Struggle in the Steam Age

When the sun just rose the next morning, Lawrence immediately got up from the bed and began to clean up. Because he had made an appointment with Syfiel before calling him to meet at the door at around nine o'clock, and then went together to find the location of her detective office in the future.

After washing in the bathroom, Lawrence went to the cafeteria and spent 4 cents to buy a large sandwich, a set of boiled eggs and a glass of sugared milk. Unexpectedly, Fatina, a new friend he met yesterday, also woke up very early. At this time, she also appeared in the cafeteria and even had part of her breakfast.

"Good morning, Lawrence." Because of religious habits, the lights in the cafeteria are not very bright. However, Fatina used the scavenger's unique dark vision ability to accurately recognize Lawrence from a bunch of blurred figures and greeted him.

"Good morning, Fatina." Lawrence walked over after hearing Fatina's voice five or six meters away, then put the dinner plate on her dining table, and then sat down on the seat opposite her. "By the way, how is your injury now?"

"Thank you for your concern, because the wound did not hurt my muscles and bones and the priest gave me a little medicine yesterday, so after a night of rest, the wound on my ankle has healed. Even if I run fast, it will still be a little bit It hurts, but walking normally is fine."

"That's good." Lawrence nodded, then asked. "By the way, do you have any plans next?"

"I don't know what I should do next?" Fatina shook her head in confusion. "For one week since I came out of home, I have been living in the dolphin area in the south of my tribe, and at the same time picking up some odd jobs like finding pets and cleaning the silt monsters in the basement."

"Although this kind of work is not very dangerous, and it is not always on the verge of death like in the adventure novels. But I don't make much money in this way. On average, I remove the cost of food, drink and accommodation every day. It can save eleven or two cents. It would be impossible to make up for the losses I caused by this."

"If that's the case, I can introduce you to a place." Lawrence suddenly thought of Syfiel, who was gearing up to open a detective agency, even though Syfiel said that he had found some kind of heritage in the Old World, but Lawrence has always Some worry about her.

Especially in this world full of extraordinary, detectives have always been a high-risk profession. So Lawrence hopes to add a layer of insurance to Syfiel. Obviously, Fatina, as the Red Dragon Warlock, should be able to do such a job. Even if she was just a trainee warlock of the same level as her. And yesterday, he asked his church acquaintances to investigate the other party and confirmed that she was indeed more reliable.

After a brief introduction to Syfiel's plan, Fatina was obviously interested, because he felt that the work of a detective was no different from the adventurers he saw in his novels.

Therefore, at nine o’clock in the morning, Sefir wore a beige men’s windbreaker, a brown deerstalker hat, and a small thorn sword on his waist. He walked down the sidewalk to the St. Gutenberg Cathedral. At the door. She found that not only Lawrence was standing at the door waiting for her, but there was also a rat man in a robe that only showed his face.

The overall style of this world has a lot in common with the Victorian era in Lawrence's previous life, but there are also many differences. One of them is that due to the existence of extraordinary power, the world is far better in terms of gender equality than what it did in the Victorian era. Therefore, the world is not so rigid in terms of clothing, and it has become a trend for women, especially professional women, to wear men's clothing.

"Good morning, Lawrence." After hugging Lawrence, Syfiel turned his gaze to his side. "Excuse me, who is this?"

"Oh, this is Miss Fatina, I met when I went on an adventure yesterday." Then Lawrence briefly introduced his adventure yesterday.

"Ah, it's a shame that I didn't take me with such an exciting thing." After complaining, she reached out and shook Fatina's paw. "Nice to meet you."

After the two ladies greeted each other, Safir led the way and led everyone to the predetermined direction. On the way, she began to briefly introduce today's action plan.

"Actually a month before I returned to the Federation, I asked my grandfather to help me find a place that can be used as a facade. Then when my grandfather was in contact everywhere, an old friend of his told my grandfather that he had a set Real estate can be given to me."

"For nothing?" Fatina's small round eyes were full of envy. For her who is eager to make money with her pockets empty now, the windfall is something she wants to have in her dreams.

"Don't think about it." Saifei shook his head, "I learned a word when I was a child, that is, all the gifts of fate, the price has been marked secretly, if it is really a free gift, I would not dare to ask for it. Because it often means that I have to pay more, even a price I cannot afford."

"Then he said before that he didn't say what the prerequisites were?" Lawrence asked. "If it's a large sum of money—"

"It's not a lot of money. If there is a lot of money, what do I need to ask my grandfather for help?" Saifei interrupted Lawrence. "My grandfather's friend is Dalton Marshall, an art dealer."

"Marshall's art dealer—" Lawrence stroked his chin, and then said uncertainly. "Are you talking about Mr. Marshall who is one of the richest art dealers in the northeastern part of the Confederation, and then opened a large gallery on Third Avenue in Eagle Fort?"

"No, UU read www.uukanshu.com but it has something to do with the person you said." Saifei explained. "Dalton Marshall is the younger brother of William Marshall you mentioned, and an art dealer. Of course, his shop size is much smaller than his brother's."

"Then what is he looking for us for?" Lawrence asked in a puzzled way. "A property is not cheap. If you need to pay such a big price, it should be very troublesome."

"My grandfather just said to look for something." Seyfel shrugged, "Anyway, he didn't say that we must complete the task when we receive it. Let's try it. If it becomes a white property, it won't work. If you do, it’s just a little time and money wasted."

"You're right." Hearing Saifeier said. Lawrence and Fatina nodded with deep conviction. After all, there is not much investment in this kind of thing, but the rewards may be very big. It is very worthwhile to try your luck.

Just chatting all the way, the three soon came to a secluded street next to Central Park. This street as a whole is much more luxurious than the residential areas Lawrence has visited before.

On both sides of the street, there are two or three-story independent villas, each with a distance of seven or eight meters from its neighbors. The white or brown walls encircle the independent gardens for these villas.

Most importantly, when the three were about to enter the street, Lawrence saw a policeman in a helmet-shaped hat and a blue cape sitting in the guard box at the intersection. You know, when he rented in the small attic of the bar four years ago, he had seen police officers on that street three or four times throughout the four years.

"Okay, here we are." Syfiel stopped in front of a wrought iron gate, then stepped forward and pulled a metal chain hanging by the sliding door, and then a crisp and sweet bell rang.