Randolph Lodge is located on James Street.

James is a celebrity in Reims, a former celebrity who single-handedly dragged down several high priests of the Amurs during the war against the Amurs many years ago, and finally fell in the burning city of Reims.

After the city of Reims returned to the arms of the French Empire, there was a street named after him.

Randolph was also a celebrity, a celebrity who was still alive, but his fame was only in the streets of Fallen, and he was a man of black and white, with a dilapidated inn for clients and prostitutes, and if you were a stranger, and if you were a country guest with no background, then you had better be prepared to leave with a large sum of money.

This inn is Randolph's main business, in addition to that, he also colludes with the thieves gang to collect the stolen goods as a broker and earn the middle price, after all, there are many gentlemen who do not want to deal with the thieves personally, the problem is that those gentlemen themselves have no money, and they cannot afford the luxury goods in the Fifth Avenue window, so they can only buy the stolen goods from the big black fat man like Randolph.

Oh, forgot to say a word.

Fallen Street is James Street, this street in the port district, named after the hero, has now become a very famous red light district, not only with many bars and hotels, but at night, under the street lamps, there are many floating women with the smell of inferior perfumes, heavy makeup, and fancy dress to the passing men.

I don't know how that one would feel if he lived again in the present.

For Randolph, it doesn't matter what others think, what matters is what he has.

This fat paper, which has a huge body and weighs more than 300 pounds, sits in the cashier room of the hotel, the window is isolated from the outside by a heavy iron bar, and the guests can only stand outside the iron bar when they check in.

Even Randolph has been robbed by desperate guys on the street.

Although, most of the daring ones were picked up by him and thrown down the Reims River to be eaten by the fish, but there were also a few who completed his adventure, robbed him of his money and fled with impunity.

After all, you can't catch itinerant bandits who never stop in a city.

So, with this protection now.

At this time, there are no guests because it is raining outside.

This big black fat man is also doing his favorite thing in the house, that is, holding a gold watch and gently wiping it with a white clean cotton cloth, even if there is no trace of smudge on it, a trace of dust, it has been shining, he still repeats that action, his eyes are staring at the golden light emitted from the gold watch, his expression is intoxicated, his lips are slightly open, and there are some white flowers and spit at the corners of his mouth.

It looks particularly boring, but it is one of the few pleasures he has.

He often told his friends that he was supposed to have the blood of an ancient wyvern, otherwise, why didn't he have resistance to those shiny things?

At that moment, footsteps rang out from the other side of the hallway.

It was the sound of the heels of high heels hitting the wooden floor, very crisp.

Randolph was so familiar with this sound that every day he could hear the heels of all sorts of high heels hitting the floor, and even the owner of the sound belonged to someone, as long as he paid a little attention, he could tell which one belonged to.

As the voice drew nearer and nearer, he raised his head and narrowed his small eyes.

He and even this guy, although he didn't know the name, there were so many prostitutes who came and went, he didn't have the leisure to remember their names, after all, these girls were like dandelions on the mountain, and when the wind blew, they didn't know where they went.

What's the point of remembering names?

What's more, these guys will use pseudonyms and will not use their real names.

However, Randolph used numbers for the women to make it easier for him.

The woman is number 13.

The reason why it was the 13th was because she first entered the hotel on October 13 last year, at that time, she had a pair of timid eyes, like a frightened deer in the mountains, she was so pitiful, at that time, she had beautiful blonde hair, and her appearance was extremely high, just like the women on the posters posted outside the window of the big trading company.

At that time, he was hard-hearted and inevitably had some feelings.

Of course, this feeling quickly faded with the wind.

He had lived here for too much time, he had seen too much ugliness, and he himself was a part of the ugliness, pity, care, and so on were far rarer than this precious cold thing in his hand.

The number 13 in Randolph's eyes is none other than Landingale, and here, her nickname is Fantine.

At that time, her eyes were still timid, with fear, uneasiness, and agility, and now, there was only numbness, indifference, and lifelessness in these eyes.

When she's working, she thinks of herself as someone else.

When she really can't bear it, she will miss the little baby who is fostered in the distance, so that there is a glimmer of light in her eyes, and there is hope to continue to live.

Even if the world is hell!

She would rather struggle in hell than let her children live in heaven.

As usual, as she walked out of the room, she drew a cross on her breast, prayed to the gods, and then, with tired steps, walked down the stairs, walked down the long corridor, and walked to the foyer in a loud voice.

Looking outside, the rain was pouring down.

She couldn't help but sigh.

The regular guest was sleeping in his room, and he had umbrellas there, not one, but two, for, when he went out, Landingale had forgotten to take his own with him.

At this time, it is not a good thing to walk back and knock on the door to wake up the guest and open the door to get an umbrella.

You know, she has no way to pick customers, most of the men she meets are some disgusting, dirty, rude and even tyrannical guys, this regular customer is a rare gentle guy, the so-called gentleness is only relative, gentle means that this person does not use violence, does not love to communicate, is always silent, after the thing is done, let her leave after the payment, and sleep in the hotel by herself.

This is a rare and good guest!

Go back and wake him up, you may offend the other party.

Landingale walked up to Randolph.

"Boss, borrow an umbrella ......"

Randolph looked up, his eyes indifferent, like a cold pit viper.

"Fifty pfennig!"

Hearing the other party say this, Landingale didn't say a word, turned around and walked towards the hallway.

She would rather offend that regular customer than pay fifty pfennigs, and to make money from her is like cutting meat from her.

After taking two steps, though, she stopped.

She turned her head.

Randolph also looked at the door, his eyes inexplicably surprised.

A dark shadow floated in from outside the hotel.