Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 152, Section 26: An Afternoon Outing in the Evening Mist (Part 2)

Grandma Peter's sharp and high-pitched insults echoed through the street, calling the boy a "bastard" and a "scoundrel," leaving him red-faced and unable to refute her. He could only bow his head and beg for forgiveness.

Several minutes later, he was so angry that his mouth was dry from cursing.

Grandma Peter let out a long, frustrated sigh from her nose, as annoyed as a buffalo that couldn't hit the red cloth.

"Compensate!"

Now that she's vented her anger, all she wants is for Jay to pay for her losses. She'll borrow or even steal to get her money back—the money for repairing the glass!
The boy's face paled with panic. His father was a worker at a nearby factory, and his mother had long since remarried. Forget about getting money from his family to compensate him; even if they exposed the trouble he had caused, he would be finished.

"I, I have no money."

"Then go borrow it! Otherwise, I'll have the police arrest you and put you in jail!"

"Alas!"

The boy turned pale instantly from fright.

He turned back to try and find his friends who had played games with him before, but they had already run away. They realized that if they didn't escape, they would be dragged into it, and since there were already scapegoats, they didn't want to be insulted again.

They were suddenly isolated and helpless.

Jay dared not tell his parents and was penniless, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and borrow money from the adults around him.

He wasn't actually begging to borrow the money; it was just a last resort. Grandma Peter's fierce gaze made his scalp tingle. He dared not disobey the orders of this sharp-tongued old lady, so he could only performatively reach out his hand.

Stiff and ingratiating words squeezed out of his mouth as Jay awkwardly asked the adult in front of him for money, then glanced back at Grandma Peter, who was staring at him intently, and swallowed hard, as if he were completing a task.

The adult waved his hand with a smile.

Actually, there weren't many adults around, but Peter's grandma's outrageous insults had just attracted many passersby to stop and watch.

Grandma Peter roared hoarsely, "Continue!"

Jay's face darkened further. Boys his age are naturally shy, and being treated like this in front of everyone was too much for him to bear.

Not to mention, if he sees a few women of the same age in the crowd, he wants to bury his head in the ground like an ostrich.

"Is that Jay?"

"He looks so pitiful."

No, no!
Jay wanted to cover his ears and run away, his neck turning red, but as soon as he took a step, Grandma Peter's cursing followed behind him. If he ran away, things would be even worse!
I had no choice but to awkwardly and stiffly walk up to someone again.

"Sir, could you lend me some money?"

The bystander, who knew the whole story, smacked his lips and said some nice things to help get Grandma Peter to forgive the boy, since it wasn't him who broke the glass, but someone else.

"Hey Grandma Peter, it's that tall, skinny, bald boy, not this kid. Forgive him!"

"Ha! You want me to forgive him?! Then you'd better pay for my broken glass!" Grandma Peter shouted, her old, cloudy eyes fixed on him. "Anyway, he played with that beanbag, how could he not be guilty! Those little brats are all so fast! I couldn't catch them the first two times!"

The adult who had tried to be nice was rendered speechless by this retort and could only awkwardly wave his hand back at Jay.

Jay was extremely aggrieved. He hadn't been there the previous two times, and today he was invited by his friends to play games together, only to be unfairly blamed.

This public humiliation has left Jay with a deep psychological scar, because it was just a simple act of shame. No one would be willing to lend him money; the compensation for the broken glass would cost at least fifty or sixty livres, and no one would be so bored as to pay that amount.

But then something unexpected happened.

Jay walked up to a pretty woman with no hope. He was pale and trembling as he repeated his pleading words in a low voice.

"Madam, lady..."

Jay planned to quickly finish questioning the onlookers, calm Grandma Peter down, and then get her permission to catch the culprit who broke the glass, so at least he wouldn't have to pay for it.

After telling the lady the result.

I got the money.

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The banknotes rested gently in my palm.

Jay stared in disbelief at the banknotes in his hand, then looked up shakily at the black-haired woman in front of him. Her face was calm, and her clothes were elegant and appropriate. She was definitely not an ordinary commoner. Jay felt that she was a saint descended from heaven and was so excited that he was incoherent.

He gripped the banknotes tightly with excitement.

The people around were equally surprised; even a man with an octagonal beard stroked his beard and frowned.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Jay bowed deeply, his eyes red with gratitude, thanking her for her kindness despite being a complete stranger. He promised to repay the money and then rushed back to Grandma Peter, handing her all the money—seventy-five livres in total. He didn't know if it would be enough to compensate her… but it was all he had.

The crowd stirred slightly, but the generous woman had already quietly left.

He Ye was a little surprised.

I'll ask Yugiri why she did that when I get back... I was already surprised that she stayed and watched for a while, but I didn't expect her to be willing to help.

He Ye snapped out of her thoughts, walked forward, tucked the newspaper under her arm, and took out her wallet, because Grandma Peter in front of her was screaming loudly again.

"This little bit of money is not enough! We also need to pay for the two windows in the front!"

"No!" Jay exclaimed, dumbfounded.

Although it was a bit excessive and the money shouldn't have been paid out now, He Ye didn't want to see the boy being harassed anymore, so he took out two hundred-dollar bills to pay the debt and let Jay leave.

I never expected so many people to be so generous in helping!

Jay was so moved he was speechless, bowing repeatedly with joy overflowing in his eyes. He Ye simply patted his head and told him to go back and deal with the fake friendship between those friends, and to remember not to do the same thing again.

"Yes...yes, thank you so much, sir!"

As for this Grandma Peter...

"What?..."

She frowned as she looked at the young man who had walked up to her. He was clearly dressed in a wealthy and noble manner, which could be seen from the fabric of his clothes alone.

He Ye put the money into her hand.

Then help her sort out the logic behind it.

The boy didn't break the glass; he explained that everyone around saw it, and his conclusion was somewhat far-fetched. The person who broke the glass should be punished the most.

Moreover, paying for the two front panes of glass was excessive. He Ye asked Jay if he was present. Jay said aggrievedly that it was only today that he played with them for the first time. There were also Jay's friends (girls) around who could testify. This made him feel both happy and shy.

Finally, the mean-spirited Grandma Peter reluctantly apologized to the little boy, which saved face for him.

Five or six minutes had passed by the time the farce ended.

He Ye slipped away from the chattering crowd, while Grandma Peter muttered to herself as she swept up the broken glass, her arrogance somewhat diminished; Jay, on the other hand, strode aggressively into the alley, sleeves rolled up, ready to fight his friend to the death.

It's normal that there were fewer people in the crowd.

For example, the uncle who used to have a mustache.

What was unusual was that when He Ye walked towards home, she assumed that Xi Wu had already arrived home, but she didn't expect that she was standing by the roadside as if giving directions to someone, and the person was the uncle with the mustache.

"?..."

……

Carl Schmidt was a fraud.

He excels at observing people and deducing their behavior from the smallest details.

For example, the woman Carl met at the outdoor café yesterday—from her attire, he could tell she was somewhat wealthy, and there was a slightly worn suitcase on her chair with an expired shipping company label on it—

To Carl, all of this seemed to suggest "naivety," "outsider" status, and perhaps even a small amount of savings.

She was originally waiting there for her friends to set her up and stage a pre-arranged 'drama', but she unexpectedly ran into an even more suitable target.

"Hello ma'am, do you know where there is a church nearby? I really don't know the address."

Carl pretended to be a lost stranger and came to ask for directions.

He judged that the woman in front of him was a generous, naive young lady from a secluded family, because her eyes revealed a clear and transparent heart, and her knitted shirt and straight skirt were elegant and exquisite.

Even Carl, a professional conman who loves green banknotes, couldn't help but glance at her face a couple of times.

Then they made eye contact for two seconds.

Strangely, a chill ran down my spine in that instant.

His sixth sense told him that the person in front of him was dangerous, but his reason and years of experience told him that this person was definitely easy prey. Karl hesitated for a moment, but on the surface, he still pretended to be a stranger asking for directions, rubbing his hands together as he waited.

He had already decided on his identity and plans before he came.

What just happened shows that this young lady disregards money, and the help she just provided also shows that she is very kind.

Carl planned to ask her for directions under the guise of helping her, thinking that the kind and naive girl wouldn't refuse. Then, he would reveal his fabricated tragic backstory in the coffee shop to gain her sympathy...

Finally, they'll sell her the ceramics they bought for tens of thousands of livres as family heirlooms! They'll embellish the price with an exorbitant quote of tens of thousands of livres! Surely, with this elaborate trap, she'll be convinced to buy it!
"church?"

"Yes, alas, I want to go to church to confess my evil deeds, because I've had suicidal thoughts..."

Carl's eyes reddened slightly as he spoke, waiting for her to look on in surprise and ask why, so that he could continue to reveal his false family background of having lost his parents early and being separated from his wife and children.

But to my surprise, she gently shook her head.

"do not know."

"..." Karl was a little embarrassed, but he quickly composed himself, wiped away his tears, and asked respectfully.

"Okay, okay, but it's already past 3 pm. We can go to church tomorrow. I think I need to find a place to stay tonight first. Do you know any hotels nearby?"

"do not know."

"Uh, well, how about this?"

The professional conman Carl has met his match. He is already rubbing his hands together and frowning, wondering if the person in front of him is pretending to be stupid.

"Do you know where there's a park? Or somewhere I can rest..."

"..." This time, Yugiri didn't speak, she just shook her head.

Karl opened his mouth slightly and looked at the woman. He found that her eyes were so clear. She seemed to really not know where any of the places were. But if Karl remembered correctly, there was a hotel at the end of this street!
Is she a little too naive?
No, Carl suspected she might be on guard.

After a few more questions, Carl gradually warmed up, and she didn't fall for any of the traps he had set! Even after Carl told her about his turbulent life, she just nodded gently, as if listening to a story, quiet and uncomplaining.

Damn it, what kind of story is this?!
This is a tragic life. Even if it's a fictional story, Carl, as a professional conman, has to immerse himself in it to create such a sad atmosphere.

Karl was inwardly seething with rage, but outwardly he feigned a fawning demeanor and said bluntly:
"Okay! Could you come over here for a moment?"

He pointed angrily into the alleyway.

"why?"

"I want to show you a treasure."

Karl scoffed and decided to try selling the pottery directly to see if he could succeed, because communicating with this woman, who resembled a black iris, felt like talking to a child.

Carl believed he hadn't misjudged her; she was indeed very naive and didn't even know basic common sense, which gave him such confidence.

Yugiri didn't quite understand, but at that moment Karl was practically begging her on his knees, so after a brief moment of thought, she went over.

Carl quickly pulled a business card out of his pocket.

"Actually, my ancestors were impoverished nobles. We have ancestral pottery that is a testament to the use of the former royal family. Give me whatever money you have on you, and I'll sell it to you!"

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"Yes, yes, with it you can have smooth sailing and all your wishes come true!" Carl clapped his hands, forgetting to mention the effect, "What's the thing you most want to achieve right now?"

"..." Yugiri thought silently for a while, then whispered, "Stay by Leon's side."

Hearing that the name belonged to a man, Carl thought it was perfectly normal for a woman of that age to have someone she liked, so he quickly nodded and said that it would definitely come true.

After he finished speaking, for the first time, Carl sensed that the other person seemed to be experiencing some emotional fluctuation.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel a little moved and tearful, thinking that it was really not easy to finally persuade the other party.

"Only 20,000 livres!"

"..."

"Alright, I can make it cheaper. After all, considering how beautiful you are, fifteen thousand!"

"..."

Carl began to patiently negotiate with her, bringing up history and glory. At this moment, someone came running at the sound of the commotion. It was Carl's accomplice, Danny, whose large belly gave him an air of wealth. He often played the role of a protector of wealthy potters or rich businessmen.

"Hey, Carl! What are you doing here...?"

Hearing the familiar voice, the heavily pregnant Danny came running, ignoring the young man leaning against the wall with a newspaper in his hand.

The next second, he saw the young woman who was blocked, her eyes widening without her realizing it.

"!"

Beautiful girls always catch the eye, let alone women with such outstanding temperament. She stood quietly in place, her soft, straight black hair flowing freely.

"Gulu."

“This is a member of our family’s royal family,” Karl said after a moment’s thought, spouting a lie without hesitation.

Danny glanced at her and found her on the same wavelength. Although he was lusting after her, making money was more important. He quickly got into the zone, and the two of them worked together seamlessly, making it clear that they were going to win her over.

However, after a brief exchange...

"You're out of money?"

Carl exclaimed in surprise, at a loss for words.

Danny was a little dumbfounded. Logically speaking, Carl's targets were usually rich people and he had never failed. But this time, he not only failed but also looked a bit clownish. He was gnashing his teeth and couldn't help but show his anger.

"Are you kidding me?!"

Snapped.

Just as Carl was about to shout angrily, a newspaper suddenly hit him in the face, followed by a dizzying sensation as if he had been tripped. Blinded by anger, he completely forgot his professional code as a conman: if he didn't succeed, he should leave.

Danny, who was standing next to him, even raised his hand.

Because he witnessed the man's skillful moves! A leg sweep to knock him down, a flip and a back push—all done in one fluid motion!
"I go!"

The exclamations sounded like praise.

Karl, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly let out a wail. He Ye twisted his arm, dislocating it, and then turned to look at his accomplice beside him.

"After listening for so long, I've confirmed that you two are scammers. I'll take you to the nearest police station so you can rest there."

"No, no, my friend, you've misunderstood!"

"what!"

A scream attracted the attention of passersby. Someone peeked out from the alleyway and saw two wailing men. He Ye clapped his hands and asked a familiar neighbor to call the police, explaining that the two men were swindlers.

"Could you please go to the intersection and call for the patrolling police?"

"Okay, okay." A neighbor exclaimed in surprise and ran away.

A minute or two later, the real outsider woman appeared. Seeing the two men with bruises and hearing the whispers around her, she realized she had been tricked and angrily cursed them. At this moment, the police arrived and brought them to justice.

Although some procedures were unavoidable, at least Heino was now standing beside Yugiri, watching. He couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion as he waited for the police to bring them to justice.

"Maybe I shouldn't have let you come out alone..."

"Did I mess up?... Sorry, Leon."

"No, no, it's just that you went in with them. Although I know they pose no threat to you, you should normally refuse such an invitation."

"..."

Yugiri recalled the words of the fawning person who had just spoken to her, and felt a slight pang of regret. She nodded to indicate that she understood, but...

“He said he could make his wishes come true,” Yugiri said.

"What is something you want to achieve?" He Ye asked curiously.

I want to stay by your side.

"..." He Ye remained silent for a long time, realizing that she had been here for so long and that she would probably have to return to headquarters in a few days and be alone again.

He Ye wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and then slowly closed it.

(End of this chapter)