Chapter 338

After entering London, Wang Quan raised his head to look at the industrial angel.

Tsk, it did feel a little like the angel in the DLC of Dark Souls III.

However, it was much larger, more … industrial-looking, and more bizarre.

Looking up from below, the oppressive feeling that obscured the entire sky and was faintly discernible in the haze was really too strong.

"What are you looking at?"

Hearing Elizabeth's question, Wang Quan retracted his gaze and smiled. "It's nothing. It's just that there were always blue skies and white clouds. Suddenly, I can't even see the sky. I'm not used to it."

Elizabeth didn't say anything. She said lightly, "14 Baker Street, Room B. That's the accommodation I've prepared for you. Wait for me there. I'll look for you after I report to Buckingham Palace.

"Remember, don't do anything."

"You're the employer. You call the shots." Wang Quan answered quickly.

Of course, there was no Sherlock Holmes in Baker Street in this world.

There were too many people in London. This kind of house was a row of two-storey buildings that looked like a townhouse. Of course, it wasn't that big.

After Elizabeth brought Wang Quan there, she wanted to help him find a servant, but Wang Quan refused.

Elizabeth obviously had something to do. After leaving some money, she hurriedly left with a few knights and attendants.

She wanted to go to Buckingham Palace to meet her mother and then prepare for the sword.

After they left, Wang Quan opened the door and left.

He planned to walk around the city and vent his emotions.

There was something wrong with this world. At the very least, his mental pollution was getting worse.

It was a strange feeling. He knew that his mental pollution was getting worse, but he couldn't control it.

Twirling the cane in his hand, Wang Quan looked up at the countless chimneys that were billowing black smoke. The black smoke rose into the sky and blended into the haze. Then, it was sucked into the black holes on the skull that used to be the facial features.

Wang Quan smiled and turned in the opposite direction.

After going around in circles, he casually walked to the square in front of a church.

There weren't many people in the square, and the people walking back and forth were in a hurry. Coupled with the dark environment, dirty and smelly roads, and the dark and sharp buildings, it gave off the feeling of "The Curse of the Bloodline".

Suddenly, Wang Quan had an idea. He put a gold coin that Elizabeth gave him in the outer pocket of his coat.

Then, a little boy who looked less than ten years old bumped into him.

"Sorry, sir."

The little boy waved his broken felt hat and hurried away with his head down.

Wang Quan touched his lower pocket. The gold coin had disappeared.

He smiled, twirled the cane in his hand, and quietly followed.

…

Oakley's heart was beating fast.

He had just stolen something for the first time.

And perhaps the gentleman had already noticed his behavior, but he didn't pursue the matter.

What a kind gentleman. If it was someone else, perhaps the lords of Scotland Yard would have come to arrest him.

Oakley hurried back to the abandoned two-story house with a broken window. It was his temporary residence and also the stronghold of his thieving gang.

When he reached the door, he quietly took out the coin from his pocket and was stunned.

It was an Elizabethan gold coin!

In London, a gentleman with a decent job only earned 18 Elizabeth gold coins a month!

And that was enough for his family of four to live a decent and comfortable life.

Standing at the door, Oakley hesitated.

Perhaps the gentleman was mistaken.

Perhaps it was just a copper coin, or at most a silver coin. No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for it to be a gold coin …

Should I … return it?

After thinking about it, Oakley recalled the gentleman's gentle smile and warm gaze without any discrimination. He made up his mind.

I must return it!

After thinking it through, he turned around to leave.

But just as he was about to stuff the gold coin into his pocket, his hand was grabbed.

"Oakley, what are you hiding?"

The one who grabbed his hand was the tall and burly Duke.

Duke was the boss of their gang and he was currently 31 years old.

Although he was tall and burly, there was a sinister smile on his face.

He grabbed Oakley's hand tightly and lifted it up. Then, he forced Oakley's hand open and snatched the gold coin.

Duke put it into his mouth and bit the gold coin. He smiled. "So you want to keep it for yourself."

Before his words faded away, he had already kicked Oakley to the ground.

Oakley held his stomach, his face was pale.

He stuttered as he tried to explain, "No, no … I'm afraid it's fake."

"It's not fake." Duke gave him another kick. "Kid, this is just a warning. If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll break your legs. No, I'll kill you directly next time. "

"I understand …" Oakley lowered his head.

He did not dare to resist.

As long as he could live … it was fine.

"Oh right, where did you steal this gold coin from?" Duke's interest was piqued. "Since you can carry Elizabeth's gold coin with you, your family must be rich."

"He … he …" Oakley understood what he meant.

He had his eyes on that kind gentleman.

But he could not bite the hand that fed him! He would not say anything! Even if he did not know where the gentleman lived.

He was afraid that the gentleman was still at the square. If he was targeted by Duke …

He knew that Duke and his gang had done the same thing before.

"I picked it up." Oakley raised his head and forced himself to calm down. "I picked it up."

"Is that so?" Duke took out a knife from his pocket and squatted down in front of Oakley. He then grabbed his right hand and pressed it to the ground. "Are you sure?"

Oakley's face was pale and large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

But he still said, "I picked it up!"

"Is that so?" Duke raised the knife.

"Gentlemen, I heard that someone is looking for me?"

The sudden gentle voice of a man startled the two of them.

The two of them looked towards the source of the voice and saw a handsome black-haired, black-eyed gentleman dressed in a navy blue suit, a navy blue woolen coat and a top hat strolling over slowly.

The way he strolled forward while twirling his cane, coupled with the gentle smile on his face, Oakley and Duke would have thought that he was on an outing if they did not look around.

"Who are you!"

"Aren't you looking for me?" Wang Quan twirled the pitch-black cane in his hand. "I dropped a gold coin just now, can you return it to me now?"

"It's yours just because you say so?" Duke threw Oakley aside and stood up. He looked at Wang Quan maliciously. "What proof do you have?"

He was sizing up the man's attire.

The quality of the suit was obviously high-end. At the very least, he had never seen a suit of the same quality on the group of factory owners.

And that cane …

In addition to that temperament, it was not something that a lowly worker or an ordinary employee would have.

As long as he could kill the man here … But he still had to see if it was worth it.

The handsome gentleman smiled, took out his wallet from his pocket and opened it. "I have 27 gold coins here, but there are only 26 left now. Your gold coin is mine. So can you return it to me now? "

"Of course, of course, sir." Duke hid the dagger in his hand behind his back. He stood up and slowly walked toward Wang Quan. "I'll return it to you now."

"Oh, that's great. You're such a kind sir. "Wang Quan came forward as if he was unaware of the danger.

Oakley could see it clearly.

At this moment, many memories flashed through his mind.

He understood that what he was going to do next would determine the future of his life.

To be an upright person, even if he was going to die the next moment, or … to sink into the mud and become a complete trash.