Boss Monster Chat Group Chapter 210: A magical shoemaker
? Tallinn is a huge city, one by one, walking down the street, you can't walk for a day.
According to the address, Su Mo came to the fabled slum area. The crowded streets are almost difficult to pass a carriage. The houses seem to fall apart at any time. Huge cracks can be seen everywhere. He even saw a collapsed area. House.
The people who have a place to live are not even the poorest. By the trash can in the alley, a few beggar-like people are lying on the ground sickly, and a broken plank protects them from the wind and rain.
It's winter, and it's hard to tell if it can survive.
For a well-dressed person like Su Mo, when he walks to such a place, everything looks discordant, and some tramps even want to **** his clothes. After kicking off a tramp, he had to change his fashion.
Master Su crossed over from the western cowboys to pick up the tattered ones and became a beggar. Su Qier went online.
Under such attire, no one coveted his clothes anymore.
Well...no one coveted his beauty.
Max lives in a slum, next to a dilapidated church.
Confirming that the address is correct, Su Mo knocked on the door of this seemingly decent room. This guy still lives in a dilapidated place, but it is already considered a mansion compared to his surroundings.
After knocking twice, there was a response inside.
"Please come in!"
Su Mo changed his attire and walked in, putting his hands on the brim of his hat to bow.
In the room sat a thin black old man with old glasses, rough skin, a little gray beard, and sparse hair. He watched the changes in Su Mo's attire, and there was no surprise in his eyes: "Guest, what can I do to help you?"
"You didn't go out to do business today?"
"My little son helped me with a lot of business, and just after it rained heavily, he didn’t go out. Did you see my little son? It’s at the entrance of the street. He asked people one by one, sir, your shoes Need to make up, my father’s craftsmanship is very good..."
"Mr. Max, I am not here to repair shoes, my shoes are very new." Su Mo put the badge in his palm and handed it to the shoemaker.
The shoemaker took the badge and checked it carefully, and finally stopped working, went to the door, picked up a sign and hung it outside, and then inserted the door from the inside.
"My envoy, how is the Lord Earl?"
"I can't tell if it's good or not, but as always, it's unpredictable." Su Mo replied. Looking at the other's expression, he knew that this envoy was great. It seemed that he was licking the dog to the end.
"I don't know if you come to me, what's your order?" The shoemaker stood respectfully next to Su Mo.
"Master Earl hopes you can show me Tallinn, a different Tallinn. Actually, I have been to Tallinn many times. I don't know what kind of Tallinn I have never seen before." Su Mo said with a smile.
Gentle, friendly, just like a leader who goes down to inspect the place.
"Tallinn..." Max sighed.
He walked to the shoe cabinet, picked two pairs of shoes from the shoe cabinet, took one of them, and gave one to Su Mo.
Su Mo didn't understand why he gave himself a pair of shoes. These are a pair of leather shoes. The quality is very good, and the old shoemaker's craftsmanship is very good, and there is almost no trace of repair.
Why should he wear other people's shoes? Can he refuse?
"Is the size wrong? Probably not. I have always been very accurate in this regard. I only need to look at a person's feet to know what kind of shoes he is wearing." A voice said behind Su Mo.
Su Mo turned his head abruptly, staring at the person behind him alertly.
The old shoemaker has disappeared, replaced by a burly middle-aged man, wearing the silver scale breastplate that mercenaries and rebels like to wear, which can provide good protection without hindering mobility.
The door was still closed, the dilapidated windows were closed, and he didn't hear any leaving.
So where did the old shoemaker go, and who is this person?
"Don't be surprised, you will understand when you put on these shoes." The servant pointed to Su Mo's shoes and said calmly.
Su Mo suddenly thought of a possibility of horror.
The person in front of him is the old shoemaker. He seems to have become another person in some way—if he guessed correctly, it is the role of shoes.
Su Mo glanced at the other party's replacement of the shoes that originally belonged to the old shoemaker, and was no longer sure that the old shoemaker he saw just now was the other party's true face. The ghost knew what he looked like before.
He tried to calm down and replaced his new shoes on his feet.
It seems to have become shorter, and some changes have taken place in the parallel line of sight. Su Mo can't wait to walk to the front of the full-length mirror-it is reasonable for the poor shoemaker's home to have a full-length mirror that is not expensive.
The person in the mirror really became shorter, dressed in Tallinn's most fashionable swallowtail gentleman costume, with a domed black top hat, and a walking stick in his hand.
The man made a gentle gesture, completely acting like a high society.
Is this yourself?
"Just get used to it, my envoy, let’s go, I’m your entourage, and I’m going to take you around Tallinn. The badge on your chest belongs to the Morton family, although it’s declining. , Plus me, is still enough to protect you from being robbed by homeless people."
"Okay, you are very thoughtful." Su Mo nodded, leaned on his cane, and walked out of the shoemaker's house at an unfamiliar pace.
Now he finally understands why Dracula said that this shoemaker is very useful-he can become whoever wears the shoes, and this skill is indeed very good.
"Oh, Max, where is your little son, I didn't see the child on the street." Su Mo asked casually.
"He is dead, under the wheels of the nobility, my lord, let's go, how about looking at the church first?" Max looked plain, as if telling someone's story.
"I'm sorry, really." Su Mo said.
The church is still a church, and there are still a few pastors in it, but the previous grand occasion has long gone. After Su Mo went in, he discovered that it had become a hospital in a slum.
There are straw mats on the ground, and there are young or old lives lying there.
No one cares about Su Mo and the two of them~IndoMTL.com~Because between the coming and going of life, all people have no curiosity.
"The people here are almost all factory workers. The solution they use is poisonous, so workers will be poisoned if they work for a year or two. The lungs are basically rotten. If there is no cure, the priest will not work." Mike Si pointed to a few lingering patients and said.
"Since I know it's poisonous, why do it!" Su Mo was speechless.
"Because of being hungry, if you don't do it, you may starve to death tomorrow. If you do, you can at least live a few more days." Max said.
"They can go back to the countryside to farm." The wild is not all places to refresh monsters. There are many pasture farms, and all of them are cultivated land. What's the point of squeezing into cities.
"Once, they almost had their own farmland and livestock, but they were all taken away by the noble lords, so you saw all this."
"I guess, you want to show me, there must be a lot more like this." Su Mo took a breath, feeling that his next trip to Tallinn would not be happy.