"You didn't sleep?" At this time, Melissa got up again, opened the door and came out, surprised to see her brother stretching indistinctly.

"Think about something." Klein smiled, relaxed.

Melissa pondered for a while and said, "When I encounter troubles, I will list the bad and good aspects one by one. After the list is finished, I will compare them again, and I will get a 'hint' of what to do."

"Good habit, I did the same." Klein smiled.

Melissa's expression relaxed, and she didn't say any more. She took the large yellowed paper and toiletries and went to the public bathroom.

After breakfast and his sister left, Klein didn't go out in a hurry, and got some sleep in a good mood, because as far as he knew, almost all taverns were closed in the morning.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, he used a small brush and a handkerchief to smooth out the creases of the top hat, get rid of the dirt, and restore it to cleanliness, and then went out in formal clothes, as if going to an interview.

Besik Street was a bit far away, and Klein was afraid of missing the Nighthawks' "work time", so he didn't walk there, but waited for the arrival of the public carriage at the intersection of Iron Cross Street.

In the Kingdom of Loen, there are two types of public carriages, trackless and tracked. The former is pulled by two horses, and can seat about twenty people including the top of the carriage. Stop whenever you want, unless full.

The latter is operated by a rail carriage company. First, a device similar to railroad tracks is laid on the main street. The horses walk on the inside and the wheels turn on the top. The problem is that the route is fixed, the site is fixed, and many places cannot be visited, which is relatively rigid.

After about ten minutes, the sound of wheels hitting the track became closer and closer, and a double-decker carriage stopped in front of the Iron Cross Street site.

"Go to Besik Street." Klein said to the driver.

"You have to go to Champagne Street, but when you get there, it only takes about ten minutes to walk to Besik Street." The driver explained the route.

"Then go to Champagne Street." Klein nodded in agreement.

"It's more than 4 kilometers, 4 pence." A young man with a fair face next to the driver stretched out his hands.

He is the staff responsible for collecting money.

"Okay." Klein took out 4 copper pennies from his pocket and handed them to the other party.

He stepped into the carriage and found that there were not many passengers, even on the first floor there were still several vacancies.

"I only have 3 pence on me, so I have to walk back..." Klein pressed his hat and sat down firmly.

Most of the men and women on this floor are sitting in formal clothes, and some are wearing work clothes and reading newspapers leisurely, but almost no one talks, and it is quite quiet.

Klein closed his eyes to recharge his batteries, and didn't care about the comings and goings of the passengers around him.

After one stop after another, he finally heard the words "Champagne Street".

After getting out of the carriage and making inquiries along the way, he soon came to Beswick Street, where he saw the tavern with the sign of the Tan Hound.

Klein stretched out his right hand and pushed hard. The heavy door slowly opened, and loud sounds and impetuous heat waves rushed in.

Although it was still afternoon, there were already many customers in the tavern, some of them were temporary workers, looking for opportunities here, waiting to be hired, and some of them were doing nothing, numb themselves with alcohol.

The inside of the tavern was quite dark, with two large iron cages erected in the center, the lower third of which went deep into the ground without leaving any gaps. People gathered around with wooden wine glasses, sometimes discussing loudly, sometimes cursing and laughing.

Klein took a curious look and found two dogs inside. One was black and white, similar to the husky on Earth, and the other was pitch black with shiny hair, strong and ferocious.

"Do you want to bet? Doug has won eight games in a row!" A short man in a brown soft hat approached and pointed at the black dog.

Bet? Klein was taken aback for a moment, then came to his senses: "Dog fighting?"

At Hoy University, those aristocratic students and the children of rich families always asked themselves contemptuously and curiously, did the rude workers and jobless hooligans like to participate in boxing and gambling in taverns? In addition to boxing and poker, does gambling also include cruel and bloody items such as cockfighting and dogfighting? JrNovels.com