Creator's Steam Fairy

"The Conservative Party is over."

He said this when he left, and this was heard by the now-powerful Liberal Party, which inevitably started a new round of ridicule.

It also makes people believe that this young man with no roots who can win in his hometown constituency in his early twenties is indeed an undercover agent sent by the Prime Minister to the Conservative Party?

The most wonderful thing is that he also went to the city hall to change his identity and registered himself as a citizen of Redbridge, East End of Londinium—what did he want to do?Why move to a constituency held by the Conservative Party?

Now even the MPs of the Conservative Party suspect that this guy is an undercover agent.

Regardless of how these people discussed, Wallace, who has temporarily left the parliament and is at home, has his own plans.

In his view, the Liberals are doomed sooner or later, and the Conservatives are idiots.

Wallace was born in a wealthy middle-class family in the outer counties, and his father was a peddler who started selling fried chicken and chips-the most common saying was 'you can be elected to the parliament because my fried chicken is cheap and delicious. '

Therefore, he has no resources. Even if he was elected as a member at a young age, he still can only sit in the last row and be responsible for adding sound effects during the scolding battle.No one listens to him, and no one cares about his opinion.

Therefore, he wants to take a road that no one has ever traveled. He wants to go to the East End, go to the workers, go deep into them, and understand their demands-once the election law is revised again, he will make a comeback and bring down those two groups of idiots when.

Sooner or later, the law will be amended. Wallace is convinced of this. You must know how many of the tens of millions of people in Londinium are workers?

Absolutely the majority.

It is impossible for the royal family to ignore the interests of these people, and the parliament will inevitably make compromises to the majority.

He was going to lead a new party representing workers.

How about calling it the Labor Party?

One day his 'Labor Party' will sweep Parliament.

At worst, a group of idiots should be killed.

This is Wallace's ambition. Unlike his father's dream of opening a fried chicken shop in every county in the empire, he wants to make his voice heard in this country.

Inside a suburban house in Fulham, Wallace can't help laughing out loud as he fantasizes about the day he becomes prime minister.

Well... his plan was one experience life away from success.

Wallace is a patient man. For his ambition, he will go to Redbridge to work as a worker. Only after he has really experienced this kind of life can he make a proposal that touches the hearts of the people, and then he knows what workers care most about. of.

But the law and order in the East District is chaotic, what if you are accidentally beaten and robbed?

Yes, he is afraid of death, and he doesn't really care about the lives of the workers, he just wants to use their strength to realize his ideals.These are the rules of this dirty game.

Life-saving is very important, lol.

Then go to the Natural History Society to issue a request.

Although this organization is rampant and domineering, its work is indeed reliable.

It didn't take long for Wallace, who was now unemployed at home, to receive a reply, and his entrustment was accepted, but he could ask to change the meeting place to a non-private place near the university area, such as Mrs. Duke's coffee shop.

It's the same rule that non-insiders can't enter the Natural History Society, but why can't they meet at his house, and why do they have to make the employer travel all the way?

He just hired a guard, is it worth putting on a battle to see some famous young lady?

Chapter 123 Investigator Code Name

"Hi, I'm here to pick up the equipment that was issued to me."

Luo Liya didn't expect that her application would pass the certification quickly after only two days, and she would also receive an escort commission.

Seems like protecting a rich guy from going to Redbridge to experience working life?

Is this some new fad?

Redbridge is not far away, and she might be able to go home to rest at night, but the entrustment fee is frighteningly high - Loria doesn't know the exact amount, but she can get a subsidy of 2 pounds a day.

It's almost six or seven times the salary of her clerk.

What Miss Dorothy said was indeed true, getting rich depends on entrustment.

Of course, there is no need to work as a clerk during the entrustment period, and you will not get the salary of a clerk.

"Hello?"

Luria looked at the tall and thin figure in a hooded long trench coat not far away, who was playing with a pile of bottles and cans with his back to her, as if he didn't hear her.

"Sit and wait."

Some hoarse voices came.

The hoarseness was not unpleasant, and compared to the hoarseness caused by organic damage to the vocal organs, it seemed more like a person who was not very good at speaking.

She obediently sat on the chair at the door, looking at the room full of bottles and jars and strange instruments.

Pharmacist or chemist?

After about a quarter of an hour, the tall and thin man in black windbreaker turned to the small room next to him and took out a small suitcase.

An exquisite small leather case bearing the seal of the Naturalist Society and trimmed with brass rivets.

Only now did Luria see this man's face clearly—or rather, see his attire clearly. In broad daylight and indoors, he was wearing a hood, goggles, and a bird's beak mask.

The face is completely invisible. To be precise, there is not an inch of this person's skin exposed... He seems to be wearing several clothes, and the edges of the leather boots and gloves are reinforced with a belt with riveted buckles, as if he is afraid of touching The air is mediocre.

Ha people.

"an examination."

The weirdo, who only hopped out one word at a time, dragged a small table, opened the suitcase and put it in front of her.

Inside is a list.

Waterproof pad, sketchbook, three file folders, a small amount of commonly used stationery, and a silver pen with Loria's name engraved on it.

There was a small bag for change and documents inside the box, and there was also a hidden pocket. Seeing its bulging appearance, Loria took out the sandalwood box inside.

Opening the box, it was a revolver several sizes larger than the ones she was used to. Inside the wooden box was a small drip can, a brush and a small wrench, and compartments for bullets and other small tools.

The bottom of the box is covered with velvet, and it is equipped with a bronzing leather case with a license to hold a gun, giving it a sense of luxury.

The list carefully indicated that this was Xihailai's M1860 1.11cm caliber high-power revolver, with a capacity of seven rounds, a barrel length of 20cm, and an empty gun weighing 1.2kg.If you don’t have the confidence to control it, you can find a material distributor to replace a small white flag that can bounce off automatically.

Although Luo Liya also wanted the little white flag, she didn't want to exchange such a good thing.

After playing a small game of playing apples with Tumei in the woods in the backyard, Luria is now very confident-just from the fact that Tumei is still alive, it is time for her to graduate from a small caliber.

A light aluminum lunch box and portable tableware that can be stuck on the lunch box, a black umbrella, an aluminum kettle, teacups and coasters that don’t seem to be afraid of falling because of the material.

There are also several commonly used medicines, a detailed map of Londinium, a toiletry kit, a horn comb, and a small bag of hair ties.

Two projectiles that are said to emit smoke to obscure the view, and three pyrotechnic sticks that can send a distress signal when the safety ring is pulled off.

The last is a tiny palm-sized monocular.

There is also a small mechanism on this box, which can be pulled out to form a small horse.

It is the conscience of the luggage industry.

The most important thing is that this is a free benefit for novice investigators!

"Thanks, I checked."

Luo Liya smiled and thanked, but the unventilated weirdo stood still for a long time.

After a long while, he walked back to the place where he was standing at the beginning, handed her a small package containing nine test tubes, and said, "Red ones, explode; green ones, poisonous gas; black ones, stop bleeding and relieve pain."

Loria was stunned for a moment, looking at the nine small glass tubes that were glowing badly, twitched the corners of her mouth, and thanked her bravely.

The unventilated weirdo reminded again: "Don't use it wrong, you will die."

Miss Pink-Mao's complexion became strange—who would smear those red, green and green things on themselves that are dangerous to look at?

"Don't go yet, you need a code name."

The man in the windbreaker and beak mask gradually became fluent in his speech. He took out another jar and motioned for Loria to reach in and smoke it.

Luria randomly grabbed a piece of paper, opened it, and saw that it said...

'kid'.

"From now on, you will be a child." The beak mask man's originally flat voice fluctuated a bit, his voice was still hoarse, but he seemed to be laughing, and he said again: "I am a doctor."

"Can I smoke again?"

Loria clasped her hands together in a ball-like pose.

Who wants such a nickname?

Even a pink hair is better than this, right?

The 'doctor' seemed a little embarrassed, but he couldn't hold back his pitiful gaze, and handed the jar in front of her again.

Miss Fenmao fumbled around very seriously this time, and took a while to pull out the note, opened it, and wrote 'Bloodthirsty Violent Bear'.

Loria: "..."

She stuffed the note back into the jar with lightning speed, took out another note and shouted: "It didn't take three seconds to open so it doesn't count!"

This time it was the doctor's turn to be helpless, he silently hid the jar behind his back, fearing that the little pink hair would just open it up and pick what he wanted next time.

Although it is a dispensable tradition, it must be respected.

He didn't really like the title of doctor either.

The beak mask is too stuffy.

On the other hand, Luria showed her strength to pray to God, and for the first time, she prayed to Goddess of Luck—not to be nice, but to be normal.

Such as the beautiful girl and the high priest or something.

Ordinary words that can accurately describe her would be fine.

It took a long time for Miss Loria to open the note tremblingly with her eyes squinted, and a large line of words was printed in her eyes, preventing her from reading it for a while.

"Mrs. Fanmao who likes to watch dog-blood family ethics dramas at eight o'clock."

???

Incomprehensible vocabulary appeared, what is the eight o'clock file?What is family ethics drama?

Which is better, wife or children?

"So...you, have you decided?"

decide what?

Loria was bewildered.

Sticking with Flora or being nagged by Sasha?

She wanted to grab the jar, but the doctor guarded the jar tightly.

"Again... once again!"

"No, tradition, don't violate it again and again."

If there is a choice, Loria would rather pay 648 pence for ten times.

How can you come up with a nice code name?

"Small……"

"Ok?"

The doctor pretended to be listening.

"Kids! I'm a kid, right? Just call me child labor!"

"Well...it can be considered."

Woo.

Since then, Miss Loria has developed the polite habit of saying her real name aloud when she sees her colleagues.

Chapter 124 The First Commission

Luria arrived at Mrs. Duke's Café near the Institute half an hour before the appointed time. This place also provides simple meals like the cafes near the Bank Street, but the prices are much more expensive.

They also offer small rooms to rent on the second floor as well as a foreign newspaper, the Lutetia Times from Gallia, which is only a few days behind its publication date.

Loria herself subscribed to the local Isis newspaper and the Daily News, so she was inevitably interested in newspapers from other countries. When he was about to take a copy to read, he found a young man with short chestnut hair rolling his eyes at him.