Chapter 23 "No communicator, no money? Could you get any worse?"...
Clearly, this answer also failed to gain the approval of the kid.
He took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly: "Do you know any of her family members or other friends? At least those who can help."
The pretty guy, who wasn't really of much help, pondered for a moment and slowly nodded.
"I know him." That's all there is to it.
"Great!! Can you contact them now?! Use your communicator!" The kid saw that Reinhardt was dressed very expensively, so he assumed that Reinhardt, like other adults, also carried a communicator with him.
However, Reinhardt had no experience with similar items and shook his head, indicating that he could not help.
"You don't have a communicator?" the kid asked, puzzled, but quickly found a new solution. "Then you must know how to contact them, right?"
Unfortunately, no.
The young man sighed heavily: "You must know where you live, right? Uh, did they give you the address?"
Considering Reinhardt's eye problem, he was worried that the handsome guy in front of him didn't even know his address.
His concerns were valid, and Reinhardt admitted that he genuinely did not know.
“We came by boat; you might be able to find them at the dock.”
The boy paused for a moment, then said, "Which dock? A dock? Even the nearest dock takes a week to get there!"
Reinhardt said, "I don't know what kind of dock it is. We came to this city through a teleportation point. It cost three pounds per person."
The boy was initially shocked by the exorbitant teleportation fee, but quickly calmed down. He excitedly grabbed Reinhardt and said, "Then let's go to the teleportation station now, find your teleportation record, and then spend three gold pounds to teleport back! You have the money, right?"
Unfortunately, Reinhardt shook his head.
"I don't have any money either."
The boy gasped in shock.
"No communicator and no money? Could you get any worse off?"
He always had fourpence on him.
Reinhardt actually thought about it carefully and answered seriously, "Does the fact that I don't have eyes count?"
...What a hell. The kid felt a guilt that he shouldn't have to bear at his age.
Reinhardt actually wanted to make a joke like Buster, but it seems he went too far, and he didn't quite understand the appropriate limits.
Seeing that the boy was silent, he sincerely offered a suggestion, saying, "I bought this outfit for four gold pounds. I can sell it to get money for the journey."
If you can gather three gold pounds, teleport back to the docks, find Buster, and Victoria will definitely be rescued.
"...What will you wear if I sell you?" The kid thought he was joking.
But Reinhardt was serious.
"It's fine if I don't wear it, but of course, it would be best if you could help me find a piece of cloth that can cover my body."
This dress was also bought by Victoria. If it can serve any purpose, then its value is much greater than if she were wearing it.
The kid silently considered the feasibility for a moment.
He glanced at the handsome fellow sitting quietly on the ground, sighed, and shook his head.
"Where is this place? Beautiful clothes are everywhere, and no one would want to spend so much money to buy a piece of clothing that someone else has worn."
And to be honest, the money he could make selling clothes probably wouldn't even cover the cost of this handsome guy going out for tea with someone.
Damn it! Isn't there any other way?
The situation has reached a stalemate.
However, not long after, things took a turn for the better due to the sudden return of other people.
They were probably all the little boy's friends. A few children who sounded very young ran out from behind the pipe, shouting excitedly, "Erna!"
Erna must be the boy's name. Reinhardt turned his head toward the direction from which the sound came.
"Rosie! You're back!" The boy named Erna immediately stood up to greet them. "Are you alright? Where's the others?"
"We've split up, but there shouldn't be any major problems. Any progress on your end?"
In the world of black cloth and white lines, several cute little heads turned towards Reinhardt.
"Wow..." The children's exclamations were undisguised, but their attention was quickly drawn to the gauze band wrapped around Reinhardt's eyes.
"She...she's blind?" The child, who sounded even younger, said with undisguised frustration. "What good is that? She has trouble moving around herself, how can she help us?"
That's true, but the way it was said wasn't very pleasant.
Erna changed the subject, saying, "How much money do you have? Let's pool our money and get three pounds to send him to the docks. They have their accomplices there; we should be able to get new support there."
“Three gold pounds? Is it the Moriarty Coast dock?” the little girl asked in her childish voice. “My dad said the postman took an urgent shipment to that dock. The other dock only costs 1.7 pounds.”
There are only these two docks that can directly teleport you to Duogu City; the rest are too far away and can only be reached by transferring to another station.
“It’s too far,” sighed Erna, the boy. “Even with a carriage, traveling non-stop, it would take at least three or four weeks to make the round trip. By then, we wouldn’t even know if the person was alive or dead.”
Several children sat around Reinhardt, discussing their ideas, but they were all terrible and were rejected by Erna one by one.
As he was talking, Reinhardt's stomach suddenly started to rumble.
"—Gurgle gurgle gurgle."
The noise was quite loud inside the not-so-spacious pipe.
The problem is that Buster trained Reinhardt to eat at very fixed times, so he gets hungry at those times.
I should have known better than to be so honest; I should have eaten some cake earlier.
Reinhardt, sitting quietly, secretly regretted his actions, but then he remembered that the waiter at that shop seemed to know talent scout Dirk. The cake might contain some kind of medicine; perhaps it was better not to eat it.
While deep in thought, Reinhardt's hand was suddenly grasped by Erna.
His fingers, which had been pampered until they were plump and glossy, were turned over, and he now held something hard in his hand.
"This is all we have, eat it."
The gentle Reinhardt smiled and said thank you, not noticing the sudden blush on the little boy's cheeks.
The air fell silent for a moment, but Reinhardt was only concerned with the rough bread in his hand. He broke it into a small piece, put it in his mouth and chewed, the first bite tasting bitter.
It had a slightly bitter taste, like grains that had died, and lacked any of the aroma that food should have. No, perhaps it did; after chewing for a while, Reinhardt could still detect a faint aroma of wheat.
Not much, just enough to prove that Reinhardt ate bread, not stones.
The moment Reinhardt ate it, his first thought was, 'I don't like it.' But he quickly shook off the thought and was surprised to find that Buster had made him a bit picky.
This is not a good thing, Reinhardt thought.
He will leave eventually, though he doesn't know when that day will come. But he can't just take the other party's preferential treatment for granted. Besides... he doesn't know if he can really bring back the old friend that the Storm Leader cherishes.
While Reinhardt quietly enjoyed his dinner, the other group of kids returned safely. They were clearly hungry too, and seeing Reinhardt eating, they joined him in eating the few pieces of bread they had.
One of the boys who had just returned—no, he sounded more like a teenager. His gaze lingered on Reinhardt, and after hearing the other boys give a brief overview of Reinhardt's situation, he frowned and muttered, "What bad luck."
He rubbed his slightly messy hair and casually suggested, "Why don't we let her be the bait? That bad guy seems to really like her; he's been looking for people all over the streets and hasn't paid any attention to any other targets."
Erna thought this was a possible solution, but considering the other person's eye problem, he held back.
"good."
But unexpectedly, 'she' behind him suddenly spoke.
When Erna turned around, the latter looked at them with a calm expression, almost without hesitation.
What should I do?
A note from the author:
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Madonna (with heartache): Oh my god... the child has no money and no cell phone...
Buster (mentally collapses) (explodes on the spot) (shoves all the treasures into Reinhardt's hands)
Victoria (followed by wearing jewelry and clothes)
Celine (brings her precious mechanical device over to stuff it in too)
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[Please!] There will be something on the back of the short skirt too (cough cough)
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