Chapter 3: For Chastity and Survival

10 soles can be considered a considerable bribe in this era. In this rich [Steam City], even a skilled female lead worker only earns 7 to 8 soles a week.

And to be more intuitive, if the low-quality gin that the prison guard is drinking is replaced with 10 soles, he can drink 12 large wooden cups. This kind of generous consumption will make even the middle class of the Kingdom of Albion feel very painful. Frugal people may not have such a luxurious consumption during the holidays of a year.

These 10 soles are Lin En's last private money before being kicked out of the house by creditors. This is also the capital for him to do some small business in the future or emergency life-saving money. He has been hiding it in his boots.

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

Whether it is to avoid being blindfolded and dragged to the shooting range to spend the rest of the time in a few days, or for the sake of his chastity at this moment, Lin En did not hesitate to throw out the bait of 10 soles.

It has to be said that no matter which world you are in, money is a little thing that everyone loves.

The prison guard who was originally waiting to see the new prisoners being invited to play wrestling games immediately stood up with his baton in his hand after hearing such a cute word as 10 soles. 10 soles! This is 10 soles! As expected, the tender-skinned guys who come in are more profitable than these poor guys who are rotting here!

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

The trough-nosed prison guard knocked on the iron bars of the prison with his baton. As the manager of the underground prison, his momentum was no joke. It was a physique trained by years of beating unruly rebels or bastards who couldn't afford to pay. The black and hard baton would definitely make the prisoners feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

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

Lin En couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The sight behind him that made his anus tighten quickly converged, and those guys who tried to rip off the tender young master shrank into the corner again.

In any case, he was safe, temporarily.

"Hey, young master?" The prison guard showed a somewhat flattering smile to Lin En, rubbing his hands and waiting for instructions on how to make 10 soli. This reasonable way of making money for the prison guard was fully permitted.

In addition, Lin En's appearance was really good. His platinum short hair covered his scalp like silk threads, his plain and pale face had a bit of bookish nobility, and his calm temperament in the face of danger was very similar to those high-ranking congressmen. The prison guard who had been dealing with poor people was very happy to listen to what the blond and blue-eyed Lin En had to say, whether for the sake of 10 soli or for the face of being called sir by the young master.

"5 soles for me to sleep in a separate and clean place, and another 5 soles for you to take a message to a police officer in the bureau."

Lin En could only go all out at this time.

"No problem, a little gentleman like you certainly can't condescend to live with these lazy guys." Not feeling anything wrong, the prison guard nodded and agreed to Lin En's request.

'Ha! I won the bet! '

If he was really imprisoned because of some evil magic, then it would be obviously not rigorous to throw himself in such a prison. The words of the two police officers before they left and the performance of the prison guard proved that his guess was correct. Since he was a scapegoat to be used as a scapegoat, at least it proved that there was still room for his mind to turn around.

Lin En was released from the farm animal pen by the prison guard. His tattered shirt was very desolate. After going from high tension to relaxation, he had goose bumps all over his body. Fortunately, the climate in [Steam City] in June was not cold at all, so Lin En didn't have to worry about keeping warm.

The new cell is a single room, upgraded from a farm animal pen to a garbage dump, which is the level of a rented room.

Lin En took out the silver soles from the bottom of his boots, a total of 5 and threw them to the prison guard who abided by the rules. The prison guard took the 5 soles and stuffed them into his pocket with his fist without wiping them.

"There should be a police officer named Douglas in your bureau."

When the Moriarty Sugar Company went bankrupt and Lin En's parents disappeared, it was this detective Douglas who was responsible for filing the case and investigating. This police officer still had some conscience. He was not too strict with the desolate and helpless Lin En Moriarty and allowed him to take some clothes and books from home.

Otherwise, those red-eyed creditors could transport Lin En to the slave ship. Strictly speaking, Lin En's delicate skin and tender flesh are quite in line with the taste of the upper class, regardless of gender.

"Help me tell him that Lynn Moriarty needs his help and can provide him with rewards."

In order to save himself, Lynn's thoughts were running at an unprecedented speed. This kind of fast and sharp thinking felt unexpectedly good.

"Second-level detective Douglas, no problem, I know where his office is. William, who keeps his word, will definitely deliver the message to you, the young gentleman, and then you can give me the remaining 5 soli." The income was considerable, there was no rush, and Lynn's polite and educated attitude prevented William from being overly greedy or even malicious.

Then, the trustworthy prison guard left the prison.

The heavily closed wooden door of the prison actually provided Lin En with a certain false sense of security. Only then did he dare to relax his tense body.

He had been in a state of high tension since he came here, and had experienced all kinds of exciting things that he would never have experienced before. At this moment, a tide of fatigue quickly surged into Lin En's heart. A pair of emerald eyes gently closed. However, the next moment, Lin En sat up in shock from his dying illness. He was awakened by beheading, gallows and shooting, and he quickly patted his face.

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

If you can't figure it out, you can go eat peanuts on the shooting range.

In the drowsy darkness, Lin En's eyes flashed with rationality, as if the beautiful jade was emitting a warm color that was tempting to watch and play. Soon, Lin En's eyes became brighter and brighter. He might really be able to reverse the current bad situation.

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No. 175 Squirrel Street, a small room for rent, that is, the room rented by Lin En.

A squinty-eyed man wearing silk gloves was half-kneeling on the floor, carefully collecting the glowing dust in the corner of the floor with a glass test tube. At the door, a tall woman wearing a half-cloak revealed half of her round white chin, pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Captain, the collection is complete." Mr. Squinty-eyed stood up and shook the test tube.

"Well, let's go."

As the woman walked, her cloak pulled out the outline of the machinery underneath, and the subtle sound of brass collision was particularly obvious.

"There is a very strong residue of [Spring] at the scene, which is a little bit unbelievable... Have the gentlemen of Elba Field caught the culprit? It seems that we don't need to intervene?" Mr. Squinty-eyed smiled happily, and he didn't look like a person who had just walked out of several bloody and terrifying scenes.

"Wait for the news from No. 63." As she walked, a sharp cold light shone through the gap of the woman's cloak.

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