A Wizard's Survival Guide to the 20th Century

After listening to the other party's words, Levi couldn't help but turn around and look at each other with the people next to him.

The meaning is obvious. Regardless of whether Mr. Harrison is involved in this matter or not, his impression of Henry will not be very good...if he knows Henry as a person.

"How influential is Henry, and how far can he go?" Levi asked.

He wanted to use this to judge whether a little book boy like Henry could catch Mr. Harrison's eyes.

"I don't think it will have much influence..." The young man lowered his head and said, "We have limited funds, and more of them are allocated to other projects."

"Perhaps it's just giving speeches and handing out leaflets, limited to a few nearby streets." He pointed.

"……I see."

So Henry is still just a student? This is normal, he is just a high school student...

However, Li Wei thought about it and needed to visit to determine what he had done. There were monsters like Wei Dongyi among high school students.

"You said that resources have been diverted to other projects. What are they specifically?"

The young man thought for a while and said: "For welfare distribution, we will buy some goods that are overstocked in factories, such as cloth and milk, at low prices, then transport them over and distribute them to the lowest workers."

"In this process, we need to bear the freight ourselves, which is a huge expense."

“But recently most of our projects, including this one, have been halted.”

"Why?" Levi asked.

"The new bill prohibits the raising of funds to all illegal organizations, including the Lausanne branch of the Federation of Labor, and our behavior is tantamount to providing funds for them."

It seems that this is why the Labor Life Improvement Foundation is so deserted.

"Have you heard of 'Angel'?" Cruise asked, sitting on another sofa.

"Angel?" The young man thought for a moment and shook his head.

Instead, the girl thought of something and said, "I have the impression that I heard people from the Labor Federation say this name in previous activities."

"When?" Mr. Cruise asked.

"A few weeks ago...probably."

"Did they say anything else?"

"I can't remember clearly," the girl replied softly.

At least it shows that the popularity of "Angel" is not low... Mr. Cruise smiled and did not continue to ask.

……

Gray cleaned the hacksaw and wrapped it in his clothes.

Then walking along a path that turned into the slums, Gray looked behind him warily, but luckily he didn't find the stalker.

She breathed a sigh of relief and walked away.

This is a small street on the edge of the city, and occasionally you can see a few wires passing over the city.

It's a sunny day now, and the streets are relatively clean on a sunny day. If it's a cloudy or rainy day, it will be unbearable here.

Domestic sewage will not evaporate, but will ferment in the dull air, and then rise into the air, turning into a foul sour smell.

Clothes left to dry in the air will not dry and will grow green moldy spots, and then moisture will invade the house, filling it with sweat-inducing sweltering heat.

Fortunately, it is sunny most of the time in Lausanne.

Gray thought as he walked forward along the faded sidewalk.

Then she suddenly stopped, took a step back, and looked down with a frown.

She stepped into a puddle of sewage, and the smelly water splashed onto her shoes and trousers.

Even on a sunny day, there will still be sewage deposited in the tight corners here, and people will still step on the sewage.

Gray sighed, she still didn't like this environment.

……

Gray's first destination is a carpenter's shop. The owner of the shop is an old man who looks harmless.

He was polishing a piece of wood with a plane. When he saw Gray coming in, he put down what he was doing and said hello with a smile.

"Good morning, Miss Angel."

Gray nodded: "I brought your saw back. It's very sharp."

"But sorry, it's dirty."

Having said that, the hacksaw was cleaned very carefully, and it was almost impossible to tell that it had been stained with blood.

"How can we be unhappy if we can help Miss Angel?" The old man took the saw with a smile and put it aside casually.

"This is a murder weapon, you have to be careful." Gray said.

"Don't worry, no one will doubt how many saws we carpenters have on hand. Even if the police search the dog street, they still can't find the weapons you used." The old man said cheerfully, "Miss Angel can do everything. These are some good things. If it weren't for you, how could most of us here live so comfortably? You are our angel!"

Gray was silent for a moment and shook his head quietly.

"I'm just taking revenge and killing people, that's all."

……

After leaving the carpenter's house, Gray returned to the tavern with her pocket in her pocket. As soon as she entered the door, someone called her an angel at the top of their lungs.

There may have been banter, but there was also good-natured banter, and respect that had been hidden beneath it.

Gray nodded towards them, and then looked around habitually.

"Do you know that person?"

Gray pulled the clothes of the person next to him. He was a sturdy worker. As soon as he took the lead and called Miss Angel, he was pulled out by the other party. The expression on his face was stunned.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and squinted his eyes to look at the person Gray pointed at.

He was also a man dressed as a worker. He was sitting at the bar with a glass of beer in front of him. He was drinking alone. He didn't look out of the ordinary.

However, the worker couldn't remember him after thinking for a long time, so he could only shake his head: "I haven't seen him before."

"Okay, it's okay."

Gray didn't say anything and took a deep look over there.

……

Mr. Fortes is still in the tavern today. Unlike Gray, he likes places like taverns very much. He said that a noisy environment can keep the brain awake.

Gray didn't quite understand, this guy was as weird as his theory.

But this did not delay Gray's determination to help him.

She sat down at Fords' table with two glasses of light beer. At this time, the other party also noticed her and said hello with a smile.

"Good morning, Grey."

"Haha." Gray gave a rare smile.

"What's wrong?" Fords asked confused.

"Others call me Angel." Gray said softly the reason.

Fords touched his head, understood, and smiled.

"But I both understand that we are just butchers."

"No, the butcher is just me, and you may really become an angel." Gray shook his head gently.

"I killed Hall."

Fortes nodded.

"The other person, Roger, I haven't found a chance to take action yet." Gray regained his usual calmness and whispered, "But I will kill him soon."

Fortes was silent for a moment: "Don't worry, hide yourself."

"I will." Gray said calmly.

"Sometimes, we can wait for a good ending," Fortes said.

"I understand." Gray said, "By the way, there is one more thing."

"what?"

"It seems like someone is watching you."