Chapter 990: The Kree Party and Arsene Lupin

Diropin

May 19th, Iris Kingdom, Les Eygents.

It was 12 noon, and the weather was sunny and hot.

Alice de Harcourt did not wear the hot outfit she usually wore as a journalist, but changed into a dress as well-behaved as a princess and sat in the carriage.

The dark green dress had golden threads sewn on it with hymns written in the Elvish language, and the hem was edged with white lace. She wore white silk stockings made of Elvish craftsmanship, and the whole person looked like a large doll... She looked well-behaved and quiet, and a few years younger than usual.

She leaned against the window and squinted her eyes, looking peaceful and beautiful.

Suddenly the carriage stopped, and the shaking woke her up.

"We are here, Miss."

The driver said so.

Alice got out of the carriage. The early summer sun was too bright, making her a little dizzy.

People walked in the streets at noon, and there were artists singing loudly on the streets, which was a very standard opera aria. The children surrounded her, their eyes seemed to have stars.

Not far away, on another street, a bard could be seen playing the violin on a platform. It was originally a diversion platform used to prevent impact during riots, and there were many sandbags piled on it for shelter, but now it has become a simple personal stage.

Behind the bard, in the crowd that stopped to listen to the music, a young-looking pickpocket could be seen stealing some banknotes from the pocket of an old gentleman holding a civilized cane.

Above her head were the squawking seagulls, and the smell of food drifted in the street. Freshly baked potato grids and crepes accompanied by cheerful shouts, Alice felt a little hungry.

"Miss, your box."

The coachman took Alice's luggage off the top of the carriage and handed it to her. He was secretly surprised by the weight of the box - such a heavy box, such a thin young lady, could she lift it?

He couldn't help asking, "Is there anyone to pick you up?"

"Yes."

Alice smiled and handed the driver a banknote.

This was three times the fare they agreed on.

This is not good, the driver thought.

He could tell at a glance that this was a young lady who was not very experienced in the world. If others saw such a rich and naive young lady, they would immediately realize that a fat sheep has come.

This is Iris!

How many playboys and swindlers disguised as playboys are wandering on every street. The former will cheat the girl's body, and the latter will take away the money together.

The driver looked at the children who were stealing and frowned slightly.

He knew those children.

They were a group of street kids who called themselves "Kray Gang". They basically just came out of the orphanage, and some were still in the orphanage-because the law in Iris has a mechanism for the protection of minors, and the gangs have evolved to the point of hiring children to do some dangerous things.

It started with burglary - this is also the origin of the name of the "Kray Gang", which means "key" in the language of Iris. Adult gangs will help them scout the place, find a wealthy house with no defense, or notify these little brats when the owner is not at home, and they will skillfully pick the lock and steal the designated items based on the information.

Because they are young enough, even if the police come, they cannot be shot on the spot. Even if the owner comes back, they can only be caught, not hurt. The children fled in all directions and flexibly immersed in the streets and alleys they are familiar with. At most, only one or two can be caught, and in most cases they will be repeatedly pulled and easily thrown off.

In the law of Iris, "theft" is different from "robbery". As long as the thief has left the scene of the crime, it is not legal to fight back and hurt others - hurting or even killing the thief is also illegal, and hurting children is a felony. If the child does not steal too much, then trying to be ruthless in order to recover these things is not worth the loss.

If the police are called to recover the stolen goods, at most they can only retrieve the items that have not been sold in time. But in most cases, the stolen goods will be resold to the gangs as soon as they are obtained.

Compared with adults who choose to betray the gangs because of fear of breaking the law, going to jail and various punishments, these fearless little brats are extremely tough and particularly loyal - the cost of being disloyal is even more serious than going to jail. Anyway, Iris Prison will always treat them well, and the amount of theft is not large, and they will be out soon after entering.

So these children gathered together... More than 80% of them are orphans, so they are fearless. So much so that now in Iris, "orphan" has become a swear word, and even many welfare homes themselves are connected with gangs... and even with "those who cannot be mentioned".

Therefore, even if these children's hiding skills are not good, many people dare not speak out even if they see them.

- Children are the most vengeful.

Dare to offend the Kray Gang, just wait to be followed home. Every kid on the street was a potential Klay, and they could always bring in more gang members in greater numbers.

In order to let these children gain something and leave satisfied, people often put some change in the shallowest pocket of their clothes when they go out. As long as they succeed, they will leave satisfied, at least the surrounding streets will be safe; if they fail, they may want to rob watches, jewelry, glasses, pipes or other more expensive things.

The Kray Gang is very hostile to the rich. As long as there is a chance to take action, they will definitely choose the richest person in the range. For them, the fun and significance of "making the rich lose their property" is far greater than the little money they get after selling the stolen goods. After all, these children will never starve to death - they are supported by the gang, and stealing is just their job, not their helplessness when they can't survive.

The driver didn't know whether this naive young lady understood these "social rules".

In order to prevent her from meddling in other people's business, or saying something she shouldn't say, or being targeted by these evil children because she couldn't pay... he decided to stay here for a while.

Just treat it as an additional service for the triple fare, he thought.

"In that case," the driver said, "I will wait with you for a while before he comes."

He did not ask whether the person who came to pick her up was a man or a woman - based on his many years of experience in soliciting customers, the girl must be waiting for her sweetheart.

Thinking of this, the driver, who was in his forties or fifties, straightened his beret and adjusted his woolen vest.

He stared at the child who had stolen in a deterrent way, and the other party stared back without fear.

The child looked Alice up and down, and a trace of surprise flashed in his ignorant eyes. He thought for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, and quietly retreated.

At this time, a hearty voice sounded.

"Miss Alice, I've been waiting for a long time."

It was a man wearing a tall hat.

His tall hat was black, and the shadow covered half of his face. Only the lower half of his face that was exposed was clear and charming. He was wearing a black tuxedo and had a tall figure.

"Mr. Yasen!"

Alice greeted him with a smile.

Seeing someone coming, the driver nodded tactfully, put down the box, got on the car and left.

And Yasen took the box and walked towards a nearby bar.

Alice walked over intimately and took the arm of "Mr. Yasen".

She whispered: "Where is my money, Yasen Lupin?"

"Don't worry, little girl."

Yasen Lupin smiled in a low voice: "The rules are not like this, we have to follow the order."

As he said, he took Alice into a nearby bar.

This bar has no name and no sign outside. Or rather, it used to have a sign, but now it has fallen off, and you can still see some traces of freshness.

There were not many people inside at noon, but the sound was unexpectedly noisy. Gray smoke filled the air, choking Alice to cough repeatedly. You can also hear rude laughter, conversations, the voices of bards telling stories vividly, and the sound of playing cards.

All this is so new to Alice.

She looked around with her eyes wide open, trying to remember everything in her mind.

But at this moment, she suddenly saw a man in a white robe in the corner.

He suddenly raised his head and stared at her. In an instant, their eyes met, and she felt a chill on her back and broke out in a cold sweat.

It was a man in a white robe with long white hair, bloodshot eyes, and a gloomy and dangerous temperament. He sat in the corner, with a circle of empty people around him. There was only him at the whole table.

For some reason, Alice felt that this person was familiar. It was as if she had seen him somewhere before.

The white-haired man seemed to notice Alice's gaze. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cruel smile.

The next moment, Yasen took a half step forward and blocked the man's sight.

He took off his hat, revealing a thick head of black curly hair.

He stared at the white-haired man, and in Alice's horrified eyes, he slowly walked forward and sat in front of him.

"Sir, is there any room here?"

Yasen's steady voice fell, and he pressed his hat on the table.

"Ah..."

A low, hoarse voice sounded.

The pair of blood-red eyes stared at Arsene, revealing an unconcealed smile: "Of course... Mr. Arsene de Vendôme."

At that moment, Alice saw that Arsene's left hand, which was holding the hat, suddenly exerted force, and the bones were clearly visible.