you in another way. If you can really build such a school, I can provide protection for the school. After all, you also know the situation in the East District."
Grellint had never thought about this aspect before. In his memory, school has always been the most complete place. In his memory of his previous life, campus life was the best time of his life.
After saying goodbye to Mr. Eimiller, Grellant did not continue. After all, Audrey had been out long enough and she should go back.
Of course, he would also take time to bring Audrey to meet Miss Wendy and the young man. With an audience member nearby, communication was really convenient.
Oh, he seemed to have forgotten to ask Mr. Eimiller one thing. Never mind, it was probably not an important matter...Chapter 50 RealityTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2213 wordsUpdate time: 2023-05-29 11:52:09
On Wednesday, Grallant and Audrey came to the East End again. Their goal today was Miss Wendy, and if possible, they would contact the children working in the factory.
Greylint had some understanding of the working schedule of the East District factory. They chose the factory's dinner time and waited for Miss Wendy to appear at a street stall.
Soon, Greylint saw Miss Wendy. She walked out alone, looking a little lonely among the crowd around her.
"Hello, Miss Wendy, you look so beautiful today."
Grellant went up to greet Miss Wendy. Miss Wendy was obviously a little surprised to see Grellant, but she still greeted Grellant warmly.
"I'm glad you remembered me, Detective."
Grellint did not ask Wright and Emile if they knew about the situation in the factory or if they wanted to help these people, as he did with them.
After all, Miss Wendy worked in the factory, and Greylint had seen her at work when he sneaked into the factory before.
Grellant did not mention anything about helping children in factories. In fact, Miss Wendy was not very old, probably just 18 years old, and was also among the people Grellant and his team wanted to help.
On the way here, Glellint and Audrey described Miss Wendy's story, and Audrey's advice to him was not to mention anything about help, just chat with her and leave the rest to her.
"Ms. Wendy, actually I'm here this time as a return visit for a mission. I want to talk to you about your evaluation of the last mission."
"Well, Mr. Detective, this didn't cost me much money. It's not worth your attention."
Hearing this, Grellant was a little embarrassed. In fact, he had never thought of returning the visit. He had never thought of becoming a detective. Of course, when the words came to his lips, he naturally said,
"Ms. Wendy, as a detective, I value every mission, and it's not measured in money."
"I will complete every commission carefully and return visits to my employers to find out my shortcomings."
Grellint turned sideways,
"By the way, I haven't introduced you yet. This is my assistant, Ms. Susie."
"Mr. Detective, and this beautiful Miss Susie, I don't know how to describe her..."
"James, it's not a gentleman's way to ask a beautiful girl to stand and answer questions."
"This is my oversight, Miss Wendy. You should have come out for dinner."
Greylint pointed to the best-looking stall on the street, next to which there were a few simple tables and wooden stools.
"Mr. Detective, that one is very expensive. Why don't we go to another one?"
"Miss Wendy, as Miss Susie said, as a gentleman, I have an obligation to provide my employer with better service during the return visit. Besides, Miss Susie is here, so I can't behave too badly."
Miss Wendy hesitantly followed Greylint and the others to the stall.
"Three sandwiches with ham slices and three cups of black tea."
Grellint had eaten here once before, and he still remembered the stall owner. The price was not too high, a total of 1 soli and 3 pence.
"Mr. Detective, I think your investigation is very good and detailed. It helps me a lot. I don't think I can provide any advice that can help you."
"Miss Wendy, let's talk about your future plans. I heard your story from James and have always wanted to meet you. This can be considered a return visit."
"It can tell us what kind of difference completing this task makes for the employer and how doing this work helps others."
Grellint noticed that Miss Wendy's expression seemed to relax a little.
"Ms. Susie, I'm very confused now. I don't know if I like that kind of life. It's different from the life of a makeup artist that I imagined..."
"But that kind of life is definitely much better than what I have now, and I don't know what I should do."
"Maybe there should be a school that teaches skills so you can learn the techniques of makeup application, which will help you make better judgments."
"Yes, Miss Susie, that's it."
Miss Wendy's eyes lit up and she was a little excited, but then dimmed again.
"Miss Susie, there is no place like this in the East End. Even if there is, I can't afford it."
"Ms. Wendy, believe in the future. Maybe there will be a school you can afford to go to in the future."
Wendy nodded and said nothing more. She quickened her eating pace. Greylint knew that the factory did not give her long dinner time.
As for those children, Grellint didn't notice them coming out, and didn't know what was going on, so he decided to track them.
After sending Audrey back to Queens, Greylint returned to the East End and used his extraordinary powers to sneak into Bent Company where Wendy worked.
Miss Wendy had already started work, sitting in the position where Greylint had last seen her, repeating the work she had seen her do before.
At the same time, Grellant also saw the group of children, just like he saw last time, shuttling through the mechanical pipes. Grellant waited patiently.
A few hours later, it was almost nine o'clock, and Glint saw new workers coming in, gradually taking over the work of Miss Wendy and the others, and a group of new children also came in...
Grellint noticed that these children who were off work did not leave the factory, but came to a small house next to the factory.
Grellint followed secretly and found that this was where these children ate and lived.
The house is not big. The first floor is the canteen and probably where the workers who manage and are responsible for the meals live. The second floor is where the children live. There are no separate rooms upstairs. The beds are made of wooden boards, one next to the other, in four rows, with 12 beds in each row.
Nearly 40 children were sleeping in this place which was only about 10 meters long and 8 meters wide.
Grellint didn't know how to describe his current mood. He had already thought the children's lives were very bad, but the reality was much worse than he had imagined.
He should have thought of it earlier, before he met any working children outside the factory; before he heard that children died in the factory; before he knew about the Factory Act, there were still such children working in the factory...
He should have thought long ago that these children must be living in factories. Since the factories employed child labor in violation of the Factory Act, how good an environment could they provide for these children?
Whether it was his life in his previous life or his identity after traveling through time, he lived in the light.
In his previous life, he did not understand some of the things reported on the Internet. After coming to this world, he became a nobleman with status. Although in the communication between nobles, everyone wore masks to hide their true thoughts. But in fact, they still had some bottom lines, at least among the nobles.
After all, it was his first time to come into contact with the Dark Ages in the true sense, and it was no longer just an omitted word in history textbooks.
Grellant knew that their previous thoughts were a little too naive. Both he and Wright were too naive. Faced with such a situation, no matter how many schools they opened, they could not help these children.
Of course, he won't give up...