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When the bartender saw the other party saying he would treat himself to a drink, he knew that he must have an information, so he was not polite and poured himself a drink.

"Uh, I think, um, I want to ask you something. Well, do you know Mr. Angelo Brontë?" Arthur asked in a low voice.

He didn't know how Bronte's power was in Saint Denis, but he was careful not to make a big mistake, so his voice seemed a little small.

But the bartender had good ear strength, and he was shocked and even couldn't hold the wine glass in his hand.

"Who? Who is asking?" The sound of the tavern also became smaller, and he seemed cautious, as if something was watching him.

"Who? I, of course, is me." Arthur was a little curious about the bartender's behavior, but he replied with certainty.

"Friend, don't ask too much. This is not good for you." The bartender solemnly reminded, but Arthur still didn't understand why. He just asked for a name.

"What does it mean? What does it mean not to ask more questions?"

Just as the two were talking, another person next to him who was drunk and heard Arthur's words. Although he didn't know why Arthur asked about Bronte, his previous store was taken away by Bronte. In addition, Arthur didn't look like a good person, so he decided to help Arthur.

"Listen, my friend, don't ask more questions no matter what you do. Don't ask more questions about you, and friends you have just arrived." The bartender's tone was very serious, as if after asking, something bad would happen.

Arthur drank all the whiskey in the cup and left the bar without saying a word. If there were no clues here, he planned to go to another tavern to see the situation.

He did not believe that the entire Saint Denis was concealing Bronte's whereabouts, or that the entire Saint Denis was under the control of Bronte.

The drunk man next to him saw that Arthur was about to leave, he hurried over and grabbed Arthur.

"Bronte? Are you talking about Angelo Bronte? The big Italian man who is as thin as straw and chews pasta all day long? When it comes to him, I feel creepy, that black-skinned bastard."

The drunk man blinked: "Friend, do you understand what I mean?"

Arthur knew that the guy in front of him, who was dressed a little messy, was definitely not for money. Although he didn't know what his purpose was, Arthur didn't mind talking to him.

"So, where can I find him?" Arthur and the drunkard walked out of the tavern shoulder to shoulder,

The drunk man said in a somewhat vague voice: "I think you can find his whereabouts in, well, the little ghosts in the alley, and they know where he is."

"Oh, by the way, my friend, remember, be careful. Those immigrants, you must not trust them!" The drunkard continued, and it sounded like he hated those immigrants.

Although I don't know the reason, Arthur was very satisfied with finding some clues.

Dutch said that after he found the clue, he went to the round with him, so Arthur planned to find the children, then find Angelo Brontë's address, and then go to Dutch.

"Allis?" Arthur thought, walking into the alley.

He picked a random alley, and Arthur wanted to find out if he could find any clues.

Although the drunkard just now said that children could be found in the alley, because it was the first time I came to St. Dennis, Arthur could only slowly look for clues.

As soon as he entered the alley, he saw a man and a woman talking. Arthur was not interested in their conversation, but this was the first pair he met, so he thought that he should be able to find some clues in them.

"Have you seen some children?" Arthur's tone was quite easy-going. The two people in front of him were just ordinary people and definitely did not seem to be gang members. Arthur's tone towards them was not as serious as gang members.

The woman thought for a while: "Yes, I've heard a few children's voices before, right in the yard in front. You can pass through from the left."

The woman pointed at the way, and Arthur glanced over there. It was indeed a sect that could be passed through. Arthur nodded, thanked the woman, and left.

Women continue to chat with men, arguing about some things they need to discuss.

Arthur probably heard it and found that the two were in a relationship, but they were having a quarrel.

When I heard some gossip news occasionally, Arthur thought it was pretty good, but now he is more important to find the child and then find Angelo Brontë.

If it weren't for this, Arthur felt that he could listen to it all day.

After passing through a fence gate filled with various green plants again, Arthur saw a few children, who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, and were leaning against the wall and smoking.

When Arthur saw them, they also saw Arthur.

"Hey, sir, do you have cigarettes? Hum?" One of the children said to ask for cigarettes.

Arthur frowned and glanced at them, "There may be."

Arthur never thought anything about children smoking, but this kind of person has something to do with big names like Angelo Brontë? He thought he wanted to make a question mark.

However, when he came, he still planned to ask: "I'm looking for an Italian named Angelo Brontë, do you know where he is?"

"Oh, I know him." A child wearing a red long-sleeved shirt and a white strap and smoking a cigarette replied: "No one doesn't know him."

"Where is he?" Arthur nodded. He was not sure if he had been deceived, but this was the only clue at the moment.

Another child also walked up and said, "I can take you to find him, but you have to pay."

The three of them surrounded Arthur's side, and the expressions on their faces made Arthur feel a little familiar.

"I can pay." Arthur didn't care about the small amount of money, so he agreed happily.

"Five dollars!" The three children showed excited smiles. They didn't expect that they could get five dollars so smoothly. When they sold other news, they were basically only one or two dollars.

"So, where does he live? New York?" Arthur wanted to know the news first. He would never pay first because the other party was a child.

"Sir, I am an entrepreneur. If you don't want to pay, I won't lead the way." One of them stood in front of Arthur and talked to him, while the other boy walked to Arthur's side and touched his backpack.

Arthur thought about it and they were the only channel he could know about Bronte’s news, so he sighed and finally gave the money to them.

The main reason is that he does not lack these five dollars, and if he is cheated, he will also have the confidence to get the money back.

"My God, I was actually blackmailed by a little brat." He counted out five dollars and handed it to the kid in front of him.

But he didn't notice that when he put the money back, the three children's eyes revealed a look of getting rich.

None of the three of them expected that this guy who was dressed so inconspicuously, like a cowboy in a remote area, had so much money on him. They estimated it a little, and the money he had just now was at least more than 200 US dollars.

There were more in his backpack because they saw that when they put it back, there were many greens representing the banknotes, which exceeded their imagination.

So the three of them looked at each other, intending to find an opportunity to steal their backpacks and find a place to be casual.

"Let's go, boy." Arthur signaled them to take the lead.

"No problem, sir." The youngest child, who seemed to be walking in front, followed by Arthur, heading out of the alley: "Go toward this."

"Crete, are you coming?" The child walked in front and kept introducing to Arthur around: "Follow closely, sir, it's easy to get lost here."

"Sir, I think you must have just come to this city, right?"

"Yes." Arthur nodded.

"Don't worry, no one knows the city better than Crete and I." The child said, pointing to the house across the alley in front and said, "That's a clinic run by a doctor. I hope you need to go to the doctor. He is a good person."

"To the right is 'Barrett and Schreeber', a very famous bookstore, but I don't like reading." The child continued, "Look, sir, this is a real work of art, the Church of Our Lady."

"His look is imitating a famous Toulouse attractions, which he is in France. Have you been there? Sir?" The child was chattering about the surrounding attractions, but Arthur was already a little impatient.

"No..." Arthur shook his head impatiently.

"The people here only believe in Catholicism, not Baptistism or anything else." The child continued.

Later, Crete's voice also came: "My mother said that they would burn the Protestants to death, but now we love each other, isn't this the best proof of God's love for the world?"

"I believe that there is definitely no such good architecture in your hometown, sir." The child has been attracting Arthur's attention and letting him focus on the church.

This is when Crete, who was slowly approaching from behind, took a knife, cut off Arthur's backpack with a swish, picked it up and ran away.

"Damn." Arthur's attracted attention came to his senses in an instant, and then he saw that his backpack was taken away by Crete and got on a carriage.

Arthur turned around and saw that the child who was originally a tour guide ran away from the other side.

Without hesitation, he chased Crete directly.

"You two bastards." Arthur cursed, chasing the carriage, chasing from one street to another.
Chapter completed!