Chapter 14
The Eastern District of Backlund
Chapter 14 The Eastern District of Backlund
Hobert resisted the urge to pat her head; her height and appearance were simply too perfect for a head pat. "Miss Deercha, your friend Miss Hall asked me to help you out of your current predicament."
Last night, Fors used his "apprentice" abilities to go to the prison and tell her about asking Earl Hall's daughter and the young Viscount Grelint for help.
Xiu politely replied, "Please thank Miss Hall for me. How may I assist you?"
The little girl is quite savvy!
Hobart smiled and said, "I need to know the whole process of the conflict."
“Okay,” Hugh continued, “Mr. Bennett was an honest, hardworking man in the East End. He was quite wealthy a decade or so ago, but a business failure bankrupted his family.”
"But even in his most difficult times, he still carefully protected the pocket watch that his father had passed down to him."
"Just two weeks ago, when Bennett was finishing work, he discovered that his pocket watch had been stolen."
Fortunately, the thief hadn't gone far. Bennett saw the thief's face and knew he was one of Will's men.
"Hmm, I wonder if either of you knows anything about the relationship between the thieves and the bullies in the East District?"
Hopper said, "I roughly know that some scoundrels force or instigate children in the East End to steal."
Hugh nodded: "That's right, so my arbitration is that the seven or eight-year-old thief is not at fault, and Will must hand over the pocket watch and compensate Bennett for his lost wages."
"But Will refused to comply with my arbitration, so I had no choice but to resort to physical persuasion."
What kind of physical persuasion is this?! Hobert thought to himself: Isn't it just about beating the other party into submission?!
"I swear!" Hugh said, "I only intended to break his leg. He accidentally bumped into the table and supposedly broke his spine."
She shrugged: "That's the whole story."
Hobert nodded. "I understand."
Lisa, who hadn't said a word the whole time, asked timidly, "Is that villain named Will really that fragile? Or is he sick?"
Otherwise, how could such a petite girl possibly defeat an adult man?
Xiu opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to explain.
"Ms. Lisa, please allow me to introduce you. This young lady is wearing a knight's training uniform." Hobert winked at Hugh. "As far as I know, she has undergone rigorous knightly training. Let alone a villain, I estimate that two or three adult men would be no match for her."
Hugh quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, yes!"
She guessed that Hobert must also be a Non-Extraordinary, or know about the existence of Non-Extraordinary, which is why Miss Hall sought his help and told him that she was a Non-Extraordinary.
Lisa was somewhat surprised and was already considering whether to let her daughter also receive knight training.
Hobart then asked, "Where can I find Mr. Will?"
"I don't know where he lives, but he must have some men at the Blue Knight Bar," Hugh said.
Hobert stood up and said, "Yes, Miss Deercha, please be patient, I will resolve the issue as soon as possible."
"Thank you." Hugh shook hands with Hobart politely.
Hobart had the illusion of shaking hands with a high school student, and: Sorry, it's not that I want to look down on you, but only in this way can I make eye contact with you.
After leaving the Minsk prison, the carriage headed straight for the eastern district.
In the carriage, Hobart asked, "Ms. Lisa, have you been to the East End?"
"I've been there a few times," Lisa said, her expression turning serious again. "I've hired maids there."
Hobart exclaimed, "I've heard about the East End countless times from others, but this is my first time visiting it."
He asked, "What are your thoughts on the East District?"
"It feels like they don't live in the same world as us."
Silence fell over the carriage. After a few minutes, Hobart said, "You're absolutely right."
The carriage had arrived in the East District. It was Friday, a workday, but on the streets, one could still see homeless people with blank stares and expressions.
There were also children who were so thin they were just big heads, running through the streets, their shifty eyes fixed on the carriage Hobert and his companions.
Hobart looked at the children and said with emotion, "They should be in school, living a life free from want, instead of hanging out in thug-filled bars, doing petty theft and other despicable things."
Then, whether he was explaining to Lisa or talking to himself, it was unclear: "I know I can't help them right now, I just feel their lives shouldn't be like this. Hah, 'Why don't they eat cake?' What I'm saying really sounds disgusting."
Lisa didn't quite understand what Hobart was saying, but she sensed that something was off about the young man beside her.
Of course something was wrong. When Hobart first read about the East End in the book, he didn't think much of it. He was born and raised in a peaceful country, and after transmigrating, he lived in an upper-class family. It would be difficult for him to empathize with the people of the East End.
Only after arriving in the East District did I realize what numbness meant, and what it meant to be "as thin as a matchstick."
Hobert sighed for a moment, then quickly composed himself. As he said, there was nothing he could do now, and showing sympathy at this point would be meaningless and would only ruin his plans.
Arriving at the Blue Knight Bar, it was a completely different scene. The place was bustling and filled with the smells of sweat and feet.
Too many people want to numb themselves with alcohol and escape this damn life.
Of course, this is also a small black market where thieves sell their stolen goods and where thugs make illegal deals or collaborations.
Hopper, standing at the bar, pulled out a one-pound note: "Whoever can take me to see Will, this pound is his."
The noisy bar suddenly fell silent. You should know that most workers in the East End earn around 15 or even 10 shillings a week, so 1 pound is a considerable sum here.
A young man stepped forward with a smile: "I'll tell you where Will is."
Hobart said coldly, "You have to take me with you."
"Okay, no problem, give me the money quickly, young master." After receiving the money, the other party laughed and said, "Now let me tell you, Will is dead. Do you want me to take you to hell? Hahahaha."
The people in the bar started laughing too.
Hobart slowly pulled open his coat, revealing a revolver at his waist: "My gun doesn't seem satisfied with your answer."
He anticipated that the East District might come today, so he specially requested a revolver. However, his marksmanship... well, let's just say it's most powerful when he's not firing.
The revolver silenced the bar once more, and the young man's smile vanished: "Alright, alright, young master, I'll take you there now."
With the gun intimidating him, the young man dared not try any more tricks. He turned left and right, finally knocking on a dilapidated door: "Boss Will, are you still alive?"
A rough voice came from inside the door: "Which bastard is trying to steal my things again?"
Ever since he couldn't stand up anymore, nobody treated him like a boss.
(End of this chapter)