In the dilapidated house made of broken bricks and rusty iron sheets, there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

It was also mixed with a man's hoarse roar and insults:

"Get lost, I told you to get lost, you slut, get lost."

Then came a faintly sobbing female voice:

"I can get out, but you drink the medicine first..."

"Get out of here, you're a slut, I don't want to see you, get out of here, get out now, go find those people you love, and never show up in front of me again."

The angry and excited male voice rudely interrupted the woman's words, accompanied by a "duangduang" crashing sound.

"Okay, okay, I'm leaving, I'm leaving now, don't hit me, I beg you, don't hit me again."

The woman begged with a tearful voice.

Then, the old iron plate that served as the door panel was moved away, and a pretty-looking woman wearing a large sapphire blue trench coat ran out of the dilapidated house, covering her mouth.

She did not go far, but squatted in the corner of the dilapidated house, covering her face and sobbing.

…

All this was seen by Jiang Xilin who was standing not far away.

It even gave him some associations that deeply affected his mood.

His departure probably made his wife and daughter in another world cry helplessly like this.

Fortunately, compared to this indifferent and cruel feudal society, that world was sufficiently advanced and relatively beautiful.

With his wife's doctorate degree, there is no problem living with her daughter.

Then, he thought about this life again. If for some reason, he was the one who lost his limbs, then Vera and An An...

Click, click, click...

Jiang Xilin tightened his fists, his knuckles turned white from too much force and made a crisp sound.

This world is not a beautiful one. Human beings, who have struggled to survive in the ice and snow for more than three hundred years, have long lost their empathy for strangers and similar species.

…

The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded, interrupting Jiang Xilin's thoughts.

I saw a black carriage approaching from a distance.

The woman squatting in the corner also heard the sound, so she stood up, took out a silk scarf from her pocket, and wiped away her tears.

The carriage stopped next to her, the coachman took out the horse stool, and then helped her into the carriage.

Jiang Xilin looked at the carriage going away, then at the dilapidated and low house, and finally decided to follow the carriage to find out what was going on.

Because he keenly felt that there must be a lot of information hidden in it that could be used.

Although he sympathizes with Ma Wen emotionally, Jiang Xilin is not a person easily swayed by emotions.

Jiang Xilin blessed himself with a small magic that could make him light up, and then followed the carriage from a distance.

After following him to a block with more people, he was afraid of attracting too much attention from ordinary passers-by, so he stopped a passing carriage.

Without waiting for the carriage to stop completely, Jiang Xilin quickly jumped onto the front seat of the carriage and said to the driver holding the reins:

"Follow the carriage in front of you."

The coachman didn't ask any questions, just shook the reins and drove the carriage steadily to follow.

The carriage went all the way from the Frederick district through Macdellin Street and Place Saint-Bernaud, and finally arrived at the Bethsgier district where middle- and lower-class nobles and some prominent capitalists lived.

Looking at the single-family manors on both sides of the wide street, the scattered buildings covered with ice and snow, and the glass greenhouse gardens mixed in, together form a very beautiful picture.

Occasionally, in front of pedestrians on the street, a group of security patrols wearing the epaulettes of the Kingdom's Public Security Department will pass by, and then identity checks will be carried out.

…

"Ah, I'm sorry, dear Arcanist."

The patrol officer squad leader respectfully handed Jiang Xilin's identity badge back and motioned to his colleagues to step aside.

Jiang Xilin took back his badge and said nothing because this was already his third inspection into the Besgil District.

The driver consciously flicked the reins and continued to move forward with the cart.

Finally, after following closely, the carriage turned into a single-family manor.

Jiang Xilin signaled the coachman to pull over, and then jumped out of the carriage after paying the fee for six copper buckles.

Pretending to be taking a walk, he passed by the door of the manor and silently wrote down the address and house number.

The cast steel wheels pressed against the hard road surface, making a dull "buzzing" sound.

Jiang Xilin looked back and saw a carriage drawn by white horses approaching.

He was worried about making people suspicious and causing unnecessary trouble, so he put his hands in his pockets and ran away.

However, before he had gone far, a surprised voice shouted behind him:

"Jiangxi Lin?"

Jiangxi Lin looked back subconsciously.

He saw the carriage that had been approaching from afar parked on the side of the road very close to him.

The window of the carriage was open, and a head wearing exquisite hair accessories and exquisite makeup stuck out.

Jiang Xilin looked at the familiar face and took the initiative to say hello with a smile.

"Miss Eileen, long time no see."

"Long time no see. Shouldn't you be in my aunt's research institute at this time?"

"this……"

Jiang Xilin tried hard to maintain a smile on his face, but his brain was running rapidly.

How to deal with it?

How to avoid making Anglia Eileen suspicious?

How to get more information from Anglia Irene without attracting her attention.

Soon he made up a story, which might even lead to some information about the owner of the manor behind him.

So, he said:

"I'm ashamed to say that Marvin's accident has been going on for so long. I've been busy with research and haven't had the chance to visit him. I specifically asked for leave from the president today. I originally wanted to go over and see him, but who knew that I unexpectedly bumped into him and him?

His wife quarreled, and then his wife ran out and got into a carriage, and I followed the carriage, and then..."

He didn't say the next words, but looked back at the manor gate behind him.

"The car entered the manor?"

Anglia Irene turned her head, looked through the manor's walls, looked at the scattered houses and glass greenhouses inside, and murmured to herself in a guessing tone,

"Is Marvin's wife a descendant of the Fromm family?"

The Fromm family?

So, is the owner of the manor behind you named Fromm?

However, the fact that Marvin's wife was a descendant of the Fromm family could be ruled out, because he had heard Marvin call his wife a slut before in the scrap yard, and told her to go find her lover.

So...she is probably being kept by someone.

But the question arises again, why would the "upper-class" people living in Besgir district "support" a "lower-class" woman who was once barely considered a commoner, but now can only be considered a poor person?
Chapter completed!