Chapter 61
"Put harder, put it here, don't hit the bottle over there in the corner." Someone ordered the delivery worker to avoid the odds and ends at his feet, and move the heavy box upstairs. This is already the third time in the afternoon.

Lucius picked a box against the wall and sat down, holding a glass of water and blowing hot air.It was handed to him by Kraft, the notoriously clean-spirited man who was skeptical of the Elm Street well and insisted on boiling it before handing it to him.

Even if he explained by the well for a long time that his throat was sore, he could only sip in small sips. It was hard to say whether he drank more water or dried up more saliva.

Today's itinerary is not difficult. A nobleman with a sword, with his family's reputation as a guarantee, is very convincing to build two new wells nearby, and all they have to do is temporarily take a longer distance. Get water elsewhere.

In addition, the strange "sleeping sickness" has caused people to panic, and all kinds of rumors are everywhere, which are more pervasive than the salty breeze, and there are more barnacles than growing on the reef, including many claiming to be related to the well water.

At this time, an academician of noble origin can come and tell them that there is a problem with the well water, which somewhat alleviates the fear of the elusive unknown in his heart.

In fact, the people living here certainly don't know what's wrong with the well water that can make people sleep hard, they don't know what the academy studies, and they don't understand the differences between different nobles.

But at least people in Wendeng Hong Kong have heard of such a college, and it is enough to know that this identity is very powerful.If you really don't know, you can take a look at the sword, it may be able to effectively help you understand this problem.

As long as Lucius takes over after Kraft's mouth is dry, he can explain clearly to the people who come after him, and there are some explicit or hints about his identity. It's not too difficult a job, at least it's much better than he imagined. .

After sighing how useful certain identities are, he took another sip of water, the warm water slid down the esophagus, and the warmth circulated in the stomach.In the cold season, holding a cup of hot water is really good.

They were in a small three-story building, not including the attic, that Kraft had just rented on Elm Street.

The person who built this house obviously did not consider the site properly. It was stuck on the narrow site between the two old houses, and the walls on both sides were attached to the neighboring houses. prolate structure.Except for the stairs, there is only one room and narrow corridor on each floor.

Due to the cramped space, there are no windows on both sides on the first and second floors below. Windows are only opened on the front of the house. The lighting is extremely poor, and it is necessary to go up the stairs in the dark during the day.

At the same time, still due to space constraints, the stairs are made quite steep, so you don't have to bend down when you go up the stairs with both hands and feet.

Combining these factors, plus just next to the salt tide area, the rent of the house has been suppressed to the point where those who see it are sad and those who hear it cry.

The original owner, who was on crutches, assured them that there was no other place as cheap as this in Wendeng Port except in the Yantide area.If he can find it, he immediately lowers the price even lower than there.

Connecting his experience of almost falling down the stairs and the image of the owner, Lucius wanted to turn around and leave, but Kraft was unexpectedly satisfied with the house, and decided to rent it for a month on the spot. He even felt that Kraft Ford had the idea of ​​buying it outright.

Based on what he has always known about Kraft, the price factor is not the reason, but he can't think of any other reason to choose this building that may be harmful to the residents' upper limb bones, lower limb bones, skull, ribs, and all bones and their protection when going downstairs. Soft tissue shelters with severe adverse effects.

"Give it a go, borrow it."

Lucius put his feet back and let the hired worker squeeze past.He didn't see the list that Kraft handed to Liston, but it wasn't too much, and it didn't look like the daily necessities hoarded for long-term living here.

The fourth group of hired workers carried the boxes up, their shoulders sank slightly under the weight, and there was a slight sound of metal clashing from inside the wooden box.

Out of the curiosity of an idler, Lucius followed up and patted the box, and a more obvious metallic sound came from inside, "What's in here?"

The hired worker obviously regarded him as the person in charge here, unloaded the box and leaned against the wall, pretending to be chattering, and took a break by answering his questions.

"There are not many people buying some clips in stock. It's rare that someone wants so many this time, so they just sold them at a low price." He wiped the sweat from his brow, and wanted to dig out a bunch of old things and carry them to the buyer's designated place. The place is not easy.

"Clip?"

The employee's answer was beyond Lucius' guess. In my impression, the largest clip was no bigger than the palm of your hand, so how many clips should there be in a box?
"Yes, the clip." He shook the box, allowing Lucius to hear the clanking of the large iron inside, "To tell you the truth, it's not a good material, it's ugly, but it's better if you use it enough."

"Sounds big?"

"Of course, the trap can't be small. I heard that there are bears in the mountains that are taller than a person. This is not the biggest one."

After the hired worker finished speaking, he carried the box and continued upstairs. Lucius looked at the box in shock, unable to imagine what Kraft would do with these murder weapons.

The heavy footsteps kept ringing upstairs, that is, more people placed various objects on the upper floor according to the owner's wishes, and at least about ten such large boxes had been lifted up.

A faint voice of conversation came from the attic: "Yes, I want this, there should be...will it arrive in a while? No problem, just deliver it before the sun goes down."

Now Lucius couldn't sit still.He opened the box that had been padded under his buttocks, and a smell of grease wafted out, accompanied by a salty and fishy smell.Neatly arranged small cans, sealed with corks.

Picking up one of the cans and uncorking the cork, the strong smell reminded Lucius of what it was.

A whole case of fish oil.

Take the oil made from a fat fish called "sunfish". It tastes extremely bad because of its excessive fat and heavy fishy smell.In Wendeng Port, where there is not much shortage of food, people hate ghosts, so it was developed for this purpose.

Facts have proved that the oil made from unpalatable fish is not popular, and even used as lamp oil has a pungent burning smell.

Once, he had the misfortune to taste a dish cooked in this oil, and it was as if some creamy and foul-smelling membrane covered his tongue, and several swishes did not wash away the bad feeling it brought.

The only advantage of this kind of thing may be that it is easy to be ignited, and it can be soaked in a small amount of firelighter, and it can be burned with only a little spark.There are jokes in the harbor that the whole boat was burned because the sunfish was placed too close to the brazier, although the truth is questionable.

After closing the box, Lucius was going to go upstairs to see what project needed these things.Just as he started to walk up the stairs, a weak voice came from behind.

"Is Kraft here?"

"Yes, come in by yourself!"

Turning around to look at the door, a child wearing wear-resistant linen fabric poked out half of his head from behind the door, as if some hired worker came out to help.Perhaps frightened by the somewhat impatient tone, he flinched when Lucius looked over.

Despite a little restlessness, he calmed down and adjusted his expression as he walked down the stairs so that he would not look too intimidating to the child.

"That's right, congratulations, you've found the right place, and you've done a great job. What's the matter?" Lucius asked with as gentle a tone as possible, with a smile that barely made sense.

The experience of dealing with children with intussusception with Kraft taught him a little bit, such as how to communicate with children correctly and effectively,
"Someone gave me this, so come here and find someone named Kraft, and tell him to go to a place right away." The child spread out his palm, and there was a copper coin in it, "and he said that Kraft would give me another. "

"Where?"

The little face was raised, watching him without speaking.

"Okay, okay, pretty smart." Lucius took out a shiny new copper coin and handed it to him, "Look, is this good enough? Tell me what that person said."

The child happily took the money and stuffed it into his pocket. The witty behavior of the person in front of him won his trust, and he even forgot to ask if it was Kraft himself.

"He said go find him at the third door on Pelican Street beyond the tree, and that's all."

The smile gradually disappeared on Lucius' face, "Did that person say his name?"

"Ah, by the way, I almost forgot about this, and he told me that Liston asked me to come. That's all." Probably because he got paid but didn't do things well, the child turned his face away in embarrassment .

"Thank you, you did a great job."

The child who sent the message ran away happily, and Lucius watched him go away with a solemn expression, thinking about the location silently, "Pelican Street, the side with the trees, the third door?"

It's not because he has never heard of this address, on the contrary, he is so familiar with this place that it is impossible to forget it. He visits it more or less every year, but it is the last thing he wants to hear at this time. a place.

Professor Kalman's mansion.

Looking up, the dark and steep stairs zigzag up, and the noise of moving heavy objects is still ringing, sometimes there are knocking and talking.No one seems to have noticed the small conversation happening here, everyone is busy with their own, and has no time to be distracted.

In the attic on the top floor, Kraft should be arranging the results of his unknown purchases and arranging this new foothold.

Lucius walked out of the main entrance, closed the door behind his back, picked up the water glass, and took a sip of the already cool boiled water.

Elm Street is not long, and if you look to one side, you can see the baker Brad's house they visited last time.Beyond these houses, there is the salt tide area not far behind. The unique salty smell that is not easy to detect floats from that direction, and you don't need to see it to know its existence.

This feeling is amazing, across the street, there is a completely different environment that cannot be seen.Like a wafting salty smell, it's easy to miss in your consciousness if you don't pay attention, but you know it's real, and so are its inhabitants.

Lucius took another sip of water, sipped it in his mouth for a while, and then swallowed it. The cool liquid moisturised his lips and dry vocal cords.shouted to the attic windows:
"Kraft, there is something urgent!"

 Knowing that a more powerful and indescribable being watches this plane, bringing a large number of observers of another world, wandering in an undetectable perspective, leaving some kind of trace.

  Activity: +10
  San value: -100
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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