New book, background view of steampunk + peddler + Cthulhu. The owl clock on the wall was cooing. Marin sat up from the bed. The first ray of sunlight in the morning illuminated the small attic through the window and screen. The fourteen-year-old boy listened to the noise on the street. This was a noise unique to the southern city of Carterburg. The common people were bargaining for a few cents. Horse-drawn carriages passed through the street. The splashing of sewage was occasionally replaced by high spirits and frustration. Cursing. The young man patted his face, got out of bed, took off his nightgown, and put on casual clothes. It's summer in Carterburg, the hottest season of the year. If he doesn't have to go to class, Marin hopes he can get into the municipal library. The library card he can exchange for three yuan can save him from using it for a whole month. Worried about the blazing sun, after all, the library has a temperature control circle but the small attic does not. It¡¯s a pity that ideal is one thing and reality is another. Why do you need to take classes? In this world where there is no calculus and ninth-grade mathematics is still taught addition, subtraction, multiplication and divisionforget it, knowledge is not as cheap as it seems. Public schools can teach these, those formulas and magic circles. Only available in private colleges. Knowledge is an expensive thing that needs to be paid for. After pushing open the door and walking down the stairs, Marin noticed his father sitting at the long table. Of course, it¡¯s the cheap father. Although he has almost forgotten what his parents looked like, he is definitely not the one-eyed old man in front of him. But he is also a relative who cannot be exchanged for real money and silver. "Father." Marin walked aside, picked up the kettle, and poured himself a glass of water. "Good morning, Marin, happy birthday." The cheap old man said with a smile. Because his vocal cords were damaged in a battle in his early years, he sounded like a night owl. Whether you laugh or scold, it is a headache. "Thank you." Marin turned around and saw his cheap father taking out two items from his bag. A revolver gun and a civilized stick. "Come on, boy, as a descendant of a witcher, I think you need this." Cheap's father raised his eyebrows. He looked at the surprise and excitement on Marin's face, as well as the satisfied smile, and finally grinned. He stopped and said, "When you were your age, I already had four beautiful girls. Don't embarrass me, you know." "But those crooked girls in school are really uninteresting." Putting down the cup and kettle in his hand, Marin walked to the bed and picked up the revolver: "It's so beautiful. It's a Southern-style 1422 revolver. Father, this is not cheap. Is it really for me?" "Yes, this is the basic operation of a witcher. Only witchers who can make money can survive. The rest will either quit or starve to death." His cheap old man replied: "I heard Maya say. You like this gun, so I ordered one for you." "Thank you, father." Marin turned the magazine and pushed it out: "No bullets?" "Learning to make money to buy bullets is what makes a man. The first step, boy." Faced with Marin's question, his cheap man replied. "It looks like I need to deliver the newspaper, father." Marin smiled and put down the revolver in his hand, and then watched his cheap father hand over the civilized stick. "Use it. I asked you to deliver newspapers to cultivate your independence, not to let you use the two cents you earn every day to buy fifteen yuan of blessing bombs." Marin took the civilized stick and then He noticed the small button on the head of the stick: "This is" He pressed the button, and the civilization stick 'cracked' open, and the blade popped out, reflecting Marin's gray pupils and surprise. "I've taught you how to use it since you were a child. Now, it's time for you to learn how to use it. Do you need me to help you pick an opponent?" "No, Haiyan needs to learn to fight the storm on her own." She returned the safety pin of the sword, Marin smiled and used it to support himself: "How about it, like a gentleman." "More like a little bastard, put your gun away, I want to go on a long trip." As a witcher, it is normal to go on a long trip. But action. Marin nodded: "Where's Maya." "She's still young. I didn't go out to see the world, so it's better for her to live with you. Take good care of her, you know." The middle-aged man stood up and said Looking at his adopted son, Marin nodded seriously. ¡°A commitment between men, right?¡± ¡°Yes, a commitment between men.¡± ¡¡¡¡¡ Tick tock. There is water falling on the stone slab. Standing under the streetlight, Marin turned his head and glanced behind him, seemingly in the darkness that was not illuminated by the streetlight.?There are red dots swimming around. The boy sniffed. As a city near the sea, Carterburg City can feel the smell of the sea all year round. But this time, the boy felt that he was a little too close to the sea. The civilization stick in his hand tapped the stone slabs that formed the street under his feet. There were deep gasps echoing in the alley. The young man took out a pocket watch from his arms. It was a birthday gift chosen by his sister Maya for her brother. It had an expensive silver chain and a silver case with the family crest carefully polished off, as well as words engraved on it by her sister's own hands. Dedicated to my brother. It¡¯s really a symbol of brotherhood and sisterhood As for the owner, it¡¯s better to forget about it. The gasping sound was louder and closer. Turning around and letting go of the thrust of the tentacles, Marin, who was holding the stick, used the symbol of civilization in his hand to hit the malicious body hard. Amidst the screams, he stepped sideways, holding the stick body in his left hand and pressing the button with his right hand. The staff sword made of silver Oriel steel was drawn out from it. The tentacles rolled out, and Marin used the staff as a shield. While wrapping the tentacles, the sword body in his right hand had already penetrated the inhuman head in front of him. "You picked the wrong opponent, prey." After whispering in the ear of the inhuman monster with tentacles, Marin pulled out the staff from the tentacles, tapped the head of the inhuman creature with the staff, and pushed it away. Pull the sword body out of its head. Taking two steps back and shaking off the black blood on the sword body, Marin lowered his head and used his sword to pick off an ear from the corpse's head. This is an ear worth ten dollars. Then he lowered his body and took out a wallet from the inhuman man's pocket. This is a leather wallet worth twenty yuan. There are two ten-dollar bills and a five-dollar bill inside, as well as six five-cent coins. The satchel around his waist was opened, and two poetry books were taken out by Marin. After flipping through it, it is full of feelings and love, spirit and desire, tears and separation. The middle class, the little bourgeoisie is not sick, art is the most standard object to be corrupted by the whispers of the evil god. ¡°However, based on the artistic inspiration this person showed in himself, the transformation he made was really in vain. ?????????????????????????????????????? Standing up, Marin used his cane again and walked into the darkness between street lamps. There was a flash of silver light in the darkness, the wailing of spirits, and the dull sound of a revolver. When Marin appeared in the range of the streetlight again, he already had an inhuman head in his hand. Looking at the bright night sky in the north direction of the city, Marin pursed his lips. It seemed that no one could sleep in Carter Castle tonight. He has to go home early because his sister Maya is still at home. But the problem is, there are always uninvited guests who want to block the owner's way home.