Man in the old days, Lord of the Seven Sins

Chapter 13 I Decided to Give You More Money

Old calendar April 1588, 4, rain.

The sky was gray, and the fine raindrops fell on the bluestone bricks of the road, making a ticking sound.

On the street, a tall man wearing a black overcoat, a black mechanical beak mask, and a black medicine box hanging from his shoulders, holding a black umbrella, stood at the gate of the Old London Authority.

The mechanical gears on the side of the bird's beak mask always emit a lot of steam with every breath of this person.

Black leather gloves reached into the coat pocket and took out a mechanical pocket watch.

"Boom"

The bell rang at 8 o'clock.

The door of the management office opened slowly.

The gatekeeper of the Administration Bureau who woke up in the morning yawned and opened the gate from the inside.

A huge shadow appeared under his feet, making his body stiff.

"Sorry, is this the Administration?" The indifferent voice filled with a strong mechanical smell made the guard wipe the fine cold sweat from his forehead.

Turning his head with a stiff neck, the guard saw a presence that terrified him.

The approaching black mechanical bird's beak was almost close to the face, the cold pale jade eyes without a trace of emotion, the scorching steam emitted from the bird's beak from time to time boiled on the face.

"Yes, my lord, do you have anything to entrust or complain about?"

The guard dealt with it carefully.

"No, you're busy, I'm just here to wait for someone."

"Ok."

The guard stepped back humbly and stood aside respectfully.

Walking into the hall, Rhodes randomly found a place and waited.

At 8:15, a group of journalists who seemed to have received some news rushed to the administration from various places, but they were all blocked by the guards.

When dealing with reporters, the doorman still has a hand.

Rhodes turned his head, glanced at the reporters at the door, and continued to close his eyes to rest.

At 8:30, a carriage engraved with the coat of arms of a golden lion stopped at the entrance of the Administration Bureau.

Wearing a light white tunic, white breeches, white boots, ponytail, a rapier and a silver rose-patterned pistol pinned to her waist, the dignified Margaret stepped out of the carriage.

"Miss Margaret, is your decision true?"

"Ah."

The reporter who got an affirmative answer frantically recorded in his notebook.

"What is your opinion on the recent disappearance of women?"

"Sorry, no comment."

"Excuse me, why did you choose to intervene in this matter at this point in time?"

Hear this.

Margaret turned around and looked at the reporters around her, as well as the growing crowd of people in the distance.

There seemed to be light in her eyes.

She leaned on the hilt of the rapier with one hand and whispered:
"I will uphold the belief of justice and kindness to bring hope to people who are in fear.

For this, even if it costs my life, I will not hesitate.

Here, I will use the hands of all reporters to formally express my respect to the dark and demon scum hidden in the shadows and chaos,
declare war! "

After finishing the words, Margaret drew out the rapier at her waist and held it up high. Behind her, the flag representing the Golden Lion family was held up high by the guards, fluttering in the wind.

A pale white light floated on the silver-white sword body.

This is a blessing from the Seven Virtues, the strengths Margaret inherited.

Although the current power is still insignificant, Margaret firmly believes in it, and will keep her faith and move forward.

Under the rain, the old-fashioned cameras in the hands of the reporters frantically recorded this exciting publicity.

The sound of boiling and discussion resounded in the square at this moment.

In the crowd, a pair of brown pupils looked at Margaret quietly, and the mouth hidden under the hood was slightly raised.

Truly an honest and kind man.

In the hall of the administration.

Rhodes, who had listened to Margaret's speech throughout, couldn't help but applaud Margaret's decision.

Although her philosophy is somewhat different from her own values.

But the other party's declaration still won Rhode's respect.

Rhodes decided to make a little effort in the case of fishing. After all, Yorkshire also paid a full 5 crowns for this.

Of course, more importantly, Margaret is also a generous person.

At 9:[-], in the conference room on the third floor of the Administration Bureau.

Rhodes sat quietly in the corner, playing with the scalpel in his hand.

The unique precision mechanical circulation system inside the mechanical beak mask ensures that he can enjoy fresh air that filters out dust and a lot of pollution in the air at any time.

John walked into the meeting room with a stack of documents in his arms.

He glanced at Rhodes who was sitting in the corner, and his body shivered subconsciously, but when he thought that this was the Bureau of Investigation, he forcibly straightened his back.

Hand over a sorted document to Rhodes.

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, I will leave this matter to you."

Rhodes nodded and looked at the document in his hand.

At 9:15, after discussing with the director of the administration, Margaret walked into the meeting room.

"Welcome, Miss Margaret." John, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up, with a flattering smile on his slightly swollen face.

"Investigator John, I have to leave this matter to you." Margaret nodded, and then looked at the figure sitting in the corner.

A pitch-black beak mask, a black overcoat, and a black medicine box at his feet.

"This, is Mr. Plague Doctor?" Margaret approached, with a solemn expression on her face.

"Hmm." The indifferent voice mixed with steam and machinery echoed in the meeting room.

"I hope your Excellency can help me." Margaret bowed and performed a knightly salute. As a person admired by her brother, the level of Mr. Epidemic Doctor must not be low, after all, her brother has always had a good vision.

"Yeah." It was still an indifferent response.

Margaret took out an envelope from her arms and put it in the hands of Mr. Plague Doctor.

"I heard from my brother that you are very obsessed with money, so I decided to give you more money. Here is 10 crowns. I hope you can accept it."

Under the mask, the corners of Rhodes' mouth curled up slightly.

As expected of brothers and sisters.

"I see."

Rhodes accepted the envelope under John's jealous and greedy eyes, and at the same time, he also harvested two light spheres of power of sin, orange and green.

The three of them each made a brief introduction.

John began to describe the current progress of the investigation.

"Last night, we received a report from the public that a demon suspected to be a dead body was found at 79 York Street.

From the photos taken by the other party, I can preliminarily conclude that this is the corpse I saw floating in the river near the old London slaughterhouse.

As for how it changed from a corpse to a demon, it can only be studied after it is captured. "

John took out several photos from the file bag and handed them to Rhodes and Margaret respectively.

Looking at the photo in his hand, Rhodes was sure it was the one he had met on the street before.

It was Margaret, her face was solemn, as if she remembered something, she paused, and she said slowly:

"I have seen a form similar to this demon in a book, it is likely to be man-made, and the purpose of making them is probably to complete some kind of ritual.

They are nothing more than a beacon to find suitable candidates. "

Margaret's words made John's complexion suddenly change.

It's okay if it's just a simple missing woman case, but if this kind of mysterious side is involved, an investigator of his level is completely powerless to deal with it.

Does he really want to say that he can quit?

But seeing Margaret's dignified face and Mr. Epidemic Doctor's indifferent pupils staring at him all the time, he could only swallow dryly. After thinking for a long time, he could only ask in a trembling voice:
"Miss Margaret, do we need to apply for support?"

(End of this chapter)