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The boy's voice became much lower after entering the house. He whispered to Ryan, "There are only my grandmother and I at home. The old lady is already asleep. If possible, you should speak a little more quietly."

"Okay." Ryan nodded.

The boy began to describe the layout of the house.

living room;

Two rooms;

bathroom.

"If you need to use the kitchen, it will cost an additional 5 silver coins," the boy reminded.

"I don't need to use the kitchen."

"Then let's look at the room."

Ryan followed the boy into a room.

There is a double bed in the room, and there is a square-shaped mark on the wall above the bed, as if something was placed there before and then moved away, leaving a trace.

The boy skillfully made the bed, then stood in the doorway staring at Ryan.

"Stay for two nights first..." Ryan took out a gold coin and handed it to the boy.

The truth is that the money the woman gave him consisted only of gold coins.

"You won't regret this decision!" the boy said nicely.

"I live here, where do you and your parents live?"

The boy's smile froze for a moment, but then it bloomed again. "My parents live somewhere else now. As for me... I live with my grandma. She's old and needs someone to take care of her at night."

"Then go to bed early."

"Good night, distinguished guest."

The boy tiptoed out of the room.

Ryan was lying in bed, and soon he heard movement in the other room.

"Grandma, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Are you soliciting again?"

"Hey, I'm lucky today. I met a silly... kind man. He gave me a gold coin. I'll buy you a new dress next month."

"Grandma doesn't want new clothes. Buy yourself some fish. You're growing up at your age, so you should eat more meat. Also, don't go out soliciting at night. It's a chaotic time these days. I heard that the nephew of the old man next door, Sari, disappeared a few days ago."

"I won't, don't worry, grandma!"

......

"Good night, grandma!"

Chapter 176 Missing

There was no conversation all night, only the faint sound of the waves, like a lullaby, lulling people to sleep.

But at some point the sound of the waves gave way to noise, and the thin glass could not block out the movement on the street.

Ryan was lying in bed, and in a daze he heard the family next door discussing what to eat for breakfast.

Last night did not seem long to him. Amid the occasional coughing of the old man and the boy's gentle concern, he closed his eyes and woke up again now.

He remembered the boy's 'reminder' and got up quietly.

But just as he had tidied his appearance and pushed open the door to go out first, he found that the boy was already waiting in the living room outside.

There was a steaming breakfast on the table, which looked like a thick soup made from fish and slightly sour noodles.

"Finally, you're awake, sir." The boy poured water for Ryan in a familiar manner. "This bowl of fish noodle soup is a specialty here. Would you like to try it? It's just been cooked. My grandma made it herself. It must taste better than the ones in the shops outside!"

"How much?" Ryan did not refuse the boy.

Although he didn't mean to eavesdrop, he could hear a lot from the conversation between the boy and his grandmother last night.

First of all, their life was so difficult that the boys had to go out at night to solicit customers and rent out their own rooms to make a living.

Secondly, the boy's parents are most likely no longer alive...

The traces on the bedside look like a 'wedding photo' from the previous life. There are no cameras here but there are painters, and many people put family portraits in their homes.

But the portrait had been taken down, and the boy said they had somewhere else to 'live'.

Can a family with such a poor financial situation still expect them to have two houses?

This place where people live is most likely a tomb.

Ryan had previously taken his uncle's boat, "An Eggshell," when he was traveling from Weili to Barue. His uncle had said on the boat that fishermen like them earned much more than others, but the risks were also much higher.

The boy’s parents and grandfather might have been on those fishing boats heading towards the deep sea against the cumulonimbus clouds.

The boy carefully observed Ryan's expression and slowly quoted a price, "Five silver coins."

Ryan smiled. The price the boy quoted was not high.

But this is not high compared to the shops outside.

"Where's your grandma?"

Ryan didn't care about one or two silver coins, but picked up the chopsticks directly.

When a person can easily obtain something, it is difficult for him to cherish it.

In his previous life, Ryan would haggle over a few dollars or tens of dollars, but now he can say with a clear conscience: Gold coins are nothing more than heavy stones to me.

This bowl of noodles tasted better than Ryan had imagined. Unlike his other exotic delicacies, this bowl of noodles did have local characteristics.

The boy just watched Ryan eat noodles quietly, his Adam's apple moving occasionally.

When Ryan asked, the boy replied, "My grandma went for a walk. The older you get, the more you need to move around."

"You're not accompanying me?"

"I have to make money!" The boy's face was full of determination.

For someone of his age, it does take some fortitude to support a family.

"You're a good kid..."

Ryan finished his noodles and drank up all the soup. Then he looked at the boy and took out a gold coin. "Unfortunately, this is the smallest denomination I have."

"I can go to my neighbor's house to exchange them!" The boy's eyes were attracted by the gold coins.

Ryan didn't know the prices in Ionia, but the boy knew that for a family like theirs, one gold coin could cover expenses for more than a month.

"You can also choose to earn it."

Ryan wanted to help the boy.

Although we haven't had much contact, the boy is obviously someone with a very strong sense of self-esteem.

Direct charity will definitely have a counterproductive effect, so help should be given under certain conditions.

"Tell me what else you need!"

"Are you familiar with this city?"

"Yes, I've been running around since I could walk. I know every path in this town!" the boy said loudly, patting his chest.

"That's good. Help me find someone. Once you find him, it will be yours." Ryan put the gold coin on the table.

The boy looked over and his throat moved unconsciously again.

He was craving fish soup because that kind of fish soup was made from a relatively expensive fish and his family usually used it to entertain guests.

But he coveted the gold coin more. How much fish soup could it buy?

"Who are you looking for?!" The boy hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you have a grudge against that person?"

"What if there's a grudge?" Ryan asked amusedly, wondering if the boy would say that.

But unfortunately, the boy's nature was still innocent. He shook his head and said, "If there is a grudge, then I can't take you with me."

"Why? Not enough money?"

"It's not that there's not enough money, it's... you'll leave after you've taken revenge, but my grandma and I will stay here. If they mistake me for an accomplice and come looking for revenge, I won't be able to defeat them!"

"You are smarter than I thought." Ryan said sincerely.

“I’ve been smart since I was a kid.”

"Don't worry, he and I are friends. We came here together some time ago. I had to go out for something and forgot the place we agreed to meet, so I need you to help me find him."

"Are you sure you're friends?"

"Sure!"

"I'll take it!" The boy snatched the gold coin from the table and carefully put it away. "What's your friend's name? Or what does he look like? What are his physical characteristics?"

"His name is Ignat, and he looks..."

"Ignat!?" The boy interrupted Ryan, looking at him in surprise, "Is he a guy in his early twenties who doesn't look very smart and always likes to shout about things like justice and youth?"

Ryan recalled it and found that the boy's description was extremely accurate.

"It's him, you know him?"

"His grandparents' house is nearby. I saw him last week. He seemed a little smarter than before, but not much... He even kept telling my grandma that pirates were coming, pirates were coming.

"My grandma didn't allow me to go out and solicit clients at night for a few days!"

The boy gets angry when it is mentioned.

"Well, you made this money easily." Ryan stood up, "Take me to his grandfather's house, and that gold coin will be yours."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then his face turned bitter. He took out the gold coin that had been put into his pocket and said, "I may not be able to earn this gold coin."

"why?"

"Because... because he has been missing for almost two days, his family has been looking for him everywhere these past two days."

"Missing?" Ryan frowned.

Is the security in Ionian towns also so bad?

How could a living person disappear?

So the missing person the boy mentioned when chatting with his grandmother last night was Ignat?

"Yes, but I feel more like being arrested."

The boy whispered.

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I’m 31 years old today, I wish all my brothers happiness!

Chapter 177 Grandma's Pride

Ryan heard the conversation between the boy and his grandmother last night.

The content of the conversation was about a poor guy who had gone missing.

But he never imagined that this unlucky guy was Ignate.

And... Ryan looked at the boy who was hesitant to speak, "You seem to know a little more than the others?"

Others, including Ignat's family, believed he was missing.

But the boy had just said that Ignat was more like being arrested.

If it were any other child of his age, Ryan would think it was just childish talk.

But the precocious boy in front of him had more rigorous logic than Ignate.

"I didn't, I didn't say that, don't talk nonsense!" The boy denied it three times skillfully.

"I've heard it."

Ryan looked at the cautious boy, amused but also with a touch of admiration.

The saying that children from poor families grow up early is deeply interpreted here.

Some people will be defeated by the setbacks in life, but some people will try to defeat the setbacks.