However, the quill pen did not stop writing because he was stunned, and the pages were soon filled with words like a swipe.

"Look at the description I just made, how is the writing?"

"Strange. My arrangement is obviously that you get the recipe in a month, but your speed is too fast. ”

"Something seems to be interfering."

"It's not a good thing for a man to be too fast."

"Under the bed in the bedroom on the second floor of the 'Lawson Folk Herb Shop', there is a bag of forgotten herbs, and that thing can help you."

Grandin ignored the spam message and picked what he could reply to and wrote:

"Yes, the writing has improved, the focus is focused, and it is attractive enough."

If I change the protagonist, I might urge it to change.

Grandin paused for a moment, then went on to write:

"It was my last night in Tingen. So hurry up, let's pick up yesterday's topic and talk about the environmental description of the story. Of course, we still use the example of 'day at public school'......"

"Don't go to school! Don't be yellow-haired! Change one! ”

The words on the page rebelled fiercely.

Grandin compromised:

"Then let's change it. There used to be two countries that were hostile to each other, and a war that swept across the continent could break out at any time. The princess of one of the countries decided to go to the enemy country for the sake of love and peace. But the main battle faction in the country was ready to assassinate her, but fortunately she was saved by the male protagonist. On the other side, the princess's white-haired knight also made an action and came to the enemy country to find the princess ......???.. coM

......

Wake up by the sunlight outside the window, Ince Zangwill's eyes suddenly opened.

His expression was calm, and he only felt that his right hand, which was tied to '0-08', was sore.

As expected, there were dozens of more pages of garbled text on the notebook.

He slowly flipped back page by page, and finally read the only piece of information—

"Don't be yellow-haired! Don't be yellow-haired! Don't be yellow-haired! ”

Ince Zangwill's pupils fluttered, and his hand subconsciously touched his dark golden hair.

......

Grandin arrives at Blackthorn Security as soon as the clouds let out the first rays of light.

He stayed up late. Because the passion for creation last night has not subsided, and the spirit is fine for the time being. In order not to leave regrets, he had already tried to finish the story yesterday.

In the story, the two protagonists fight to the death for the princess, and the princess is very moved. But in the end, he married a yellow-haired passerby who had no more than 30 lines.

As for the feelings of '0-08', it was not in his consideration.

The security company was quiet, but he managed to find Captain Dunn. The biological clock of the 'sleepless' is so amazing that they naturally have more working hours than others.

He handed over the papers to Captain Dunn and handed over the task. Then catch the first steam train and head to Beckland. It's a bit of a shame not to say goodbye to Mr. Fool, but there's a chance next time.

On the train, he made up for his sleep, and there were no derailments or emergencies along the way. He just slept and went back to the big city of 5 million people.

At 10:12 a.m., Grandin carried his suitcase, followed the sparse traveler off the train, and stepped onto the ground of Beckland.

"Sneer——!"

A large amount of steam poured out of the front of the train. As soon as the train stopped, the coaling truck approached, and three or four men wielded shovels and cooperated with cranes to quickly refuel the train.

"Bob! Watch the direction, damn it, speed up! ”

The foreman in the team yelled angrily.

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Because of his extraordinary hearing, the foreman's complaint was sent into Grandin's ears by the wind.

Grandin, who was passing by the front of the car, turned his head and found that the reprimanded Bob was probably in his forties. He has a somewhat rickety build, dark brown skin, and a purple red face from prolonged sun exposure.

This used to be a farmer.

Grandin's eyes were deep and he was quick to make a judgment.

He hadn't felt it when he had been living in Bakeland, but after two days away, he suddenly noticed the changes that were taking place in the city.

Among the unloading workers and cleaning staff in charge of cleaning at the station, there are many people with a temperament similar to Bob's. They all have the caution and restraint on their faces when they first enter the big city.

The repealed 'Grain Laws' are profoundly affecting the people of the kingdom.

In the dark, Grandin felt that there were large expanses of fate intertwined, like thunderclouds. He lowered his hat and silently joined the crowd and left the platform.

There was still someone waiting for him at home.

At 11:30 a.m., Grandin arrived at the Joe Wood district, Hugh and Forth's residence, but there was no one in the apartment. If they act strictly according to his orders, then the two of them will only appear in the black market in the East End if they do not rest in the apartment.

After eliminating a few black markets that were closed during the day, he arranged the remaining black markets in the East End in order from near to far.

Grandin decided to follow this order to find his informants, and by the way, to see if there were any spiritual materials he needed.

At 11:50, Grandin arrives on the East End. It was lunchtime, and the roadside was full of small food stalls, and the workers who were eating communicated in rough voices:

"First it was ten hours, and now it's twelve. I have to keep this intensity every day to compete with them, and those people won't get tired? ”

His complaint drew a chorus of approval.

"Damn it! My weekly salary has even been lowered! ”

"If this continues, I can only eat nutritious paste......"

It's like a chain reaction, with all sorts of complaints filling the streets.

After passing through a fish-killing shop, through the alleys, and handing the janitor a 2p toll, Grandin entered the largest black market in the East End.

The open-air black market is full of colorful tents, and if you look at it, you will build a house out of wooden planks and stone bricks to use as a shop. Others simply lay a layer of paper on the floor and put what they want to sell on it, waiting for buyers to patronize it.

It's not easy to find someone here, but Grandin quickly discovers his target.

He walked straight to a bench and sat down there.

On the other side of the bench was an old man who looked to be in his 50s, and he still had a strange smell on his body.

"How's it going?" Grandin stretched his legs relaxedly and began to look around for Hugh and Furth after the disguise.

No one answered him, and time passed in silence.

"Rowena, are you asleep?"

Grandin searched for the skinny one in the crowd and found the other in the process. The disguise techniques of the two of them had advanced again, and it would have been difficult for him to find out if it weren't for the obvious features.

"How did you recognize me?"

The old scavenger's head turned towards Grandin. The skin on his face was loose and his eyes were cloudy, but his voice was as beautiful as a nightingale.

This is exactly Rowena.

"It's not that I recognize you, Miss Rowena. It's just that I'm very sensitive to other people's eyes, and you've stayed on me for too long, and your gaze is too enthusiastic. ”