Chapter 650 Ch649 Wool Black

Chapter 650 Ch.649 Wool Black

After hearing the 'healthy' conclusion, Dan Barge hugged the baby and sat far away.

The wrinkled old guy lowered his face and stared at the sleeping man silently, no longer participating in the conversation.

Kingsley showed a considerable degree of anger towards the 'liar' - although Rose believed that this anger only came from the 'failure'.

Failure made him feel that he had been fooled. The straight trousers and armor-like shirt prevented him from bending down his bulging belly full of dignity and seeing with his own eyes what was happening in the real world - Rose thought so, of course. Didn't spare him either.

"If you really feel the same way, my young detective, you should have asked Ms. Allen for her full name. In your eyes, the truth is more important than anything else, right?"

Kingsley's eyes became sharp for a moment:

"Of course I sympathize with them. But Miss Shelley, you have to understand that this is a group of criminals after all. They not only murder, but also set up illegal organizations to carry out cult activities in urban London, spreading illegal teachings and at the same time, they are like toxins The same spread..."

Rose didn't care about that, and immediately started fighting mode, arrogantly holding her neck and quarreling with Kingsley (pecking at each other) like a majestic rooster.

On the other side, Halida knelt down and bowed with tears in her eyes.

She was good and bad, making even the eccentric dog owner feel embarrassed.

"I won't give you the money back," Jack Black put down his spoon awkwardly, glanced at Roland, and lowered his voice a few degrees: "...Okay, kid, that's it. I think you have a good home now. , finally fate has mercy on you - cherish your current life, good boy, good girl."

"Your brother will also bless you in heaven."

Blake used his few and rare kindness to comfort Halida, this poor maid - she was born in brown and proved the inevitability of a difficult life in the future, but when she came to see her today, she was well-groomed and spotless. Even a little fatter.

Living a good life is a great blessing.

Fate finally showed mercy.

"Brother?" Halida's silver eyes trembled slightly. Speaking of her younger brother, the maid seemed to be even more overflowing with gratitude: "If it weren't for you, Mr. Boo Black, if it wasn't for you... I, I now, I now have a younger brother... I want to thank you..."

Blake was confused.

Probably...

She is now accompanied by her younger brother, has a good master, and is living a very good life - maybe this is what she means?

The dog owner responded for a few times, and finally looked at Kingsley.

The detective he commissioned.

In other words, a rookie looking for a cheap commission.

"No rats."

Kingsley was still focused on the bickering war with Rose, and he was distracted and quickly replied: "There are no rats, and there are no bloody sputum, spots or red feces."

Rose was curious: "What rat?"

Gulu.

Embarrassing sounds sounded in between Rose's questions.

Halida held her belly, and a hint of red could be seen on her light brown face.

"It seems we'd better chat while we eat," Blake put his hands on his hips, looked past Halida and looked at Roland, testing: "Sir, lunch... five shillings per person?"

Roland shook his head: "How about five pounds."

Blake smiled brightly and quickly answered: "Then five pounds!"

Rose's eyebrows almost stood up: "You—"

Before she could curse, Roland covered her mouth with his hand.

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As Halida's master, Roland should express his gratitude to Jack Black on Halida's behalf.

Five people, twenty-five pounds.

It's almost half a year's salary for a tutor.

If he wasn't worried that Rose would secretly open the window in the middle of the night and rob Mr. Wool's house, he would even want to pay more money - gold pounds cannot measure the gratitude of her maid.

As for Jack Black, just one uncommon act of kindness was rewarded with such reward. Obviously, there won't be too many things that will worry him in the days to come - and therefore, everyone's lunch was extraordinarily sumptuous.

Meaning, poverty-stricken abundance.

In addition to a few pieces of soft bread that you can surrender without having to touch it with your front teeth, everyone has a mushroom soup with small pieces of tomatoes, half a chicken that has been reheated, and two relatively fresh fish.

A few strips of dark meat pressed by an unknown animal.

The dog keeper was carrying plates one after another, and Rose became furious when she saw them.

She glared at Roland angrily, and then started to glare at Halida - all because of her.

In Rose's opinion, this favor was not worth twenty-five pounds.

Just give him a few pennies and that's it, or just say a few more 'thanks' and you might not have to pay a penny at all.

Of course Blake could see the dissatisfaction of the green eyes on the table. His teeth were like blades grinding the chicken. While chewing, he said brazenly: "I don't know how important this is to your friend and servant - but since this If the gentleman is willing to pay, it means that something is much more expensive than twenty-five pounds."

The maid, who was stared at again, silently lowered her head to drink the soup.

The puppy in my heart was wagging its tail excitedly, running wildly from left to right and having fun.

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Spent a fortune on me.

"What do you mean?" Rose crushed Halida's feet with the toes of her boots under the table: "In order to find you that 'thing' that can store..., I paid a lot of favors and spent a lot of effort, it seems I’ve never seen you so happy.”

Halida paused, carefully put down the spoon, and whispered: "... Thank you, Rose."

Rose pouted and leaned towards Roland: "Look, you didn't even say your name when you came back."

Roland also put down the spoon like Halida, and the master and servant were exactly the same, cautious, and said to Rose: "Thank you, name."

Rose: ...

The other foot began to grind Roland's shoes.

Halida smiled secretly.

She is so happy now.

"So, can I ask what the purpose of your commission is?" Kingsley seemed to have no interest in the "exquisite dishes" in front of him, turning the rusty fork in his hand, "Rats, blood sputum-related to the plague?"

Blake unscrewed the wine flask and took a sip: "Oh, that's right. Those little monsters with black hair are the source of many disasters-I have worked in Leeds Medical School, and I have long known the horror of these little things."

Kingsley asked again: "You didn't continue this noble job?"

This made Blake speechless.

He stared at Kingsley for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether this was irony or not: "Noble? How can you tell if it's noble, great detective? Is it noble to twist the hand crank for a woman to treat madness, or is it noble to cut off a living person's arm with a saw?"

Kingsley drooped his eyelashes: "If these things alone make you feel 'unnoble', then you are indeed not suitable for this noble job."

Blake was not annoyed.

In his opinion, the young man's face was full of 'naivety' and 'stupidity'.

Naivety and stupidity without lack of money.

He turned to Dan Budge, who had not spoken a word.

"The police are meddling in other people's business, which is inconsistent with my impression of Blackie."

The old sheriff had figured out the character of this bastard. He held the child in one hand and the fork in the other, and went for the meat: "The police station will not give you any benefits, Blake. Whether you commissioned a detective to investigate or not, for any reason or result - you won't get a penny, even if you kneel down and give me a *."

Sure enough.

As soon as he heard this, Blake lost interest.

"…I make more money than being a doctor," he muttered. Even though he had just received twenty pounds from Roland, he was somewhat disappointed when he heard that he didn't have that share: "Great Detective, you've been working much longer than we agreed on..."

"I have to deduct half..."

"No, I'll deduct a large part."