While speaking, the banker passed Klein, walked to his son's tombstone, bent down and put down the white bouquet in his hand.
Klein looked at his back and whispered to himself, "I will do my best."
After speaking, he turned around and left the cemetery.
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Constant, a bar decorated in the style of the last century.
A man wrapped in a thick jacket with a beer walked up to the wooden board next to the bar, trying to find part-time work from the sheets of paper taped to it.
Suddenly, he saw a strange entrusted task: "I am a reporter, and I want to collect various stories from different people in the war, preferably those that I have personally experienced. The reward I can offer is, free I have the resources to satisfy your desire to repair and rebuild your home.
"Merlin Hermes."
The man frowned subconsciously, feeling that the commission was too peculiar, like the product of a prank.
"Can you understand the words on it?" A thin man sitting next to the board seized the opportunity and asked.
Among the guests who come and go in this bar, there are only a very small number of literate people. Even if they want to find a job or accept a corresponding commission, most of them can't understand what is written on the paper pasted on the wooden board, and the bartender can only remember. Live with the highest paying ones.
Based on this situation, the thin man relied on his own free schooling, mastered common Loenian vocabulary, and provided corresponding interpretations for others at a price of a quarter of a penny each time.
This is how he survives.
The man shook his head, expressing that he could understand Loenwen. He pointed to Merlin Hermes' commission and said, "Is this true?"
"Really, that Mr. reporter is sitting in that corner, wearing a tall top hat." The thin man enthusiastically pointed out the direction.
The reporter had promised him a quarterpenny for every referral.
The man holding the beer fell silent, and after hesitating for about ten seconds, he walked to the corner and found the reporter named Merlin Hermes.
"Are you really going to help me rebuild the house?" He asked a little worriedly.
Klein pointed to the documents placed on the small round table and said, "We can sign the contract."
"...No, even if you just provide some materials, I'm quite satisfied." The man sat across from Klein and said rather cautiously, "I don't have too vivid a story."
"It's enough to be real." Klein nodded slightly, giving encouragement.
The man looked down, stared at the desktop and said: "I am a native of Conston. I used to have a decent job and bought a townhouse on Danchao Street. Later, when the war broke out, I My house was in ruins during a bombing, and my eldest son, who had just entered elementary school, was buried in it...
"We had to rent another two bedroom until the Feysacs took Conston and they, they dragged my wife away and she never came back...
"Some time ago, someone informed me to identify the dead body. I couldn't recognize her. She was so rotten that she didn't look like it. However, her leftover clothes were still in the pocket, and our tap water bill was also in it...
"When she was renting out, she always missed our home, and so did my youngest daughter. I don't have much money and can barely make ends meet, but I hope to rebuild that house a little bit.
"Frankly speaking, I really don't like to tell others about my misfortune. I would rather keep silent, but if I can really get help in rebuilding this matter, then I can..."
Klein held a pen and paper and pretended to be taking notes. Hearing this, he nodded lightly and said, "Your wish will come true. You go to the ruins of the house on Danchao Street and wait for me tomorrow."
At the same time, he pushed the 1 soli note over: "This is the money to buy you a drink."
The man's eyes flickered as if to say no, but he finally picked up the bill.
The next day, after sending his youngest daughter to the church school, he walked back to the familiar Danchao Street along the familiar road, and then saw the familiar house. JrNovels.com