Calamity Crown

"I'll give you the money tomorrow morning!"

"Now……"

"Where are my pants?"

said the sheriff.

Goethe showed a smile, turned around and took out a pair of pants from his room and threw them to the other party - until the other party washed their hands, Goethe would not have any direct contact with the other party.

Then, Goethe began to choose from the revolvers and daggers he had collected before.

"Your pants don't fit!"

"Damn!"

"Who would believe that 50 gold grams of pants don't fit!"

"50 gold grams is enough for me to buy 20 pairs of pants at the best tailor in Lust!"

Beside, Swart muttered.

"A glass of water in the desert is far more expensive than gold."

Goethe continued to choose weapons without looking up.

There is no doubt that Delber's two revolvers are the best. The two revolvers are well maintained. Under the candlelight, they exude the unique brilliance of metal, and the white and yellowish ivory handles are even more eye-catching. .

Picking up the two revolvers, Goethe twirled a gun flower, and inserted the two revolvers directly into the gun belt under his armpit.

This gun belt was also Delber's, with a chain of bullets that could be hidden in the belt.

Then, a dagger with a sheath was tied to the calf.

This dagger comes from one of Goethe's earliest assailants.

After doing all this, Goethe couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief at the long-lost sense of security.

At this time, on the street in the distance, a large number of patrolmen finally arrived.

There are also reporters.

Facing the long-awaited subordinates, Swarte didn't care. He glanced at the reporters, took a deep breath, and recalled the draft in his mind. Then, with a smile on his face, he held his head high. walked out.

However, the sheriff apparently forgot that the pants didn't fit.

Moreover, under the excitement, the sheriff's steps are big and extremely powerful.

So, the next moment——

chap!

Amid the sound of cloth being torn, Swart smiled stiffly, clamped his legs, and stood still.

Chapter 10 My wild guess...

"Outside the number! Outside the number!"

"Sheriff Swart Cracks Robbery-Murder Serial!"

"Outside the number! Outside the number!"

"Sheriff Swart single-handedly fights 6 gangsters!"

……

In the early morning, just as the crisp shouts of the newspaper boy rang out on the street, Goethe already had an ironed newspaper in his hand.

Newspapers were ironed by Swart.

Not only did Goethe iron one copy, but the sheriff ironed fifty copies and began to distribute them in the police station—if it wasn’t for the newsboy who only had fifty copies of the newspaper, the sheriff would have ironed more .

Obviously, the little accident last night did not dampen the sheriff's enthusiasm.

It's also quite fun when paying.

He also brought breakfast to Goethe.

Two fried egg and ham sandwiches, a glass of apple juice.

According to Swart, this is standard in the sheriff's restaurant, which is a class higher than the police restaurant.

Beside the breakfast is Goethe's wallet and dagger.

此刻的钱包内总共有一张100、一张50，五张10面额的金票和3银索，17点半铜角。

Counting the coins in the wallet, the exchange standard for "Tesin's Currency" instantly appeared in Goethe's mind.

1 gold gram is exchanged for 12 silver ropes.

1 silver rope can be exchanged for 20 copper horns.

Copper angles are divided into copper angles, half copper angles and quarter copper angles.

He had bought a pound of black bread for about one and a quarter copper horns.

"It's not base 10...it's a bit unaccustomed."

Goethe rubbed his temples involuntarily.

But this did not prevent Goethe from taking out the gold ticket, silver cord, and copper horn to observe carefully.

Gold notes are somewhat similar to hometown banknotes.

Silver cords and copper horns are in coin form.

On the front is the head of a man wearing a crown, and on the back are ears of wheat and the number 1.

Among them, the half copper angle is also in the shape of a coin, but it is half smaller than the 1 copper angle.

A quarter copper angle is half smaller than a half copper angle.

"George I."

Looking at the man's head on the coin, relevant memories popped up in Goethe's mind.

This is the emperor who created a great empire, and there are countless rumors about him, such as 'son of the dragon', 'people blessed by goblins', 'invincible knight' and so on.

However, in the end, the emperor did not end well. He was betrayed by his beloved woman and his most trusted subordinates, and a sword pierced his heart.

There are rumors that the emperor didn't die, he just returned to the Fairy Lake to heal his wounds, and then he will return again.

Others said that the emperor was brought back to Dragon Island by the dragon.

There are many legends, and after a hundred years, people are still familiar with it.

But for Goethe, he doesn't care about these, he just cares about the coins in his hand.

"Ah, the smell of money!"

Goethe sighed like this, and even his exhausted spirit became a little better.

You know, yesterday's follow-up was all handed over to Swart's subordinates and Swart himself. After he simply testified, he rested in Swart's office.

Although he could go to the hotel, Goethe chose the chair in Swart's office for safety reasons.

He didn't want to be wiped on his neck in his sleep.

And this, of course, comes at a price.

The hard chair couldn't accommodate Goethe's body at all, so he could only lean in half and put his legs on Swart's desk.

Such a posture naturally did not rest well.

In fact, even if the bed is changed.

Going through a sudden time-travel and falling into trouble and crisis, even Goethe, who has a strong nerve, cannot calm down.

When it was almost dawn, Goethe took a short nap.

Then, he was woken up by the excited Swart.

If the other party hadn't brought breakfast, and if the other party needed help in the future, Goethe would definitely let the other party understand what it means to wake up.

After counting his belongings again, Goethe put away his wallet and picked up his breakfast.

The ham in the ham and egg sandwich is firm, pure meat, without adding a little flour, and the fried egg is crispy on the outside, but still soft on the inside. It is paired with refreshing lettuce, and you can bite it down , let Goethe take another bite,

Then, I took a sip of apple juice.

The apple juice is just squeezed, sweet and sour, and fresh.

Three bites a sandwich.

When the two sandwiches were finished, Goethe drank the remaining apple juice.

Then, Goethe picked up the change of clothes he brought from home last night, changed from inside to outside, picked up his cane and top hat, and walked outside the police station.

At this moment, there is still an hour before eight o'clock, but Goethe, who has never been to the 'Black Sail Security Company', set off early.

He raised his hand to stop a public carriage.

There are no stops for public carriages, but they are charged according to the mileage. Within 3 kilometers, it is half a copper horn, and if it exceeds 3 kilometers, it is 1 copper horn. Every time it exceeds 3 kilometers, it will increase by half a copper horn. It is only limited to urban areas and does not go to the suburbs.

No. 22 Sausage Street, where the Black Sail Security Company is located, is about 5 kilometers away from the police station.

Goethe was alone in the morning coach.

Poor people cannot afford carriages.

The rich have their own carriages.

Most of the people who took the stagecoach were middle-class people who could not afford a private carriage, but wanted to distinguish themselves from the poor.

And most of these middle-class people have good, decent jobs and don't need to get up early at all.

And this allowed Goethe to clearly see the outside scene through the window while enjoying the spaciousness of the carriage.

The first place to get on the bus is not only the clean streets, the shops are everywhere, the fountain sprays rainbows in the sun, and the patrolmen lined up in twos make the whole street orderly.

But soon, the ground became no longer smooth.

On both sides of the mixed stone road and gravel road, people wearing linen shirts, overalls, and old felt hats crowded towards the factory. , including adult males and half-old children.

Most of these adult men's eyes are dull, and their faces are full of fatigue.

And the half-old child is even more skinny.

But even so, none of them stopped.

They need jobs.

You can only earn money by working.

You can only live if you earn money.

Men are like that.

The same goes for women.

Among the crowd, many women walked towards the river in the outskirts with huge wooden basins on their heads.

The clothes in the basin don't look dirty, and even a lot of them are lace, and the workmanship is exquisite.

Every woman raised the wooden basin high, for fear that the mud under their feet would stain these clothes, but their own shoes and skirts were already filthy.

The crowd is mixed with stalls by the side of the road.

There are both vegetable and fruit stalls, as well as cooked food stalls.

Without their own shops, these people are itinerant traders.

They shouted hard.

"French fries! Fried fish!"

"Muffins! Sausage!"

The smell of food and the stench of the surrounding people are mixed together, forming a smell called 'human world'.

Leaning in the carriage, Goethe smelled this smell and watched all this silently.

He is both outside and integrated into it.

Just like the people around, everyone is desperate to survive.