A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

Without any excuse, Gray took away two glasses of light beer with ice cubes while calling her "Miss Angel" one after another. She walked to the man's table and pushed one of the glasses over.

"Mr. Fortes." Gray said softly.

The man paused, raised his head, saw Gray and the light beer in her hand, smiled softly, and put down his pen.

"It's not a good time to drink."

"Have you forgotten that I am a wizard?" Gray responded in a voice that only two people could hear. This title was taught to him by the person in front of him.

"3C, it's still a beast. I will metabolize this alcohol quickly."

In fact, a beast wizard of this level would hardly get drunk if he didn't force himself into it.

"Oh, I forgot." Fords smiled, picked up the light beer and took a sip.

"What do you want me to do?" Gray asked straight to the point.

"Strike was taken away by the police, but they seemed to realize that he would be the trigger of the conflict, so they put him under house arrest in the police station." Fortes changed his tone and said, "At least until now. No other news yet.”

"Yeah." Gray lowered his head and nodded.

"Maybe I can't understand this, you can just tell me your future plans."

"So I want you to continue, you have to assassinate them." Fortes' tone became serious. He tore out two pages from his notebook and wrote two names.

"Steven Roger is white, with black hair, brown eyes, unshaven, and is about 1.8 meters tall; Roll Hall is also white, with blond hair, blue eyes, and is about 1.75 meters tall." Fortes Briefly describe it.

"it is good."

Gray didn't hesitate and wrote down these two names.

"While they are alone, be careful. They are also wizards, but one is C and the other is D." Fords looked at her, pursed his lips, and reminded.

"I know." Gray said.

The two were quiet for a while, but the surrounding voices were still noisy, as if their conversation was just an insignificant thread in the chaos.

Until Fortes suddenly said: "I'm sorry, although I may be able to lie to you and say that this is all for our ideals, but I know that this is indeed not the right thing. Maybe there is a better way, but I am too Stupid, unable to think of a better solution.”

"I know, sir." Gray smiled and shook his head.

"I have done quite a few wrong things. I don't care about two or three."

"Maybe, but at that time you were for justice for many people, but this time I don't know how it will end." Fortes shook his head, "Maybe what Gompers said was not wrong, and what I did was a farce."

"I don't think so, that's all."

Gray stood up and ended the topic.

"Same as before, kill with a pickaxe?"

"Oh, no, you'd better change your approach." Fords reacted, turned around and said, "But don't expose your difference from ordinary people, your existence needs to be hidden."

"understood."

"Also, be careful. Old Bull saw two carriages driving into the police station before. Maybe they called for help, maybe from the BOI or the state police."

"I know." Gray nodded as always, turned and left.

……

She walked across the damp, moldy floor of the tavern, which creaked.

Just as she walked to the door, the heavy wooden door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A man with light brown hair walked in. He looked around and spotted Gray at first sight.

"Mr. Gompers." Gray said hello.

"Grey."

Gompers's eyes were fixed on her, and then his eyes slowly moved to Fortes who was sitting far away.

"What do you want to do?"

"Something that is good for the union." Gray replied succinctly.

"Hmph." Gompers snorted, "Just playing the role of a knight who punishes evil and promotes good? Grey, we are communists, not Robin Hood."

"The purpose of all our activities is to get Hezhong Steel to accept our demands, not to intensify Hezhong Steel's dissatisfaction with us. Only when they are satisfied with our behavior will they agree to our proposal. And you, you are like this There is only one result of this approach: Hezhong Steel will be completely angered by you, and by then, everything we have done will be in vain!"

"I don't understand, Mr. Gompers."

Gray whispered: "If you go by what you said, then steel workers can have a good life as long as they work hard, but my memory tells me that this is obviously contrary to reality."

"This is different. At that time, business owners would not understand the workers' demands, and the only purpose of the strike was to let business owners know these demands, rather than to go against the law. This is something that even children should know!"

"Mr. Gompers, have you seen the workers on the assembly line? Have you seen their three meals a day? You are saying that even with this reality in front of them, business owners still do not realize the lives of workers Not enough?" Gray shook his head.

"If that's the case, you're dumber than me."

Gray said, walking around Gompers' body, who stood there, looking at her with a serious face.

Watching her put on her cloak, her figure swayed and disappeared into the distance.

"Hey, of course he doesn't know, he runs a cigar factory." Someone said in a low voice, which immediately caught Gompers's attention.

The man quickly turned his head and pretended to be playing poker.

Fortes continued to write and draw as if unaffected.

The atmosphere in the tavern became more than a little dull. In fact, everyone here understood that the conflict between Gompers and Mr. Foster had existed for more than a day.

But what they don't know is that Gompers has actually wanted to kick Fortes out of the core layer of the Labor Federation for a long time. The only reason why he didn't dare to do so was Gray.

The latter can easily kill everyone here with the right weapons. This is the importance of a C-level wizard.

……

"You said...she is feeling unwell today?"

Levi was standing in front of Karina's house, which was an independent villa with a small yard, and the garden was neatly maintained.

There was a Victorian-style iron door at the door. After Levi rang the doorbell and waited for a short time, he got a response.

"Yes, she has been bedridden since she learned that Mr. Brown (here is Henry's surname) passed away." The maid said.

"Can't you even take a little time? We are here to investigate Mr. Henry's affairs." Levi said.

"I'm sorry, but she just went to bed, and Mr. Kalina told us not to let anyone disturb her." The maid said firmly.

"Well..." Levi was in trouble. He looked sideways at Field, wanting to seek advice.

"We can force our way in." Field's voice came quickly, "Show the search warrant and ID, and then shout BOI, open the door! That's it."

"Well, I think it's still not good." Levi thought for a moment.

Coercive measures will definitely be dissatisfied by the other party, and if the other party is really unwell, they really cannot ask about the situation.

After thinking for a moment, Levi said: "Okay, then we will come again tomorrow afternoon."

"I hope Miss Karina can spare a little time tomorrow afternoon."