Chapter 808 Rogge's Package
Roger lost his job this time.
His own employer gave up this employment.
However, based on Rogge's understanding, he is sure that the boss will not actually go to the buyer to explain the situation and refund the money, but when the other party comes to buy something again and wants to hire a delivery, he will choose not to deliver the item. No money back.
Originally, Rogge didn't intend to tell this matter.
He also remembered very clearly that the reason why he accepted this employment in the first place was that he didn't have to do it.
But why did he suddenly decide to tell the story?
Doesn't matter?
Roger was keenly aware of his emotions at this time.
He no longer cares about work and the things that affect his work.
For some reason, he was interested in that church.
The church on the edge of the town.
In his impression, the church that worshiped the Lord of the Night had been dilapidated a few years ago, and there was no one there.
And the reason seems to be because of a fire.
He is not very clear about this matter.
But, according to another porter brother I met before, it was a fire.
Because the town is too remote, many people don't know it, but the porter brother seems to live in a place where he can see the fire.
He said it was a terrible fire.
Not only the church, but also the nearby woods were burned clean.
Although he didn't know about the accident, he was very clear about the people living in that church.
He remembered that it was a little girl who lived in that church.
Although it was very rare, when he passed by there, he did see a little girl——
before.
The little girl lived in that castle, no, the church for nearly ten years, and he could vaguely recall the change in her figure.
However, Rogge couldn't help wondering, why did he think of the castle?
Although the church is indeed very big, like a castle in the story, it is obviously not a castle in shape.
Roger thought with some uncertainty.
Immediately, he glanced around.
A few people he didn't know well were gathering together to talk in twos and threes, and Rogge, who was not deaf, could clearly hear their conversation.
They were talking about what just happened—
The performance of that employer.
But Roger had little interest.
Inexplicably, he paid more attention to that church.
go for a trip.
Roger quickly made a decision.
Rogge turned around resolutely as he glanced at the passers-by who were wearing veils covering their faces.
Perhaps for the first time in decades, Rogge went without anything to help with the load.
When he came to the edge of the town, Rogge stopped in his tracks.
Not because of anything else, but because, within his line of sight, the only places illuminated by fire and candles are here.
Turning his eyes slightly, Rogge quickly found the target, amidst a burst of clanging.
The next moment, in his field of vision, a young man in a postman's uniform appeared in Rogge's field of vision.
The young man who was standing a few hundred meters away from him just now leaned towards him at some point.
and
"Mr. Roger?"
"Yes." The colleague who responded, Rogge was slightly puzzled, guessing the other party's intention.
a postman?
Although these hired workers who are hired to deliver things are quite similar to postmen, they are not the same after all.
At this moment, the postman raised his right hand and handed over something wrapped in black cloth.
In terms of size, the thing is only the size of a palm, but Rogge can feel that the thing is very heavy.
At the same time, the postman said:
"This is a package sent to you, please sign for confirmation."
"Sent to me?"
Roger couldn't help expressing his doubts:
"Who sent it to me? Someone sent me something?"
On the edge of the small town, where most of the sights were not illuminated by fire, Rogge confirmed to the postman in front of him.
He hadn't been to the post office, hadn't used the mail.
He was also very curious at first, why would someone pay such a high price to send a letter to deliver the mail.
That's a higher price than directly hiring porters like them.
"I have no idea."
The postman, who was younger than himself, checked the cloth bag slung around his waist, then smiled and shrugged at him:
"Anyway, it's clearly written on it, and the letter will be sent to you."
"You don't know either."
Rogge scratched his head, and glanced at the black object wrapped in cloth-like things in his hand:
"Thank you so much."
At the same time, he couldn't help muttering:
"If only I could be a postman."
The postman froze for a moment, then smiled:
"Haha, then you can come to us for a try and see if the boss will hire you."
The talkative postman responded with a smile, said goodbye to him and left.
"The postman is a very leisurely job."
Seeing the other party leave unhurriedly, Rogge couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
However, he was not in a hurry to unpack the package.
After looking at the package, he untied the opening of the coat, stuffed the package into the coat with wide pockets, and stuffed it into the coat that he had hollowed out the stuffing to make room for dressing.
The pocket formed by the removal of the padding held the black thing nicely.
After tugging at his collar to make sure nothing would fall off on the road, he walked towards the edge of the town.
Then, he saw a man.
There was a burning lamp in front of the man, and around the flickering lantern were other lamps.
"I need to go to church."
Roger said to the man very familiarly.
Hearing this, the man saw him coming and directly picked up a lantern, ready to light it with the help of the dyed lantern, paused for a moment, as if he was stunned.
"Church?" Rogge is very familiar with, a businessman who often wanders around the edge of the town and makes a living by selling lamps to people without lamps, reconfirmed.
"Yes, what's the matter?" Rogge, who was a little confused, took over the lantern that had just been lit, was covered with a mask, and emitted fire light to the surroundings, and when he gave the money with some pain, he couldn't help asking.
"No, it's nothing, it's just that no one has been there for several years, and I've stayed around here for so long, only a few times."
The lamp seller responded to Rogge's doubts.
"That's right. If you go to the church, by the way, go to the tomb on the left side of the church and help me worship."
The lamp seller returned more than half of the money he gave, and said at the same time.
"no problem!"
Rogge took back the money, took over the work with a smile, and then, holding the lamp, he walked quickly towards the direction of the church.
He wasn't walking fast, but he vaguely heard another person's footsteps and greeting, as well as the lamp seller's response:
"Hey Sir, why are you here?"