Creator's Steam Fairy

From then on, whether the soul can be attributed to death, and whether the body can be attributed to decay.

She is not a priest of death or decay, even if she is, who can figure out the magnitude of the sin without divine magic?

In the age without magic spells, everything could only be simple, otherwise there would be a standard procedure in which the death priest tortured the soul, decided whether to use the magic spell to revive the dead according to the severity of the crime, and then executed the sinner several times.

Silently throwing down a dry June rain, the simple ruling ceremony belonging to the priest of life ended.

"Miss?"

When Luria turned around, Abigail, who was holding a lamp, leaned over tremblingly holding a leg of the chair, "The knot... is it over?"

"It's okay, Abby."

"I mean...do you want...do you want to?" Abigail felt a little out of breath, she made a chopping motion with the stool leg in her hand, "...put that... put that thing Sink into the Bay of Jombia?"

"I didn't expect you to have such a hobby?"

Loria felt that mortals were too crazy now.

Looking at Abigail's pale face and shaking her head vigorously with trembling hands, Loria sighed and took the kerosene lamp from the maid's hand.

She squeezed the maid's vacant hand and said, "Let's go, let's go to the night market."

"Miss... I want to vomit."

"Hold on."

"Yes, ma'am."

……

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was as high as yesterday.

On the terrace of the suite on the fifth floor of the Gulf Hotel, Miss Loria was half-reclining on the chair contentedly, watching the light blue and white sea water crashing against the deep black reef.

Light enough nightdresses and sea breezes keep the temperature down to the fuzzy zone between hot and cozy.

Out of a whim in the early morning, she decided to give herself and Abigail a few days off, and ran here directly from the night market by the pier. The lights were still brightly lit at three o'clock in the morning, and the passenger ships that docked at night brought many Foreigners with weird accents.

Although she is also considered a foreigner, although there is no hometown of her in the world.

But just idly watching the waves in a daze...it's so pleasant.

She suddenly had an urge to take a steamship and look around.

I don't want to do business, I don't want to find a job, I just want to eat from one place to another, and I will be in a daze when I am full.

Fortunately, the price of 16 shillings a day brought her thoughts back.

Cozy is to pay steam gold pounds.

She tilted her head and looked at the huge world map on the bedroom wall. There are two continents, the north and the south, surrounded by endless oceans. Along the coast, you can take a boat to the east to the island country of Pasta, and take a boat to go north along the coast, bypassing the mountains that separate the Chambia Peninsula from the mainland, and you can reach Gallia.

I heard that it is one of the two strongest countries in the world, and they almost conquered the world with steam airships and artillery decades ago.

In Abby's words 'if it hadn't been for the tireless machinations of the Britannian Fly, the great Emperor Gallia would have accomplished what no one has ever done. '

Abby's grandfather, Old Leroy, was a soldier in Emperor Gallia's army. After the collapse of the empire, he integrated into the local area with many companions.

Abby, who has never been to Galia, grew up in such an environment. Although she yearns for the theoretical motherland very much, she can't tell what Gallia looks like today.

On the contrary, Loria has read some introductions in the newspapers, all of which are generalizations such as strong military power, prosperous science and technology, and advanced culture and art... She can't imagine what a city bigger and more prosperous than Zambia would look like .

If you work in such a city, the salary will be higher, right?

In order to maintain the current standard of living at a minimum, she must at least find a job with an annual salary of more than [-] pounds.

The job boards in the Zambia Daily do not have such jobs at all... mostly day laborers with a weekly salary of more than ten shillings, or daily jobs in pennies.

Over the past few months, she has also gained some superficial understanding of today's human society. At least in Zambia, high-paying and stable jobs are only provided to those members of the local family network.

She also recently learned a new word - inflation.

Prices and salaries would actually increase over time...and consider her exorbitant life expectancy.

Miss Fenmao saw a frightening picture of herself being driven out on the street by her landlord on a cold rainy night with only a small bundle in her arms!

She thinks she's going to lose her hair!

The scriptures say that contentment that comes from within brings lasting joy.

If you can't lie lazily in a spacious and comfortable home and enjoy delicious food casually, your heart will not be satisfied!

Fortunately, the knock on the door interrupted her shedding process.

……

The bloody smell wafted through the dark and cramped barber shop.

Alice lay weakly on the greasy chair, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Are you really not considering new treatments?"

The bald barber wiped down his healing device, a hollow metal spike attached to a rubber tube, with a jet-black rag.The goggles with thickened lenses split the ferocious scar that runs through his face in two, and when he speaks, he will reveal a mouthful of rotten teeth, which is as scary as a poisoned trap.

"You know, most diseases are related to the poisonous gas produced by undigested food in the intestines... Our enema technology is first-rate."

"No!"

"Treatment fee plus the money you owe me, two silver silver coins."

"I don't have any money." Alice, who wanted to renege on the debt, paused for a moment, and explained in order not to offend the highly skilled barber in her heart: "Recently, people are looking for me all over the city, and I can't help it for the time being."

The barber was only carefully grinding the metal thorns with a grinding wheel, and after a few minutes, he said again: "There is a job that is suitable for you, but you need to do some camouflage, introduce Fei Jia to dye your hair, and a big gold coin for Jay. "

"What job?"

"Easy for you."

"can."

Alice gave an affirmative answer without even thinking about it. Apart from haircutting skills, barbers have always been trustworthy in their work.

No.17 Chapter Novel

Pedro Crespo is 45 years old this year. In the first ten years of his life, he only remembers that the adults said that the king who was beaten away by the Gallians came back, the king was driven away again, and the Gallians came again , this time they sided with the king.

In the middle 20 years, during the turbulent years, he entered the military academy with boiling blood, served in the Queen's Guard, got married and had children, and retired with the rank of lieutenant.

In the next 15 years, with the recommendation of his former superiors, he became an office-based Royal Policeman with a higher salary and even promoted to captain, but this was not due to his credit—mainly due to the promotion of his former subordinates brigadier.

He didn't want to make any comments on the queen's leadership, but in the past 15 years, his main pastime was reading novels, his main job was to run around with dogs, and by the way, he participated in covering up some...contradictions outside the capital.

The end of life is vaguely visible, until he discovers that his youngest daughter is addicted to Gallia novels—a gift from Romero, the new girl next door.

It was a... little girl from Gallia, about the same age as his daughter, with a rare hair color?

He doesn't have any ill feeling towards Gallia... After all, the queen herself is a descendant of Gallia, and Jambia... has been beaten by Britannia repeatedly for more than 100 years, standing next to Galia, Sometimes stood by the Britannian and was beaten by Gallia.

Sometimes he was beaten by these two allies successively in a battle.

This has almost become a law, Gallia and Brittany fight, and Jambia gets beaten.

In short, as an enlightened father, he decided to understand the content of the novel first, and then find a way to communicate with his daughter.

The protagonist is a criminal at the bottom.

Captain Crespo refrained from jumping up. What kind of novel is this?

The criminal is converted.

Captain Crespo curled his lips in disdain and continued to read.

He became a Gallian policeman.

Captain Crespo nodded expressionlessly, and his description of the Gallia police system was somewhat interesting.

Detective Lecock used his experience as a criminal to think about cases from the perspective of criminals, and solved many cases one after another.

Captain Crespo took the day off.

Mr. Lecock, who is strong, brave, wise and magnanimous, encountered extremely cruel and cunning criminals, but he used rigorous reasoning to crack the cobwebs, and finally cracked this appalling and horrific murder.

Mr. Lecock's reasoning is impeccable, but his firm belief and noble character of confessing his sins with actions are more moving.

Captain Crespo wept silently.

Some old memories, some starlight in the dark.

was reawakened.

He silently put the novel back in his daughter's room, rushed to the trading company and ordered ten copies in one go.

One is for collection, one is for work guidance, one is for missionary work, and the remaining seven are given away.

He began to walk to work, patrolling the streets with coffee at noon every day... The Queen and the Bretons reached some kind of agreement, and airships and freighters came more and more frequently with heavy boxes covered in oilcloths, covering them in hot weather. There are more and more people wearing shirts, vests and tuxedos, and the dock area has almost become a small sky fortress.

The wharf and workshop districts were in chaos, and even the normally peaceful Old Town saw several thefts.

Capt. Crespo has the occasional dexterity to enforce the law—to steal a loaf of bread for a starving child, and he can pretend he didn't see it.

As for the members of the illegal organization 'Carrot Gang' on the pier who stole women's clothing and then ... three years of hard labor, that's what that carrot deserves.

Just when everyone thought he just found another hobby, Captain Crespo focused on the case of the missing girl.

One was from the bourgeoisie, and the other was a girl working in a workshop area. No one cared, until the mutilated body was found in the suburbs... Hunger, poverty, turmoil, disasters lurking in the wilderness, this city is dying every day , most people don't care very much, and they are powerless to stop it.

But being brutally murdered is different. It inspires fear and concern.

Captain Crespo couldn't sleep at night just thinking about that hellish scene. They were all girls about the same age as his eldest daughter.

After running around for days with no leads, he might have been a good light infantryman, but he wasn't really good at solving cases or investigating.

Read over and over again Detective Lecock's handling of the case, endured the nausea and recalled the details of the scene, went to the university to ask the professor of anatomy about the human body, and kept forcing the resentful subordinates to work overtime under the puzzled eyes of the boss Work.

The third victim was found, and the cervical spine was still broken (some flexible descriptions).

The captain was angry, angry at his own incompetence, he could only judge that this was not the place where the case happened.

He had a hunch—the damned criminal wasn't going to stop there.

He wants to stop this demon!

In the early morning, just as Captain Crespo was going to the library to find some materials, his black-faced subordinates reported a sudden death.

His face was also darkened, and the 'excessive' work caused a lot of dissatisfaction, and now it seems that the entire city's death is under his sole control.

A strong and strange man, with distorted body posture and face, naked to the waist, kneeling on the ground, as if being forced to confess something... The expression on his face is not peaceful.

The watchman who came home early in the morning took a shortcut as usual, and immediately notified the patrolman when he found it... Corpses can cause plague, and citizens have always been active in reporting such incidents.

The patrolman arrived immediately and notified him, and Crespo picked up the hatchet that had fallen to the ground.

The attack was very heavy, not like the murder weapon of a serial case... He looked at the broken kerosene lamp in the distance and the burn marks around him... This weird man saw something there, emotional or frightened.

There are obvious footprints on the dirt road. This is a man whose strength does not match his figure. He tried to swing the hatchet in his hand, and Crespo almost lost his footing.

Carrying such a weapon with him... No, it's not yet known whether it belongs to him or not.

There was a dried flower on the ground. Putting down the axe, Crespo picked up a blue dried flower that he had never seen before. It had a unique light fragrance that he had never smelled before, mixed with a little bergamot and citrus, which made him Think of a summer orchard.

No trauma, the patrol reported, not even blood, except around the strange metal contraption on the chest.

There was pus and blood in the place where it was in contact with the skin. Crespo tried hard to recall the latest knowledge, the surrounding skin hardened, and the time for implanting the device was not short.

He circled around and observed carefully for a moment, all the signs showed that it was a sudden death, but there was something weird everywhere—the surrounding was surprisingly free of dust, very clean, weird prayer-like postures, and flowers and fragrances that were very inconsistent with the dead.

Like some kind of ritual.

He knew nothing about theology, he only felt headaches, three brutal murders against the missing girls, and now there are death scenes suspected of theological rituals.

Detective Lecock, what should I do?

Chapter 18 Mason Brothers and Sisters Workshop

"That's how I found the device with the cut marks of the weapon, which I am all too familiar with, from the blows of the longswords, and we had the good fortune of being in the Queen's Guard every day with this ancient and elegant Arms for company."

Captain Crespo sniffled and explained: "I disassembled the device and found that it was completely burned out, and I was planning to find a familiar mechanic for further identification... But I can be sure that this person who was suffering from illness The poor man died of some sudden illness."

Miss Loria cooperated very well with expressions of amazement and pity, which were in stark contrast to Abigail's face, which was white and dark for a while.

What an impeccable elegant smile.

Captain Crespo sighed and got up to say goodbye. He put on his bowler hat and said, "Please forgive me for interrupting, it's just a routine inquiry about the surrounding area. Thank you for your tea, Miss Romero."