"Iron Axe Gang..."

Surman looked at the newspaper stained with milk and his face was a little strange.

Because he clearly remembered that the other party was a subordinate of the hunting church (natural shelter), but was just a gray organization on the surface.

In fact, the Iron Axe Gang serves as the eyes and ears of the hunting church, collecting information for them so that the Hunting Church can control the situation in the city in a timely manner. If the Iron Axe Gang is eradicated, the Hunting Church will lose half of its ear... It's a bit ruthless!

However, the ancient nobles and the Church of the Orthodox God appear to be harmonious, but they are dirty in private and cannot find a real enemy. Use this name to clear the other party's hidden forces and attack the opponent to make up for personal losses.

In the case of morality, the Church of the Orthodox God is difficult to react violently, which is an act that conforms to the ‘noble tradition’...

"It seems that the ancient nobles did not find traces of the Qishenghui in the sewer, or in other words, they just caught some small fish and shrimps, and did not really catch the senior members of the Qishenghuihuihui?" Surman thought about it in his heart through the information given in the newspaper.

He prefers the latter, after all, he shares the largest information he knows with the Moslian family, and they work together with the two major families to set up an encirclement with the momentum of thunder.

Moving around the area near that gathering point should logically capture the prayer meeting in one go.

Unless, the scene he saw in the dream of the deceased was itself the other party's "smoke bomb", such as the three gathering points.

Considering that Qi Shenghui could not know his talent - the dream of the end, so this smoke bomb could only be a trap for his own people. They planned to learn how to cut off the gecko... Hiss, these people are a bit cruel. Surman guessed the principle of the other party's action and secretly sighed at Qi Shenghui's ruthless determination.

Such a powerful secret organization, he had never heard of it in his previous life...

Sure enough, due to the strength level, some of the content is missing. Hey, in the early plot of Eternal Night World, the level of players is still too low... Surman was about to close the newspaper when suddenly, he saw the upper corner on the right.

Where advertising information is hung, there is a purchase advertisement on the column block of the ‘Hot Sales’.

"In the Jazz District, Mr. MacArthur asked for a custom oil painting, requiring the content to be wheat ears at dusk, mainly red pigment, custom width is 36 inches, height shall not exceed 28 inches, and remuneration shall be 19 gold pounds... The acquisition is valid for two weeks."

Looking to buy oil paintings... This is the secret code for the resumption of the party in the "Golden Song"? Surman remembered that before leaving the venue last time, the man in the gray robe told everyone that the secret code for announcing that their next party was to purchase oil paintings, and the content must be wheat ears.

Of course, with the cautious attitude of the convener of the 'Golden Song', the Mr. MacArthur in the advertisement is certainly not himself.

The most likely one is the client who transferred the deal in the middle. Someone entrusted him to issue an advertisement, but it was unsure. There were also several commissions in the middle. Just like a nesting doll, the more layers are stacked, the higher the security......Surman's thoughts were a little divergent.

If the other party has too many nesting dolls, the higher the cost of reselling in the middle. It is hard to say that the initial reward is 30 pounds...

More than 30 pounds... This is almost equivalent to the income of dock workers for most of the year. The evil bourgeoisie, I received a silver commission and the total reward was only over 20 gold. Surman sighed at the wealth of the Golden Songs, and spent more than 30 gold pounds when I posted an advertisement.

"The 'dusk' in the newspaper refers to the afternoon. The red pigment is the code of the name of the wine. The 36-inch knock is three long and six short. The address remains unchanged. It is the previous venue..." Surman analyzed the content of the code and prepared to attend the party in the afternoon.

Surman remembered Ms. Black Butterfly, and she might have sold his news a few times. It just so happened that she could take this opportunity to observe it.

And he was preparing to go to the orphanage, so he could complete it in the morning without delaying each other.

After breakfast, Surman put on a double-breasted black dress and told Ebis that he would not go home at noon and asked her to prepare only dinner.

Then, Surman took a public carriage and arrived all the way to the west side of the steelmaking area, close to the transportation area, and Gran Street, known as the "main artery".

At this moment, there were early workers on Gran Street. The children selling newspapers on the roadside were also wearing shabby deer hunting hats that were significantly larger than their heads. They were wearing one-piece strap trousers, and had old shirts that were washed to fade inside. They were selling newspapers with this outfit.

Surman got off the public carriage and was about to go to the orphanage when a small and weak voice came beside him-

"Sir, do you... want to buy a copy of the Gangdian Morning Post?"

Looking back, Surman saw a little girl with a small body, a hungry face, and obviously skinny face, looking at him timidly. In fact, newspaper boys around him saw him, just a decent black dress, a tall silk top hat bigger than their heads, and a hard cane with silver obviously inlaid... Especially the latter, they were discouraged.

Looking at this scene, Surman calmed down for a few seconds, and nodded gently under the little girl's somewhat nervous gaze-

“A newspaper.”

"Okay, sir...a copper penny."

The little girl handed over the newspaper, Surman took it, gently dusted off the gray marks of fingers on the edge of the newspaper, took out a copper penny from her wallet, and handed it to the girl under the envious gaze of other newspaper boys.

He didn't dare to give too much.

After the little girl took the copper penny, she immediately turned around and ran away, showing agility that was inconsistent with her body. She disappeared at the end of the street. Surman did not stop her and quietly looked at the other person's back.

Then, under the envy of other newspaper boys and with vigilant eyes, he went to the orphanage in his memory.

Gran Street is close to the transportation area, and its living standards are lower than the average value of the steelmaking area and closer to the ash soil area. However, this place is a steelmaking area after all, and there is finally an "order" existence.

Compared to the gray soil area, the people here are wary of Surman, but they do not have the courage to attack people during the day.

Soon, Surman came to a middle-aged security guard with an iron fenced gate, guarding the door. When he saw Surman, he immediately stood up, a little restrained and a bit flattering smile-

"Sir, are you here to adopt an orphan?"

Surman's outfit made him subconsciously think that the other party was here to adopt it. Moreover, this outfit obviously did not belong to the steelmaking area. Only gentlemen from the Jazz area can dress up like this and look spotless.

"No, I just took a look..." Surman paused and shook his head slowly.

Because his situation is not suitable for adoption, he is unsure, and he will have to reveal his identity that day and run away with his "sister".

"Okay..." The middle-aged security guard was a little disappointed and was about to open the door.

Suddenly, a surprise sound came from behind—

"Su...Mr. Surman?"

A girl in the work clothes with a slightly round face but a bit cute feeling is coming out of the orphanage door.

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