Struggle in the Steam Age

　　 Lawrence and they walked slowly along the street. On both sides of the road were some slightly dilapidated buildings, and there were also some **** and potholes on the ground. There are some street lights on the street, but they are all old-fashioned fish oil lamps. At the same time, the glass covers of some street lamps are also damaged. In short, here is a standard worker community.

　　 But the clothes of the people walking on the street are considered decent. Although the house is dilapidated, it does not look too dirty. The overall situation is still better than the place where Lawrence lived before. After all, the workers here are some workers from the shipyard. As skilled workers, at least their income is much better than ordinary textile workers or porters.

　　 Just after changing clothes at the place where Syfiel lived in Lawrence, Lawrence went directly to the logistics office of St. Gutenberg Cathedral to check the map of Eagle Fort. Based on the previous analysis of the information, Lawrence easily judged that the slightly strange young painter had a high probability of living in this place.

　　 Shortly after entering this area, Lawrence quickly obtained some useful information from a group of middle-aged women selling snacks on the street based on his four years of living in the tavern. Then he took three butter-roasted corn sticks on small sticks and waited for the two ladies to join.

"The taste is okay." Saifier commented after taking a bite of the roasted corn in his hand. "Fortunately, you didn't buy the French fries next to me. I was fed up with this thing in Britannia. By the way, Did you find anything?"

　　 "There is indeed a very weird young painter who lives here. During the day, he usually goes to the squares in the north to draw sketches for people to make money. He will only come back at 7 or 8 in the evening."

"And this person is very famous locally, because he is the only one who lives in this place but usually wears a top hat on his head. I heard from the group of dim sum aunts that he seems to be a very rich man. The grandson of the factory owner, but unfortunately he quickly learned and fell in love with gambling after his parents died uncontrollably, so that he almost squandered the wealth his grandfather left to his father."

"But it is strange that he suddenly and completely quit gambling more than half a year ago. Then he started his career as a painter, earning a living by giving people quick portraits on the street, and heard that he was good at painting. ."

　　 "This is a bit weird." Even Fatina, the dullest person in this regard, found it wrong. "A person who has never painted before learned to paint right away. How suspicious is this thing..."

　　 "And according to these people nearby, there are often young women's voices in his room. It's just that no one has ever seen these women."

　　 "Well, it is now certain that this person is very suspicious even if it has nothing to do with the loss of Miss Marshall before, and it is worth investigating." At this point, Sefil seemed a little confused. "Since everyone around knows something suspicious about him, why don't they report it to the police station or the church?"

"Don't forget, the police rarely patrol this place, unless there is a murder case, they will register it." Lawrence glanced at a few women standing in the shadows wearing cool and heavy makeup, "At the same time here People’s livelihoods are not all legal, and they don’t want the police to be here."

"As for the church, they still have too few people. So unless someone comes to the church to report, they will send someone to check. And in this kind of place, if it is not related to themselves, then everyone will not be nosy. That person does not Obstruct others, so naturally no one will tell the church about that person."

　　 "It turned out to be like this." Saifei nodded. As a girl who had been living on the farm before and then went to the girls' school in the Old World, she really didn't know these things.

　　 In the following time, Lawrence and the others wandered around in this area disguised as students who came here for the first time. At the same time, they used their own footsteps to measure the surrounding situation with the painter's residence as the core.

　　 Although Lawrence's memory retains the depiction of this area on the map, it is obvious that the map has not been updated for a long time, and there are many more obstacles and many fewer buildings on the streets. Therefore, it is very valuable for them to go on the spot, so that they can track or escape in time when the situation does occur.

　　 As for why he didn't pretend to be a local person, on the one hand, this kind of residential area is a kind of acquaintance residential area, and it is difficult for outsiders to mix in. On the other hand, Lawrence, who was well-nourished when he was a child, was half a head taller than the workers coming and going nearby. Coupled with the unique appearance of the Warlock after the bloodline was awakened, it was really impossible for him to blend into the surrounding crowd.

　　 Time just passed by one minute after another, until night slowly fell. Lawrence saw the children who went to school before running past them with their schoolbags, and then ran to the house all the way around. .

As skilled workers’ children, they are lucky because their parents have enough financial resources to allow them to go to school. At the same time, these parents have tasted the sweetness of learning as skilled workers, and naturally hope that their children will live as relatives as they do. A good life, rather than slipping into a simple manual worker.

　　 Soon the workers also got off work. After they rushed home, the aroma of various foods also wafted from each building, and then drifted into the air. At the same time, some single workers began to gather in the pub to enjoy their dinner and important social time.

Just when the entire community came alive~www.wuxiahere.com~Lawrence, they sat in a tavern somewhere outside the seat and stared at the intersection in front of them. According to the news they inquired before, the painter every night Will pass by this street.

　　 Sure enough, just when they were eating spicy tortillas in the southern New Elysian style. A young man in a top hat and a tuxedo with a drawing board and paint box on his back came over.

This young man has a great appearance, a handsome face, an artistic dress, and a touch of melancholy in his eyes, which makes him full of attraction. This is why the people around him behave towards women in his room. So plain cause.

　　 As he walked past the bar, he suddenly noticed Syfiel, who was sitting at the door of the bar drinking freshly squeezed orange juice with a straw, and then he walked over directly.

"This beautiful lady, can I draw a portrait for you?" As he walked to the table of Lawrence and the others, the painter put his right hand on his left chest and bowed slightly to Syfiel. Said, at the same time his eyes stared at Syfiel's eyes, completely ignoring Lawrence and Fatina who were sitting on the side.

　　 "Oh?" Saifei spit out the straw in his mouth and looked at him and asked, "Excuse me, are you—"

　　 "I am a painter. After seeing you, I suddenly had the urge to create a portrait for you. I swear I have never seen a beautiful girl like you." The young man said.

　　 "That's it!" Syfiel nodded. "Then where do you paint for me, is it here?"

　　 "No, I want to invite you to my house as a guest. Of course, if you are worried, your two companions can also come together." After he finished he made an invitation gesture to Lawrence and the others.