Krens skillfully discussed the price of beef with the vendors here, because every time Mr. Hayden handed him the money he calculated, it was exactly what he needed, and every time it was just right, neither more nor less.

This gave Kerens an idea: why not lower the price when buying food, so that he would have some leftover every time.

This makes Kerens blush sometimes because he would argue for half a Kesu. In the eyes of the merchants, he is now like a shrewd businessman who will not let go of any opportunity to lower the price, because the work of going out to purchase food is too much.

Giving it to Kerens also made the nearby businessmen re-recognize this short boy who could only obtain food by stealing, and also made them realize his shamelessness.

With the leftovers from each purchase of ingredients, Krens already had a savings of 5 grams of sous. Those cute coins were lying quietly in Krens's pockets at this time. The heavy weight was so disappointing.

People feel at ease.

He bought beef and put it in a bag, and bought a bottle of red wine and a few pieces of bread next to it. The high price made Krens wonder whether Mr. Hayden would go bankrupt because of this. After all, it is really difficult to repair pocket watches for others.

To support such expenses, and the fees charged by Mr. Hayden are very low, you cannot make much money at all.

Most of the people who come here to repair pocket watches are workers or employees, and few aristocrats come here. But because Valco Street is such a remote place, the business of the pocket watch shop has never been very good, and the income from repairs is only a drop in the bucket.

However, thanks to Mr. Hayden's generous diet, Clence's thin body gradually gained some muscle, and his face gradually became rosy and no longer so thin.

Holding the beef he just bought in his hand, Krens was walking towards the dock. He could already smell the strong fishy smell drifting in the sea breeze. Although he didn't like fish very much, the situation ahead made him feel sad.

Kerens frowned a little.

Surrounded by the crowd in front was a corpse that had been drained of blood. It looked as if a person had been dead for a long time and was haggard. It looked very scary. The police officer on the side was checking the identity of the corpse and useful clues.

It was still the same as described in the newspaper, no wounds could be found, and the blood seemed to have disappeared from the human body.

"Does any of you know him?" the police officer asked.

"I know, I know." A young man who was inconspicuous in the crowd raised his hand.

The police officer looked at the young man. He was thin and had a timid look on his face.

"Who is he?" the police officer asked. "His name is Meade." The boy replied timidly.

"Mead", when Krens, who was walking by, heard the name, a dark boy with a fake smile suddenly flashed in his mind. He thought with some suspicion, "Is it possible?

"It's a repeated name." Even though the memory he saw showed that Krens didn't like the other person, he still wanted to confirm it with his own eyes when he stopped.

After squeezing into the crowd, Karens looked at the corpse lying on the ground. The corpse had become shriveled, but the clothes on it were still the same as what he saw in his mind. They were just more worn out, and the skin was darker.

The smile hanging on the corner of his mouth had disappeared, leaving only a ferocious expression of pain. Looking at Meade's body, Kerens thought to himself, he must have been in great pain at the time, which made him confirm that the body in front of him was that of Meade.

The Meade I saw in my own memory.

Krens, who was standing aside, did not tell the police officer that he knew him. He just looked at Mead with pity. Although he saw Mead as a very cunning guy, it turned out that Krens didn't have much respect for him.

I feel good about it, but the person I knew before this body died in front of me, so my mood can't help but fluctuate a little.

After all, there will be no cemetery for people like them after death. If you are lucky in other cities, you may be hastily cremated, but in Cologne City, you can only be thrown into the garbage dump after death, or become a

Beast's lunch, no one will remember you.

After simply recording Meade's name and age, the police officer greeted his colleagues and left the area, while the dead Meade was still lying quietly on the ground, waiting for the workers to collect the body.

Krens shook his head and put the matter behind him, and said to Meade, "I hope you can really return to the country where the goddess is equal as they said," and then took the hand from the fisherman on the side.

I bought a cheap squid online.

The people around gradually dispersed. For them, this was just another daily topic to talk about, but what they lost was a life. What no one noticed was that one of Mead's fingers was missing, lying on the ground, long dead.

It moved very naturally, as if it was just caused by the sea breeze blowing on the Coron Pier. People on the pier continued to walk, but some people occasionally cast their eyes on the dead Meade.

Not long after, two men with some gray hair came to Meade pushing a simple cart. They were responsible for gathering people who died accidentally due to disease and hunger in Cologne every day. At first, they were not responsible for such matters.

people.

The nobles and government officials obviously did not want to waste their wealth on these poor people, and a plague many years ago gave these arrogant nobles a head-on blow. Many powerful people died in this plague of their own making. Saint

The Church of Light proposed to allocate a sum of money specifically for the sanitation of the city, claiming that it was to purify evil, which aroused opposition from many nobles. After all, they only cared about whether their wallets were full.

Years of peace without war, and the corruption of money made the nobles forget about the largest church organization in the country. On that day, there were many opponents who died for various reasons because of their own selfishness, but the consuls of the St. John's Empire did not have any

The reaction seems to be that there is some kind of tacit understanding with the church.

The two body collectors took out a simple body bag, roughly put Meade who was lying on the ground into it, then put it on a simple cart and walked towards the outside of the city.

The sky is getting dark, and the sun is saying its final farewell to today's moon. The blue moonlight gradually replaces the heat of the sun. Clence, who is walking back with the purchased ingredients in his hand, is quite agile.

Hearing has noticed that someone has been quietly following him since the pier. Although the other person behaved very secretly among pedestrians, this still made Kerens have some guesses in his mind, thinking that it was because of the food he was holding.

There are too many, so they are coveted.

I have encountered this situation several times. Once, I relied on my good luck hat to bring the other person's face into close contact with the wet ground before reluctantly running away with the food. Krens continued to walk calmly and pretend

He didn't notice the person behind him, but the pace under his feet had become more rapid, but the person following him still didn't stop at all. Kerens couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Damn, it's like this every time, it's so annoying."

.

The pace of Krens's feet became faster and faster, and he gradually started running, trying to use speed to get rid of the pursuers behind him, but the heavy food in his hands made his speed obviously not much faster than the people behind him.

Gradually, the breathing from his mouth and nose became much faster. Kerens felt that his legs were tired, and the food in his hands became heavier. However, the footsteps behind him were getting closer to him, and it seemed that he no longer planned to come.

Hide your own purpose.

Krens, who was running, looked back and saw that under the cover of a robe, he was also short in stature and couldn't see any of his facial features. His running posture was also very stiff and awkward, and his body seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

Seeing the other party's weird posture, Kerens couldn't help but feel startled, and instantly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis. This reminded him of the recent case, which inevitably made him have some guesses. Could it be this person? But

It shouldn't be so obvious.

Kerens gritted his teeth and decided not to hesitate anymore. No matter whether the other party was the person he imagined, but the other party was eyeing him at this time, he would not let him go easily. Kerens quickly stopped.

He stepped forward, turned around and looked at the man in black robe behind him, and then carefully placed the food in his hand at his feet. This was done to avoid being stolen by others, otherwise his debt might increase again.
Chapter completed!