"That gentleness, that thoughtfulness, even in a dream, makes it hard to refuse......"

Eaton said with a "you know" look.

Dude, is your dream serious? Douglas secretly scolded himself, silently knocked on his vision, and observed the color of Eton's aura.

From the perspective of spiritual vision, the etheric body on the outer layer of Eaton's aura is shrouded in a relatively uniform white, and the hands, feet, brain, internal organs and other places have different colors, with different thicknesses; The deeper astral spirits are dominated by a rainbow of red, mixed with a happy and outgoing yellow and a warm and contented orange......

After a "metaphysical" judgment, Douglas only saw his physical tiredness and a small mental agitation, and thought that there was nothing wrong with it, because Eaton, as a single man of twenty-five or sixteen years old without a partner, was normal to have occasional dreams.

"This may be a sign that you should be looking for the perfect lady to start a family." He glanced at Eaton and said with some schadenfreude.

The latter immediately shook his head slightly, and said resolutely: "No, no, marriage is an important thing, which requires both parties to have a good economic foundation, both need to have sufficient patience and responsibility, and need long-term investigation and persistence. I don't think I'm ready to spend my life with a lady. ”

That's why you have that kind of dream? Douglas grinned and admonished, "You also need a healthy body."

"Of course." Eton subconsciously agreed, and then felt that something was wrong, and couldn't help but glance at Douglas, seeing that the latter looked normal and concerned, he silently swallowed the question, and began to look forward to a better life during the summer vacation.

As a public school teacher, his summer vacation can last from mid-June to early August. This made Douglas both nostalgic and envious.

As an extraordinary person, as a "public official", he does not have a fixed holiday, and he still needs to discuss with his good colleagues once a week, and long holidays do not exist.

Well, when you take over the branch of the Aurora Society, let alone the holidays, it's a question of whether you can get enough sleep! Thinking of this, Douglaston felt like he couldn't laugh, so he had to play to his strengths and listen to Eaton's description of the rural scenery of White Cliffs.

To the east and south of Beckland, White Cliffs is a gentle mountain meadow with meandering rivers and beautiful sunsets, a rugged coastline and rocky fjords and distinctive chalky cliffs. Visitors can stroll through the dark green fields and look at the ancient cliffs that are rendered red by the sunset, the swaying grass tips brushing the palms of the hands, and the sound of the surging waves filling the ears, the body and mind will be fully relaxed, and all worries and stresses will be forgotten.

The topography and coast meant that the near-shore draft was too shallow to accommodate large ships and less arable land, so it was historically an unobtrusive place, rarely visited by outsiders except smugglers.

Until the advent and extensive construction of steam trains gave people the opportunity to get out of their hometowns, tourism gradually flourished, becoming one of the "decent" pursuits of middle-class families, and Baiya Town became a popular tourist attraction with its good natural scenery and proximity to the capital.

In fact, it is also quite suitable for the elderly...... Listening to this, this thought suddenly popped into Douglass's head.

At present, although Rune has concepts such as retirement annuities, the scope of implementation is limited to some government and military departments, and it is not popularized. The middle class also has little concept of saving, unless family members are ready to get married and save money. Many people prepare for retirement by buying a few insurances and some state bonds - thanks to Russell's "creation" and advocacy, these financial industries have developed vigorously until now.

As for the concept of "pension", it is even more vague. While the social culture encourages families to take on the responsibility of providing for the elderly, many welfare facilities and many living needs are actually realized by institutions such as welfare homes and almshouses under the church, which are difficult to operate.

So after this idea turned around, Douglas regretfully put it down, feeling that there was little room for investment in this area, and the upfront investment and later maintenance costs were too high.

Although he is not short of money at the moment, the idea of investing something to make money has been growing stronger recently. However, for an older liberal arts student who does not have sufficient funds, it is a little difficult to find the right investment direction.

After a leisurely two-hour stroll through the magazines and a leisurely two-hour stay at the association, Douglas boarded the public carriage and returned to the East End.

In the car, he unobtrusively touched the obsidian pendulum and divined it with the phrase "It is very risky to go to the Eastern End tonight", and received a negative reply.

Divination is not everything, but something is better than nothing!

Although he didn't think that the Phillips had the leisure to take revenge on themselves, the gangsters, an industry that relied on their faces, would still threaten the right to offer a bounty or something, so Douglas still adopted a heartfelt attitude and deliberately walked against the outside of the building and the walls.

In this way, even if a few guns were fired in a salvo, it would be enough for him to react, relying on penetrating the wall to directly block the attack.

As for exposing their extraordinary abilities? Douglas didn't care, although the church had a confidentiality agreement, it was obviously accommodating in an emergency, and he himself was secretly planning how to make it extraordinary, and the more people saw the extraordinary ability, he could make less effort.

As soon as he entered the familiar bar, Douglas noticed that many people were looking at him. He didn't pause, looking around leisurely as he walked to the bar.

Seeing his fearless attitude, some withdrew their gaze and refocused on the beer or cards in their hands, while others silently pressed their hands to their waists, rubbing their guns or knives.

The bodyguards standing by the door and in the corner of the bar were more nervous than them, for fear of causing some trouble.

No one cares about dying in any dirty, smelly corner of the street, but bars are open for information exchange and are never welcome. After all, gang members, criminals, and bounty hunters come and go here all day long, and if you make a fuss today, you can make a big fuss tomorrow, not to mention how it affects your business and reputation, just tidying up is troublesome enough.

The bartender behind the bar watched Douglas walk up, put down the glass he was wiping, and asked with his eyes what he needed.

"Southwell Beer." Douglas pulled out a few coins and jingled them to the bar, then placed two crumpled one-soule bills and asked curiously, "How much can I get for my bounty?" ”

"Five pounds." The bartender unscrewed the faucet and poured a glass of beer with thick foam, pushed it in front of him, and replied with a few words.

The latter sighed loudly: "Not high enough......"

The drinkers sitting near the bar pretended not to hear and did their own things, and no one spoke.

After taking two sips of beer, Douglas wiped the foam from his lips with the back of his hand and said to the bartender, "Who is the leader of the Whiskers in charge of that shack in the factory area?" I want to know where he is often seen. ”

The bartender shook his head slowly.

“…… Can you really sell wine like this? Douglas looked at him and asked sincerely.

Generally speaking, bartenders who serve customers at the bar are more lively and talkative, so as to earn a commission and tips for selling alcohol.

The bartender patiently explained: "What you can sell depends only on how much money they have in their pockets." ”

All right...... Douglas stopped talking to the stuffy gourd, turned around and plunged into the crowd with a glass of wine, and soon saw a man with a face as long as a horse, a darker complexion, and a clear highland man sitting at the card table, this man had speckled red blisters on his exposed arms and face.

It was an inevitable problem of a long time in and out of a customary place, and the mere glance made Douglas feel very sick.

He walked towards the horse-faced man with his wine glass, who was scolding and throwing cards on the table, when he saw Douglas approaching, and said casually, "What are you doing with the Whisks?" Let's stay honest for a few days, after all, there are too many guys who want to make a quick buck. ”

"Something else." Douglas threw his glass into the distance with some disgust, "Just tell me where to find someone." ”

"Where else can Ron with a crooked nose go, go to the woman's bed to find it! Damn, what a bad ......"

As he spoke, the horse-faced man slapped the table irritably, turning his head to look at Douglas as he folded his cards, and motioned for him to come and play as well.

It's all lost like this, who gave you the courage to play cards with the "master of tricks"? Douglas shook his head, and paid the horse-faced man to get the address of the Whisker Party leader, Crooked Nose, Ron's usual place and the apartment where he kept his mistress.

As he got up to leave, the horse-faced man shouted from behind, "Hey, your wine!"

"I've got you." Just looking at the guy made me feel unappetizing, and Douglas had no desire to finish the drink.

Walking out of the tavern against the crowd, Douglas first circled twice to shake off the little tails who had come out to earn five pounds of extra money, and according to the information, he came to a legal brothel called "Little Nightingale", which belonged to the mid-to-high-end establishments run by the Whiskis.