Struggle in the Steam Age

　　 Sure enough, after having a general survey direction, the next work is much simpler. In a small village not far from this manor, Lawrence and the others got a key piece of information from an old man.

"You mean, three days ago, at noon, a young man like the one we described once passed by your small village?" Lawrence had a few words with the white-haired old man and heard that he wanted He couldn't believe that he could get such crucial news so easily.

"Yes, I remember he was wearing a somewhat shabby hunting suit, just like the clothes this lady wears now, but a little bit older." The old man pointed to Syfiel and said, "He is still carrying the drawing board and paint. Box and shelf. At that time, he even went to my yard and asked me for some clean water to fill the kettle he was carrying."

　　 "Then is there anything special about him?" Fatina stepped forward and asked. "That is, it is the difference from other people. For example, looks, costumes or other differences."

"No." The old man leaned on a **** and lowered his head and said to Fatina, "After all, the road ahead is Lake Lance, and the scenery there is very good. Many painters in the city like to paint there. By the way, why are you asking me this?"

　　 "Because we have a case that needs to be investigated." After saying that, Lawrence took out his ID and showed it to the old man, then asked. "We need to find this person now. Can you recall any clues?"

　　 "Let me think-wait, there really is a clue." After seeing Lawrence's ID, the old man immediately narrowed his eyes and thought. Soon, he opened his eyes.

　　 "What?" The two ladies stared at the old man with wide eyes, hoping to hear some key news from his mouth.

"I remember talking to him when he asked my wife to fill his kettle with water. He said he envied the place where I live. I told him what is enviable about living on a farm like me. There is a flush toilet in the room. No, the stone-built house has a cold feeling even in the hottest summer, which makes me always guilty of rheumatism."

"But he told me that my life is much better than him. He now lives in that kind of small apartment, and he needs to share the bathroom and kitchen with others. To make matters worse, he needs to not appreciate the group at all. His artistic crude steel workers live in the same building."

　　 "You mean a steel worker?" Lawrence asked immediately after hearing a word.

　　 "To be precise, it is a machining worker." The old man said after thinking for a while. "Because he complained later that those workers were discussing either gears, rivets, or propellers all day long. And maybe because of the long working hours in the factory, the ears are not good, and they usually speak loudly, let alone those that are not far away. The siren sounded from time to time on the river. These noises made him unable to calm down and paint seriously."

"But to be honest, I have also seen a lot of painters like him. But I have never seen a painter as poor as he is so hard to support. I originally wanted to sell him a few dollars at the cost price for my wife. Farmer’s sandwich. As a result, he took out a sandwich with Casty ham from his arms and told me he didn’t need my stuff."

　　 Casty ham is one of the best types of ham in the Old World. Lawrence and others don't think that an ordinary old man in the country can recognize it at a glance, especially when the ham is sliced ​​when making sandwiches.

　　 Maybe because of this thought, Lawrence's face showed an expression of unbelief. The old man also discovered this, so he defended. "Of course, I don’t know Casty ham. But the carrots and cabbage from my farm are sent to Casty Crystal Restaurant in the city. I happened to see the sandwich that the man was holding in the back kitchen of that restaurant. , Especially the sandwich wrapper with the restaurant badge. Seriously, I have never seen such a luxurious restaurant before in my life—"

　　 Then the old man talked a lot, but Lawrence didn't get any new news from his words. So they bought three large farmer's sandwiches for lunch from the old man with a five-cent coin and left here.

"Cheese, alfalfa sprouts, cucumber, and a layer of mayonnaise at the end. This thing makes me a little homesick." Saifei grumbled as she ate the cheese and walked back, and then she looked up at Lawrence . "I see the smile at the corner of your mouth, did you find something?"

　　 "Yes." Lawrence nodded, and then said to the two ladies who looked at him expectantly. "I guess that the man told the farmer is not a lie, so I think we can roughly determine where the other party is.

　　 "Location, how is that judged?" Fatina asked curiously, holding the sandwich that had been bitten in both hands. "I just didn't hear him say where does that person live?"

　　 "But it can be inferred." Lawrence said with a smile. "On the one hand, he just said that the workers around the man were discussing gear rivets and propellers. This shows that the place where he lives should be related to some shipbuilding or ship repair factories."

"Besides, that person also brought a sandwich from Castie Crystal Restaurant, which means that the place he lives should not be far from the restaurant, otherwise he doesn't have to go far for a sandwich. So we just need to find the restaurant and see if there are shipbuilding or ship repair yards around."

　　 Soon, everyone returned to the manor together, and then a few people returned to St. Gutenberg’s Cathedral in accordance with Lawrence’s request in the carriage when they arrived.

　　 "I'll go inside and change a dress. And you, Safir, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I think you might also want to change a dress. After all, the clothes we are going to are not suitable for the place we are going to now."

Fifteen minutes later, Fatina, who was waiting in the car, saw two people, one tall and one short, wearing slightly worn dark coats approaching. Especially the shorter one's coat and shirt were not big. It fits so well that you need to pull up the cuff several times to show your hand.

　　 After the two people approached, Fatina found the two familiar blue eyes under the round cap. "Lawrence, Syfiel, how do you two dress up like this?"

　　 "Because the place we are going is the workers' settlement on the southern shipyard." Lawrence explained as he climbed into the carriage. "The clothes that went over there just now were a bit too conspicuous. As for you, don't worry, you can wear anything. After all, you are a rat, and ordinary humans can't distinguish the clothes of a rat."

　　 Then he shouted to the coachman: "Just send us to the albatross wharf to the south, and we will walk over the next way."

　　 "No problem, sir." After Lawrence and the others got in the car, the coachman yelled softly to make the two horses move. Soon, they arrived at the Albatross Wharf as planned, and then mixed into the crowd and came to the residential area of ​​the shipyard workers not far from the wharf.

"Okay, let's start the investigation. But before the investigation, I think we'd better figure out the surrounding environment. After all, the enemy is very likely to be an extraordinary person. We must observe the escape route." Lawrence Exhorted to the two ladies who followed him.

　　 "We are not reading a certain adventure novel. In the real world, hunters may turn into prey at any time. So in an extraordinary world, you can't be too cautious."