Chapter 94 - Chapter 94: Chapter 90: Hope (Vote for monthly pass!) (2/2)
Everyone felt an inexplicable dread at the name, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The group controlled the order in East City, and their leader, Moore, along with the peace officer, even had a good relationship with the Fischer family. The matters that the patrol team would not handle, they would handle, and any acts of violence would be intervened in by the Brotherhood.
“That thug was crazy, actually trying to attack Miss Vanessa, but all attacks were dodged, her hands behind her back, Miss Vanessa moved like a nimble butterfly, I really can’t imagine her as a disabled person.”
Everyone was completely incredulous, thinking that the old worker must be exaggerating. How could a young lady so delicate and with a disability do such a thing?
The worker biting on the bread had urgency in his eyes and immediately asked with concern,
“What about that thug later, did he take people to retaliate? Miss Vanessa won’t be in trouble, will she? I know those thugs don’t care about the identity and status of the other party when they go mad!”
The old worker sneered continuously and mockingly said,
“What are you thinking? He didn’t dare mention the incident after he went back, but the word got out, and then… Moore publicly cut off one of his fingers!”
Everyone’s face showed shock, then it seemed to make sense, as after all, Madam Vanessa was from the Fischer family, and even the Dagger Brotherhood couldn’t afford to offend them.
Furthermore, the Dagger Brotherhood had strict rules, being even harsher on their own people than outsiders, and the rules set by that thin and short Moore evoked respect from everyone.
Even when his own brother broke the rules, Moore chopped off one of his fingers.
“The rules that have been set are things that must be obeyed; the rules are our foundation for existence.” Moore publicly shared this view with everyone.
Even once when a young knight from the Verne family wanted to kill a kid who dirtied his clothes, Moore stopped him with his men.
“According to the rules, he just needs to compensate you with money, or at most get a beating from you, please show mercy and don’t kill him.”
“Your ordinary people’s rules, they also apply to me?”
At that moment, Moore even made the knight burst into laughter before suddenly slapping out two of his teeth.
Moore still firmly withstood the pressure, not handing over the child but rather drew flintlocks with his subordinates and aimed at the knight, causing Verne’s expression to turn gloomy as he left.
The old worker continued on, with a gaze full of reverence for the Fischer family,
“Nasir Town is the Fischer family’s property; anyone who dares to provoke the Fischer family is looking for their own death!”
As he said this, he slowly stood up, shook his head and said, “I’m off to shake the weasel, relax a bit, drank too much just now.”
“Hahaha, you old thing, off to the restroom again?”
“Completely useless now, eh!”
The workers all laughed at him, and the old worker chuckled, not minding the teasing, turned around, and moved out of everyone’s sight to a corner.
In his heart, he held great respect for Madam Vanessa and the Fischer family.
The old worker used to be a fisherman from Nasir, and since a decade ago, he had been living only with his young granddaughter.
During a winter fishing trip, by accident, the old man was pulled into the water by a fish and then got a high fever. He barely survived but was left with a chronic cough and a progressively weaker body.
Seeing that he was about to lose the ability to live completely, he was in agony. Without his fishing, his granddaughter had no chance of survival!
That was when Madam Irene appeared, and effortlessly relieved him of his constant suffering.
That gentleness and strength were undoubtedly a miracle, something the old man would never forget!
Over the years, he also received food relief from Madam Vanessa, and just a few days ago, Madam Vanessa had introduced him to factory work.
Now everything was moving in a good direction. He had work in the factory, no longer needed to risk going out to sea, and his granddaughter was growing up, even having two reliable suitors vying for her affection.
Life finally had hope.
He was sincerely grateful for the changes the Fischer family had brought to Nasir.
Having finally finished peeing, the old worker took out a piece of bread wrapped in paper from his pocket, which he had not had the heart to eat and planned to take back for his granddaughter.
His granddaughter’s birthday was coming up, and the old worker decided to use the wages he had saved up over this period to buy something girls liked, but he was still unsure what to buy.
A new dress?
Or a pair of pretty shoes?
“Maybe I should find a chance to ask Madam Vanessa, surely she knows the best answer.”
Just then, a tall man dressed in black passed by the old worker,
His eyes were like serpent’s pupils, chilling the old worker to the bone, causing goosebumps all over and his fingers to tremble involuntarily.
He watched the figure growing distant, couldn’t help but stare and ponder.
Who was that guy?
Just at that moment, a hand suddenly grasped the old worker’s neck from behind.
—
Fischer Household.
Having just seen Margaret off, Byrne returned to the family’s hall, when the limping Vanessa quickly approached him, looking very anxious.
“What’s wrong?”
Byrne frowned slightly, sensing something must have happened.
“Master, there’s been an incident at the factory,”
Vanessa paused, biting her lip, and then managed to compose herself before saying,
“We found… dismembered corpses.”