The train whizzed through the center of the city-state. Mir looked at the large and small houses and the people walking on the streets, and his thoughts drifted away inadvertently.
This world was strange and new to him, and he looked at everything curiously like a child.
"Here comes Good Things Street," a distant conductor shouted, bringing him back from his thoughts.
The street in front of you seems to be a pedestrian commercial street, with practical department store furniture, a mysterious divination shop, newspapers and periodicals in the corner, a deserted gun shop, a luxurious watch shop...
"Let's go, the store is not far ahead. You follow me," Zoe led Mir to a store that was not too remote but not too popular. There was something similar to a plaque inserted next to the store. Write [good stuff cloth skin]
Well, the name is easy to remember, the fabric and leather shop in Haowu Street...
Zoe took out the key and opened the door. The space in the shop was not small, and everything was so orderly.
Cheap linen is folded and piled in the corner, and expensive silk is laid out in strips, like young girls vying for beauty, seeking a noble lady. Woolen sweaters and leathers act as green leaves, waiting for those who want to be well-dressed but have pockets. Shy middle class.
The clean and tidy shops and fresh air all imply that there is a strict and serious shopkeeper here.
"Don't think this shop is small. Every month, excluding costs, it can bring you five gold coins when the business is good, and two gold coins when the business is at its worst."
Hearing this, Mir pondered, one gold coin is equal to one hundred silver coins, which is equal to ten thousand copper coins.
Can this store bring me 20,000 to 50,000 yuan in income every month? It seems that there is no need to worry about livelihood issues.
This also made him curious about what class he belonged to in this world with his current income: "What class do I belong to in Stolen, Aunt Zoe."
“Absolutely upper-middle class, Mir, thanks to you, even I can be considered middle-class,” Zoe said with a smile on her face: “You give me fifty silver coins every month, which is my previous year’s income. ”
"Only fifty silver coins?" Mir was a little surprised. He still didn't understand the structure of this world. On earth, it's a dream to hire a store manager who is rigorous and conscientious and can do everything for five thousand yuan.
"It's not a big deal, Mir. To tell you the truth, if you fire me, people who come to apply for jobs the next day will be able to walk through the store floor."
"But you know, I won't fire you," Mir said casually after hearing this, "and there will be no better shopkeeper than you."
Hearing this, Zoe smiled on her face, as if she had eaten honey.
"Who is that?" Mir looked at the distance walking towards here, a beautiful girl with a melancholic temperament, pretty cheeks, about twenty years old, with a weak charm in her bones, like a girl huddled in a corner. The little white rabbit walked with his head slightly lowered and seemed a little depressed.
He seemed to be a regular customer, walking towards the shop with a clear purpose.
"That's Mrs. Charles," Zoe waved to the pretty woman in the distance and whispered, "You used to hate her."
"Charles, this name is somewhat neutral, but why do I hate her?" Mir was a little confused.
"Charles is her fiancé's name. Although the engagement was broken off half a year ago," Zoe took a deep breath and finally said truthfully: "Her former fiancé Charles was a heretic. The explosion at the steam factory six months ago was caused by that group of heretics. Ghost, your grandfather, my husband, all stayed there, and Charles was one of the few heretics who escaped.”
Hearing this, Mil looked at the pretty woman walking in the distance with a complicated expression. To be honest, he didn't feel disgusted at all, because he didn't have any memory of the original owner, let alone the memory of the so-called grandfather.
"Then she...is innocent?" Mir asked with some confusion.
Hearing this, Zoe seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "As I have said countless times before, she is innocent. After all, knights are not freeloaders. If she had been guilty, she would have been pronounced long ago."
Zoe looked at Mir's cheek, and it seemed that the person in front of her became more friendly: "She is also a victim, Mir. In the past six months, Mrs. Charles's name has not shown any tendency to be taken off, but in the past she might not even have her own name." My fiancé is a heretic and I don’t even know.”
"People say that Charles did not escape from Stolen, but was hidden by his fiancée, but those people never considered it. Even they thought that those knights were not fools."
“They also said that the reason why Mrs. Charles was rich was because Charles did some secretive things behind her back, but they never wanted to believe that Mrs. Charles was originally a noble.
Their marriage was just an aristocratic marriage. "
Hearing this, Mir raised his eyebrows: "Perhaps it is not only hatred for heretics, but also a little dissatisfaction with nobles."
During the conversation, the pretty woman came to the shop and looked at the two people in the shop with a somewhat evasive expression.
But Mir was the first to speak with a smile and pointed to his head: "Hello, madam, I lost my memory due to an explosion. Zoe said that you are a regular customer. I wonder if we can get to know each other again."
When he heard this, the man was stunned for a moment, raised his head slightly, and looked at Mir's sincere eyes: "Well, others ask me to check..."
But before she could finish speaking, Mir interrupted with a smile: "Can you tell me your name? Madam."
Hearing this, the woman was obviously stunned for a moment. After a while, she came back to her senses and said in a soft tone: "My, my name is Emilia."
"Emilia, that's a nice name. Nice to meet you. Welcome to Haowubupi. Forgive me for losing my memory and not being able to introduce the products to you, but I have a very good shopkeeper."
When Zoe heard this, she quickly said: "Hello, Cha...Ms. Amelia, do you want the same old style, or this new silk?"
Mir didn't want to discuss the rights and wrongs of everyone. He had not experienced any of that, and the hatred was not in his heart.
But Zoe is different. She has experienced it and can treat Emilia rationally after the experience. Mir admires her very much. This shopkeeper seems to be better than she thought.
After giving Zoe a look and telling her that he was going to the small compartment inside the store, Zoe nodded with a smile.
Opening the small compartment, I found that it was not the utility room I thought. It was a clean and tidy floor with a small bed in the center and all the quilts and bedding were covered.
Is this the small room where Zoe keeps watch at night? You are so dedicated, but Zoe may not need to keep the store in the future, because her house was bombed, and this small room will be temporarily requisitioned.
Mir suddenly lay down on the soft bed, thinking about what happened recently.
Heresy, heresy, everything seems to be inseparable from heresy. The original owner hates heresy, so the possibility of becoming a heretic is extremely small, and it is very likely that he was bewitched.
By the way, heretics can summon filth, so the people of the Righteous God Church must have a way to become stronger.
Explosion, that Anna Knight said that I was in the center of the explosion, which means that the explosion originated from me or Ellie.
The feeling of explosion...
Mir calmed down and remembered the moment when his consciousness fell silent. His body seemed to be extremely hot, as if his whole body was being handcuffed on a fire, but there was no burning pain.
Recalling it bit by bit, feeling that state bit by bit.
Suddenly, his consciousness began to become drowsy, and his whole body quickly became hot.
This feeling made him wake up instantly, and the heat all over his body also faded away in an instant.
Mir looked at it with lingering fear and patted his cheek: "I just tried it, but I didn't expect it would really explode... Fortunately, I reacted."
However, the heat at that moment made him fall asleep now, but fortunately there was no sign of fever in his body, and he slowly closed his eyelids.
