"Father, I want to take a day off today to deal with things at home."
Squinting his eyes, he looked at what his father had just bought. It was a strange mechanical creation made of brass gears. It had no aura, but its shape was extremely weird.
"Go."
The old man replied absent-mindedly, seeing that Jenkins was curious, he explained: "Recently, I often receive this kind of antique made of gears. This kind of thing is not the style of this era, but the believers of Mr. Craftsman are very fond of this kind of antique. .You haven't learned this kind of knowledge, it's normal to feel strange."
But Jenkins was even more curious about who the man was just now. He was not selling supernatural items, so his father would naturally not report to the church to investigate him. Jenkins didn't know whether he was naturally sensitive or just noticed him because of his strength, but no trace of the man had disappeared.
First go to the post office and order the daily Nolan Daily, and then look up the issue number of "Prospects in Tropical Medicine". It's not cheap, and the next meeting of Mr. Corpse is two weeks away.
The Milk Company's single-family yard on the street three blocks from the docks is lined with brass-colored steam pipes. Jenkins also ran into Professor Burns here, and the two chatted for a while. He looked very good. Jenkins told him where he knew the entrance to the black market. sweetened milk.
The intermediary on Sheftier Boulevard was a little cold. While listening to the fat woman recommending a suitable maid, Jenkins caught a glimpse of the old housekeeper he had seen in front of the castle looking for a maid. He should be looking for a maid for that worried little Francis. Cousins work.
There is a difference between a maid and a maid. The former is just a domestic employee who can leave after completing the assigned work, such as the so-called cook and laundry woman. In this era, the maid is a special servant who has signed a long-term contract. Live in the employer's home and complete all requirements of the employer.
The criterion here is only the scope covered by the employment agreement and the maid's wages... and the channels for hiring the maid.
Human trafficking, prostitution to pay debts, bankrupt families, domestic servants, everything is possible, but Jenkins has too many secrets, and he will not allow any woman to get close to him like this.
It is not easy to find a cleaning lady who is diligent and has good credit, especially if he is not willing to spend too much. The agent left 1 shilling as the registration fee, and the fat woman promised that Jenkins would come back next week and she would be able to find a suitable candidate.
After Jenkins promised the coachman that the chocolate would never be excreted indiscriminately, one person and one cat got into the carriage and headed to the city pet management center on the outskirts of the city.
When I came out of the post office, I bought a copy of today's "Nolan Daily" from the newspaper boy on the street. The reward offered by the man in black is still hanging at the bottom of the advertisement area, but the amount has been increased to 500 pounds. The newly added crime is Sneak into Nolan Fifth Public Hospital to desecrate the corpse.
"Tsk tsk, there are all kinds of perverts now, and there are still people who will desecrate corpses."
Jenkins sighed.
"yes."
The coachman took the reins and agreed in a muffled voice without looking back, "The person who read the newspaper for everyone also read the reward. He killed people first, then robbed, and now he did something like this again. Ms. Yinyue (referring to no one) Moon of Light) please, this must not be a serial killer."
"Do you still ask people to read newspapers?"
Jenkins is somewhat interested.
"Yes, in the early morning, on the way to work, Mr. Clark would chat with our group of coachmen, and we would sometimes ask him to help him read the newspaper. Only by being able to read and write is there a way out. A few days ago, there was news that Mr. Craftsman's [Creation and Machinery] The church invented a steam carriage that doesn't need horses. I don't know when, our group of people will... "
"Mr. Clark is really a good man, but you don't have to worry too much. Didn't the newspaper say that the steam-powered carriage was just a test product? I heard that the steam oven exploded."
"Thank you for your comfort."
The coachman was still sullen.
"Why don't you join the [Knowledge and Books] Church's night school? Don't they spread knowledge to the public for free?"
Jenkins asked, but knew the answer in his heart.
"I'm too old to continue my studies...and the whole family relies on my car to eat, how can I waste my evening time doing other things?"
Gently ringing the bell hanging by his side to remind the passers-by in front to pay attention to the carriage, the driver's actions were unexpected vicissitudes.
"it is as expected."
Jenkins sighed inwardly.
Ahead is a three-fork intersection, of which the road on the left is the shortest, but the most difficult to walk, and it has to go through a forest;
Even if the world has a church that inherits sages and the spread of knowledge has been promoted in certain aspects, the barrier between the poor and the rich is still difficult to break. In other words, class solidification is serious, and there is no way for the bottom of society to rise. Even in the relatively progressive city of Nolan, the population of slums still accounts for one-third of the entire city.
They were digested and absorbed by the smoky steam factory and the gangsters hiding in the dark. If the original owner Jenkins didn't ask deliberately, he would never experience the hard work of the poor at the bottom in his life.
In contrast, the coachman has at least a fixed income, which is much better than being squeezed out of his life in a steam factory or dying in gang fights.
Jenkins was able to accept the inheritance of sages as his belief in his heart, and he also admired her ability to spread knowledge and help those poor people. Even if it doesn't do much, at least his church is doing it.
When getting out of the car, Jenkins gave the driver an extra 1 shilling for the fare. The driver took off his hat and bowed deeply in the direction Jenkins was leaving.
The City Pet Management Center is located in a three-story red-tiled building on the outskirts of the city, not far from several magnificent aristocratic manors.
It seems that there is also a function of taking in stray pets here. Before stepping into the yard, Jenkins could smell a stench of feces and food mixed together.
"Chocolate must not learn from them."
Jenkins warned his cat in a low voice, and when he looked up, he saw the carriage of the Mihail family parked not far away. The coachman was a thin middle-aged man with scars on his face. Judging from his temperament, he should be a retired policeman or soldier.
He had sent Miss Michael and Miss Hessa to Papa's Antiques, so the man knew Jenkins.