Is the Evil God Me?

10 Sole can be said to be a considerable amount of bribe in this era. In this rich [Steam Capital], even a skilled female lead worker earns only between 7 and 8 soules per week.

To be more intuitive, if the inferior gin the prison guard is drinking is 10 soules, he can drink 12 large wooden cups. The class will also feel very painful, and the thrifty people may not have such a luxury consumption during the festivals of the year.

These 10 soules were Lynn's last private money before being kicked out of the house by the creditors. It was also the capital or emergency life-saving money for him to decide to start a small business in the future. He had been hiding it in his boots.

But money is meaningless if it is not used at a critical moment.

Whether it was to avoid being dragged to the shooting range to spend the rest of the time with his head covered in a few days, or for the sake of his own chastity at this moment, Lynn threw out the 10 soli bait without hesitation.

I have to say that no matter what world you are in, money is a gadget that everyone can't put down.

Originally, the prison guard, who was waiting for the new prisoner to be invited to play a wrestling game, was watching a good show when he heard such a cute word as 10 Sole, he immediately stood up with his baton in full force. 10 soli! That's 10 soli! Sure enough, the guy with thin skin and tender meat came in with oil and water, much better than these poor ghosts who rotted and died here!

"Hey! Hey! Back off, back off! You lazy and poor bastards, don't scare my little gentleman."

The wine-nosed prison guard was beating the iron fence of the prison with a baton. The aura of being an underground prison manager is not a joke. It is a body that has been trained for years by beating unruly rebels or cheap bones who can't afford the money. A sharp baton can definitely make prisoners feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

It's like an evil spirit encountering the flame of a righteous god.

Lin En couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and the eyes behind him that made him tighten quickly converged, and those guys who were trying to Leip's fine-skinned and tender-skinned young master shrank back into the corner.

No matter what, I'm safe, for the time being.

"Hey, young master?" Facing Lin En with a flattering smile, the prison guard rubbed his hands together and gave an order to wait for how to earn 10 soules, which is completely permitted for the prison guard's reasonable means of making money.

In addition, Lynn's appearance is really good. Her short platinum blonde hair looks like silk threads that cover her scalp. Her pure and pale face is a bit bookish and extravagant, and her calm demeanor resembles those of those high-ranking congressmen. Mr. Prison Guard, who has been dealing with poor ghosts, is very happy to hear what the blond Lynn has to say, whether it is because of 10 soules or the face that he can be called Mr. by the young master.

"5 Sole asked me to sleep in a separate and clean place, and the other 5 Sole asked you to help me bring a message to a police officer in the bureau."

At this time, Lynn could only be desperate.

"No problem, of course a little gentleman like you can't condescend to live with these slackers." Not feeling anything wrong, the prison guard nodded and agreed to Lynn's request.

'what! Bet won! ’

If he was really imprisoned because of some sorcery, then it is obviously not rigorous to put yourself in such a prison. The words of the two police officers before they left and the behavior of the prison guards proved his guess. Since he was a scapegoat who was going to be used as a scapegoat, it at least proved that the things in his head still had room to turn around.

Lynn was released from the farm and livestock pen by the prison guards. His tattered shirt was very desolate, and he had goose bumps all over his body from high tension to relaxation. Fortunately, the weather in [Steam Capital] in June is completely unrelated to the cold, so Lynn doesn't have to worry about keeping out the cold.

The new cell is a single room, which has been upgraded from a farm and livestock pen to a garbage dump, that is, a narrow room for renting.

Lynn took out the shiny silver Sole from the bottom of his boot, and threw a total of 5 pieces to Mr. Prison Guard who obeyed the rules. The smiling prison guard took the 5 soules, clenched his fists and stuffed them into his pockets without wiping.

"There should be an officer named Douglas in your bureau."

When the Moritia Sugar Chamber of Commerce went bankrupt and Lynn's parents disappeared, it was the Douglas Detective who was in charge of the investigation. The police officer still had some conscience, and he was not too harsh on the desolate and helpless Lynn Moritia. , allowing him to take some clothing and books from the house.

Otherwise, those red-eyed creditors can transport Lynn to the slave ship. Strictly speaking, Lynn's thin-skinned and tender meat is quite in line with the taste of the upper class, and men and women are not taboo.

"Help me tell him that Lynn Moriarty needs his help and can offer him something in return."

In order to save himself, Lynn's thoughts are running at an unprecedented speed, and the feeling of this fast and keen thinking is unexpectedly good.

"Second Detective Douglas, there is no problem. I know where his office is. William, the trustworthy, must bring the message for you to the little gentleman. At that time, you can give me the remaining 5 soles." Considerable, not in a hurry, coupled with Lynn's polite and educated attitude, William is not overly greedy or even malicious.

Immediately, the trustworthy prison guard withdrew from the prison.

The wooden door of the prison, which was heavily closed, provided Lynn with a certain false sense of security. At this time, his tense body dared to say that he could relax.

Since the time of crossing, he has been very nervous, and he has experienced all kinds of exciting things that were absolutely impossible to experience. At this moment, the tide-like tiredness quickly flooded into Lynn's heart. A pair of emerald eyes closed gently. However, at the next moment, Lynn sat up from his dying illness. He was frightened by the beheading, the gallows, and the execution. He quickly patted his face.

"How can you sleep at this time, Lynn. In order to survive, think about it, think about it, and figure it out before Officer Douglas comes."

If you don't understand, you can go to eat peanuts on the shooting range.

In the gloomy darkness, Lynn's spirited eyes shone with rational lustre, as if beautiful jade exudes warm colors that are tempting to watch and play. Soon, Lynn's eyes became brighter, and he might really be able to reverse the current bad situation.

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175 Squirrel Street, a narrow room for rent, that is, in Lynn's rental room.

A squinting gentleman wearing silk gloves was half-kneeling on the floor, using a glass test tube to finely collect the glowing dust in the corner of the floor. At the door, a tall woman wearing a half-length cloak showed half of her round white chin, pursing her lips and saying nothing.

"Captain, the collection is over." Mr. Squint got up and shook the test tube.

"Well, let's go then."

As the woman walked, the cloak pulled out the mechanical outline below, and the subtle sound of brass colliding was particularly evident.

"There are very strong [spring] residues at the scene, and it's a little bit serious... The gentlemen in Elba Field have already caught the culprit. It seems that we don't need to intervene?" The person who just walked out of several **** horror scenes.

"Wait for the news on the 63rd." While walking, the gap between the woman's cloak revealed a sharp cold light.