Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 356

Cough!

Mike Joseph took out his handkerchief, covered his mouth, and coughed several times.

The smog in the factory district was thicker than anywhere else. The air was gray with a yellowish tint as though it was floating dust. Occasionally a pungent, suffocating odor that even Mr. Reporter, who was long used to the Backlund air, could not bear.

He turned to Klein who was also coughing softly.

“I’ve always been a huge supporter of the government’s establishment of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council and the alkaline industry inspector, but only today did I learn that the problem has become so serious.”

“If we don’t take effective measures, it may become a tragedy in the future.” Klein tried hard to clear his blocked nose.

Perhaps the whole of Backlund would be shrouded in smog that results in one’s vision not exceeding five meters, and it’s possible that an evil god would descend or be born in such a backdrop… he added silently.

Old Kohler didn’t quite understand the conversation. He cleared his throat that was filled with thick phlegm and led the reporter and the detective around the watchman and into a lead factory.

Most of the workers were women. They were working busily without any protection, and the factory floor was filled with dust.

Looking at the “tiny particles” floating in the air, Klein felt like he was looking at toxic gas. The young ladies without masks were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

For a moment, he felt as though he was back in Tingen, back to the time when he had helped Sir Deweyville deal with the grievance haunting him.

He seemed to have already witnessed the future of each and every female worker—some of them with throbbing heads, some with blurred vision, some turning hysterical, some with gums with a blue line, and finally, they either went blind or fell dead.

It’s like a large-scale, bloody sacrificial ritual. The only difference is that the target is that flashing symbol of money… If the Aurora Order, Rose School of Thought, and other evil sects could make good use of similar situations, just like what Lanevus did, there would be a huge problem… Klein covered his mouth and nose as he quietly watched.

Mike Joseph muttered in surprise and anger, “How can this be?

“How can they be like this?

“A while ago, all sorts of newspapers and magazines were focused on the issue of lead poisoning. Why aren’t they using any precautionary measures at all?

“They can’t even bear to use a mask?

“These factory owners are murderers!”

so aware of lead poisoning? Right, I forgot. I had gotten Sir Deweyville to advertise the dangers of lead poisoning on the newspapers and magazines… It seems like he did it well, but for

He quietly observed and asked a few workers who had

after another, but lost their mood to discuss anything when they saw

discovered that there were a lot of people gathered outside a factory. They were mostly women, and they were excitedly shouting something and

happened?” Mike asked Old

was also

over

blended into the crowd. It took him several minutes to get back

Old Kohler took a breath and got

before, and so he didn’t know much about the situation. As for Klein,

use the latest textile machines, so the number of people in

smash the machines and get their jobs back, or else

he looked like he was going to say “fools,” but he didn’t

pretty much finished my investigative interviews.” After a

three of them turned around and began to walk out of

they were about to part, Mike glanced at

do if the lead factories who do not provide protection are shut down, or if their bosses are sent to

serious thought and said, “If it’s just a few factories, there won’t be much of a problem, but some female workers might suffer from the hunger and cold while looking for other jobs, and they would gradually lose their strength

if too many factories are shut down in a short period of time, not

others… Who knows how many people in East Borough will lead an even more difficult life or die as a result. It would be a

and after paying ten pounds and six soli, he left the smoke-emitting factory district in a

ride into

he was a Nighthawk, he had known and come into contact with the lives of the poor, but

observation revealed a human abyss in

isn’t careful, it can be ignited by a cult… Klein pondered for a few seconds and said, “Kohler, I’d like to ask you

giving you the money to build a relationship with the other workers. Every week, we will set a time to

eyes

“No problem!”

price, and he fully trusted

his options and said, “Every time we meet, I’ll give you 15 soli as funds and compensation. If you provide me with information that I’m satisfied with, there will also

Old Kohler blurted

and happiest days, he was paid only twenty-one soli a

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