Mr. House, he is the owner of a cluster of old apartment buildings near the industrial area.

His family has been living on rent for three consecutive generations, and House's generation has begun to struggle to make ends meet.

You can't blame him. Hereford has developed very rapidly in recent decades, and the originally well-located apartment buildings have long been bordered by smelly industrial areas.

But he couldn't find another job, after all, he knew nothing but collecting rent.

In order to survive, he must resort to some tricks.

After a day of rent collection, he moved his stiff shoulders and opened the door of his home.

Then, House saw an uninvited guest sitting in his home.

It's a man wearing a crow mask.

House reflexively wanted to close the door and escape, but then he saw Crow Mask pointing its black hole at him.

"Sit down, House." Vita tilted her gun and pointed at the chair in front of her.

House swallowed hard and sat down timidly: "First... sir, who are you?"

"The person who recommended chili pepper water to you when you were in the hospital."

House almost cried. There were many people wearing crow masks. He originally took some chances and hoped that the one he met would not be Vita's.

Vita looked House up and down: "Just came back from collecting the rent?"

"Yes, yes."

"Are you still renting houses to gangsters?"

House immediately widened his eyes: "Sir, how can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?"

Vita didn't bother to expose House's lie, and just used his thumb to gently move the firing pin of the pistol.

"They are actually no longer illegal," House immediately said with a smile: "The city hall has temporarily granted them the right of residence. They are indeed legal citizens of Hereford before the right of residence expires."

"House, I really underestimated you before." Vita fiddled with the bomb nest: "Being able to rent so many houses to gangsters, it seems that you are very popular among the gangsters, white gangs and workers in Hereford.

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"No... Sir, what on earth are you talking about?"

Vita looked at House through the black lenses of the mask: "If you are not familiar with the gangsters, you will not be able to rent the house to the illegal gangsters; if you are not familiar with the gangsters, you will not be able to free the workers controlled by the gangsters from their control."

Gezipu, come and rent your house; if you are not familiar with the workers’ group, you will not be able to spread the reputation of your house within the workers’ organization and find a stable and high-quality customer source.”

Every time Vita said something, House's knees became weaker, until he knelt on the ground completely: "Sir! Sir! I have an old man and a young man, please spare me!" Then, he searched for himself.

He took out his wallet and took out a thick stack of crumpled banknotes: "First of all, sir, although it's not much, but... I will pay tribute to you regularly in the future!"

Vita sneered: "Your parents died six years ago, and you are still unmarried." He pushed the pile of money away with the muzzle of his gun: "I just want to know some information."

House took a deep breath and decided to tell Vita everything he knew: "Okay, okay, I understand, what do you want to know?"

"How is the life of the black household group recently?"

"It's better than before, because the city hall and the church have begun to work together to provide relief to them. It's a lot better than the precarious life before, but..." House looked at Vita carefully: "This situation may not last.

It’s been too long.”

"Why?"

"It's very simple. The city hall is running out of money." House spread his hands: "You can't expect those noble gentlemen to spend money to relieve the workers, right?"

The city hall is almost out of money? Vita is a little surprised. The emperor clearly imposes very high taxes on the nobles, so that many of the nobles are in financial crisis. How can the city hall be out of money?

Where did the vast wealth collected by the Emperor go?

"Then what?" Vita buried the question in her heart for the time being.

"A small number of factories with minor losses have begun to resume work. However, the jobs provided by these factories are hard to find. Some workers who have recovered from their injuries and have begun to receive no relief even want to work without salary, as long as the factory takes care of their food.

That’s fine.”

House continued: "Some workers have approached me and hope that I can introduce them to jobs. I really can't do this. There are only so many positions, and the efficiency of rebuilding the industrial area is far from as fast as expected."

This should be due to the financial crisis encountered by the nobles.

"So, workers who couldn't find jobs began to slowly form groups in order to survive. Recently, new groups have been formed every day, and gangs have been established or disappeared." House stopped talking.

Vita nodded: "The establishment of a gang should always have a slogan, an idea or something like that. Tell me what those established groups rely on to win over people's hearts?"

"There are two main schools of thought," House pointed his finger: "One is that their jobs are provided by the nobles, and what they are experiencing now is because some people want to rely on outside attention to improve their salary at this time.

People have increased the burden on the nobility, so we must kill all people and factors who want to do so in exchange for the factory to be restored as soon as possible."

Vita nodded: "What else?"

"The other kind of thinking, huh, this kind of thinking is just nonsense. It doesn't matter if you don't say it."

"I want to know."

House swallowed: "Another thought is that it was because of the existence of the nobles that they ended up like this. Therefore, if they kill all the nobles and factory owners, they can have a better life."

"Kill all the nobles?" Vita thought he heard something interesting: "Have these groups started taking action?"

"Rumors say that one of them, a noble killer, has successfully killed a certain earl. Haha, how is that possible?"

Cyril who was killed was a count.

Vita narrowed his eyes slightly: "Noble killer? He belongs to that group, where can I find him?"

"I don't know. The Noble Killer is just a vague name in the industrial area. Maybe he doesn't exist. I only know how to contact the groups that want to kill the nobles."

"tell me."

House tore off a piece of paper and scrawled the address.

Vita took it, stood up and left, very satisfied with his harvest this time.

…

After confirming that Vita had really left, House breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he dialed his home phone.

After a few beeps of water, the call was connected.

"Mr. Fubo, as you expected, someone started to investigate the workers."

Fu Bo on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds: "Who is he?"

"Those crow masks."

Fu Bo chuckled: "Okay, okay, I understand, thank you."

He hung up the phone and looked happily at the list of names written on his blackboard.

Among them are the names of nobles such as Cyril, Belloc, Ed, and Boyce.

Among them, Cyril's name has been marked with a big cross.

"The investigators are involved, so what should I do?" Fu Bo murmured to himself: "Should I carry out the next assassination as planned, or should I take a break?"

"Who is the investigator who found House? Could it be Vita again?"

"If you decide to take a break, you can't rest for too long. My title of Noble Killer has finally gained some influence among workers' groups. If I want to use this title to indirectly control these groups, it means that I need a bigger job."

Result."

"Baron Ed, should I let you see the Mother Goddess immediately? Or should I let you live a little longer?"

"You nobles who blocked the disaster relief and further expanded the losses in the industrial area will all die, sooner or later. I will definitely send you to see the Mother Goddess."
Chapter completed!