Rebecca's house is a rectangular room that is not much bigger than the kitchen of the Nanfeng Tavern. The walls are covered with plaid patterns, and the floor is an old wooden floor. A wooden sliding door that is obviously added to the back simply divides the room into two parts.

The room that is obviously a woman is much cleaner than Liqi's bedroom, which is messed up by a pile of books. Although the original area was a little smaller, the space that was well organized made people feel that the room was much wider.

Woo--

The kettle placed on the stove next to it spewed out a ball of water vapor. The pipe water that was loaded into the kettle by Rebecca a while ago seemed to have been burned. Looking at the pipe water that has been widely used in every household, who would have thought that the Imperial people still needed to fetch water from public wells decades ago.

After boiling the boiling water, Rebecca poured the hot water from the pot into a paper cup and then sent it to Curt: "I only have boiled water, it doesn't matter?"

There were some wooden furniture that looked a bit old, and a small sofa that was stripped off. In addition to these basic furniture and a small stove, there was also a plastic bookshelves cutting corners on the side of the wall, with basically crumpled magazines on it.

"No problem, I'm not picky anyway, so it doesn't matter what I drink." Sitting at the other end of the round table covered with a washed white patterned square scarf, Curt waved his hand carelessly, took the paper cup full of boiling water and took a sip. "Speaking of it, I really didn't expect you to have children."

He looked at the little eyes hiding behind the wooden sliding door, peeking at his place. The little girl who just called Rebecca "mom" was timidly peeking at the two adults sitting at both ends of the table. A strand of thin pigmented hair sneaked out of the cracks in the door and swayed gently outside the door.

It seems that she was regarded as a suspicious person by this little girl. When she saw her following in Rebecca's arms just now, she immediately hid in her mother's arms and peeked at him with a cowardly expression. Even if Rebecca whispered several times to her, her nervousness did not ease.

My face should not look like a bad person, why are you always suspected today?

Curt couldn't help but feel a little headache. It was fine if the gangsters of Slot before, but no matter who they looked at, they felt suspicious. But now, being looked at by a little girl who looked only five or six years old with a warning gaze, Curt felt an indescribable depression.

Noting Curt's reaction, Rebecca turned his head and glanced at the thin partition. A "Ah-!" sound came from behind the thin partition door. The old wooden floor creaked, followed by the sound of footsteps of sand and the sound of something turning.

"Does it seem strange that I have children?" She didn't seem to take the commotion from the opposite room seriously, but her expression seemed a little unnatural when she spoke. "Although I do that kind of job, I'm not young anymore. It's not surprising to have a daughter at all, right?"

Curt remembered that generation was put into the cloth pocket of the room she put in. Although the little boy said that his mother paid Rebecca for the doll. But now thinking about it, the administrator's family is not a rich man. A doll cannot be so expensive that it requires a large bag of things to be paid.

It seems that the administrator's family also knows Rebecca's daughter. Some of the "rewards" should be used to help Rebecca and her daughter. There is also the new doll placed on the top of the bag, which should be a gift given to the little girl by the administrator who has not met.

Why do you care about so much? Anyway, mercenaries don’t check their household registration.

Curt smiled and stopped pursuing the issue: "That's right, and I'm not going to talk to you about it - Miss Rebecca, can you tell me what interesting things have happened around you during the time when we haven't met?"

The same information has different value in the hands of different people. Most people sound just rumors in the market, but in some people, there are priceless information. Many things that seem to have nothing to do with each other are actually very likely to be related behind the scenes.

"Of course, if you are willing to tell me about the Slots, I can provide these as additional rewards." Curt took out a few bills from his pocket and placed them in front of him, and looked at Rebecca, who seemed a little surprised when he heard the price he proposed. "I think these should be enough to buy the news of those gangsters - of course, I will pay you more after considering the value of the information."

Special professional practitioners like Rebecca who "communicate" with many different classes are often one of the main channels for the circulation of these information. The people they need to contact often have some information that Curt happens to need now, and they always have a way to get this information.

Rebecca shook her head helplessly. She really needs money now, and the money that Curt gave was indeed quite a lot for him: "You guy is really strange, you always spend money in strange places... But since you are willing to pay, I don't have to refuse."

Unlike some people, the common people always need to work hard for their daily life needs. Rebecca may be the more unfortunate individual among these people. Material issues such as money often force life to desperate - but she still insists on living.

"Then let's talk about the Slots that you are interested in first. Since the end of the war, more and more immigrants from that place in this city have come. And what they did in Katris, Leinster, you should know, you are a mercenary, right?"

The most direct impact of deteriorating public security is that the safety of the lower class people who live in the streets and alleys is not guaranteed. After all, the public security in the upper residential areas is protected by guards and guards, and those who need to face the dangerous groups are often these ordinary people who are unable to resist.

Those who suffer will always be kind and weak people. The phenomenon of the strong prey on the weak has continued from the past to the present, and has not been completely changed.

After receiving the banknotes handed over by Curt, Rebecca's words opened. She said angrily: "It's okay to work in our industry, but we can't make much money. But these guys insist that this is their territory. If we want to work here, we have to give them money."

Her statement, Curt has also heard of it. Although the Slots are one of the largest groups in the underground forces of Katris, these groups of the same ethnic group are definitely not a solid piece of the same.

The largest Slotte organization is under a man named Galbo, which operates in the industrial area of ​​Katris under the name of "Galbo United Enterprise". This "enterprise" is an enterprise that is a spell-producing and selling contraband products behind the scenes, but it seems that due to some resistance, it has been difficult for the security forces to start an investigation.

If Katris' underground market is a pot of soup, then the main ingredients in the pot of soup have been swallowed by Galbo. This glutton did not intend to take care of other small groups that were also Slots, but only cared about swallowing all the benefits. It is for this reason that Galbo is also called "Dialigar" by many people - this is a legendary terrifying monster that will swallow everything up.

There is such a small group that cannot see the King of Warcraft lands above the Slots and cannot join the "Galbo United Enterprise" and certainly has no way to plunder the territory of other groups. They can only plunder the remaining resources in the soup pot belonging to the Slots after Galbo finished eating.

The unreasonable collection, which they call "protection fees", is one of the representatives of this behavior. In the name of "protecting public security from other groups", they demand money from vendors, prostitutes, and any residents without background in various classified "territories".

But in fact, it is often these groups formed by the Slots who often destroy the public order on their own "territories". These gangsters did not protect anyone according to their guarantees. Instead, they acted in the streets, and the residents often dared not speak out.

As she spoke, she suddenly yelled without any image: "What a joke! I am an imperialist, and those Slottes dare to say that the territory of the empire is their territory! I don't know who this street belongs, but it is definitely not those bastards who have only been here for a few years!"

From her mouth, Curt barely heard some useful information, and her previous dispute with the gangsters was also due to the so-called "protection fee". However, rather than providing information to Curt, Rebecca seemed to be unilaterally complaining. She was nagging loudly about her dissatisfaction with the gangsters, and she almost swears - but Curt felt that she might just consider her image in front of her.

"But in recent times, these gangsters have been a little restrained and are not doing anything wrong like they did in the past." After talking for a long time, Rebecca finally exclaimed her complaints, "But instead they have also received more 'protection fees'."

Rebecca supported one hand on the table, pressing her fist against the cheap, and seemed a little lazy to talk to Curt about the situation that had happened nearby.

"I heard that the guards have strengthened patrols of nearby streets, so the gangsters dare not do some things too blatantly. However, when it comes to things like protection fees, it is not allowed to be used as evidence by just talking with your mouth, and the gangsters will also pay attention to not leaving any evidence."

Because the deterioration of public security has become serious recently, the guard team has also increased its alert level.

Thinking of this, Curt didn't expect that the next moment, a sentence came out of Rebecca's mouth: "But the situation is not just that. I heard from some Slot gangsters that many brothers have been injured recently, as if some new guys want to get involved in their sphere of influence."

It turns out that those people's hands have reached here?
Chapter completed!