"Then, I'll leave first." After a few seconds, Yager suppressed his smile and tapped the brim of his hat at the old lawyer on the chair. "We should prepare the documents at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, right?"
He packed up the documents on the table, took the Backlund morning newspaper and put it into his briefcase.
"Oh, oh, yes." The old lawyer slowly recovered from the heavy atmosphere just now and stumbled back.
He also stood up and began to sort out the scattered documents on the table.
"Tomorrow you should mainly go to the database to sort out the case files. Not many clients can come recently, so you don't need to be in the office all the time." He said to Yager while stacking the documents into a hill with difficulty.
"Okay." Yager, a wage earner, buttoned up his briefcase with regret.
Sure enough, it was still impossible for the office to let him spend a whole week idle.
The illusion that this week could be spent entirely on investigating the case was shattered.
He buttoned the windbreaker on his chest, turned around and walked on the way to get off work.
The scarlet moon outside the window illuminated Backlund at night as always.
"That's right!" Before leaving, the old lawyer stood in front of his desk and shouted to Yager, "Remember what I said, don't pursue the truth."
His blue eyes stared seriously at the figure that was about to disappear behind the door.
"OK."
Gently, the young man whose face was half hidden in the darkness of the corridor answered.
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Ten minutes later, the wheels of a carriage slowed down and stopped at the door of the lively tavern in East Balam Dockyard.
"We've arrived at the Workers' Union Tavern. Tenpence, thank you."
The dark-skinned coachman said to the young man who got off the car.
Yager handed him a few coins and successfully stood on the land of the East End.
That's right, it's impossible to expect him to be obedient.
Considering that Duke Negan's men only have Sequence Six, even if he really overturns his car and is chased, he should still have room to escape.
So far, Yager has not tried his fighting ability. Although spiritual vision is also very useful, he instinctively feels that what he is best at must be fighting between extraordinary people.
But now there is another problem.
Instead of entering the pub immediately, the black-haired young man stood on the side of the road filled with smog and the smell of nicotine, rubbing his temples in discomfort.
There was a desire in his heart that kept repeating itself.
'Find the moon!'
'Find the moon!'
'Find the moon!'
'Kill the moon.'
This throbbing flowed through his blood and heart, giving him a dizzying bloodthirsty impulse.
There seemed to be a crazy murmur in his ears, and if you listened carefully, it was even his own voice.
"This sinful moon."
He needs... to hunt.
Yager stretched out his hand to hold onto the railing on the roadside and took a deep breath.
Snow-white smoke dispersed in the gray of the East District, and was highlighted by the rust-colored tree trunks on the roadside, covering up the deformed steel railing under the palm of the young man's right hand.
His condition is not quite right.
But he can't go directly to the church of the Night Goddess now.
As one of the Seven Righteous Gods, the goddess of the night who issued an oracle to kill him definitely has a lot of power in Backlund, and there must be high-sequence powerful Beyonders.
The most important thing is that the oracle mentioned in the Hanged Man mentions "divine punishment".
If he rashly starts a war with the Night, he may need to hide his whereabouts from the True God while dealing with the Dark Night Sect and even multiple high-sequences from the other two churches, which will put him at a huge disadvantage.
So his only sense stopped him from immediately going to the middle door of St. Samuel's Cathedral to confront him.
However, Clint's case should not be delayed. Many forces have joined in to add insult to injury, and the clues left in the East District will only become fewer as time goes by.
He had to brave the anomaly and come to the East District.
After calming down for a while, the loud noise in his ears finally allowed Yager to successfully suppress his chaotic emotions, silently left the murder scene on the railing and walked towards the door of the tavern.
A doubt arose in his mind.
Even if it's a tentacle monster, is this state too wrong?
He subconsciously touched his head to make sure that it had not changed into a strange shape and was staying in its original position.
On the streets of the East District, workers were coming and going after a hard day's work, dragging their tired bodies towards the pub, making this dilapidated building brightly lit.
Although he had deliberately chosen a duller old windbreaker, the new black-haired young man who came in was still out of tune with the environment. After all, in the docks of the East District, owning a coat to keep out the cold in winter is already a luxury.
Yager, who attracted a lot of attention, immediately realized his mistake.
He avoided the crowd, turned around and walked towards the bar.
"A glass of barley beer," he whispered to the bartender.
When the bartender turned around to prepare a drink for him, Yager looked around the bar.
There is a mix of people here, from sailors covered in water vapor to muscular men with a few scars on their faces who look like gangsters. There are people from all walks of life. For inquiring about information, this is an ideal location.
But they obviously have no friendly intentions towards strangers.
Just when Yager was hesitant about where to start, a haggard young man staggered closer to him.
"Hello." He sat down next to Yager very familiarly.
"……Hello"
"My name is Williams, what's yours?" The young man smiled with yellow teeth and stretched out his dirty hands.
There was brown soil in the gaps between the gray nails.
Yager was silent.
Thank you for the friendly exchange with him, but he really doesn't want to shake his hand.
Especially when he is wearing his newly purchased gloves.
"My name is John."
After much deliberation, Yager reluctantly chose to take off his leather gloves and shake hands with Williams.
Williams laughed.
"Hahaha! You're so interesting." He grabbed Yager's hand and shook it twice, watching with interest as the corners of the handsome young man's mouth twitched in front of him.
"But don't be joking." In the next sentence, he changed the subject and said something that Yager had not expected.
"Your name is Jaeger de Lester, isn't it? A stranger from old William's shop."
There was a shrewdness in Williams' eyes that belied his appearance.
Yager glanced at him in surprise: "Do you know me?"
The poor tentacle monster pulled his hand back with some force.
Williams took back his hand and knocked on the table: "Yes, I was there when you went to old William to apply for a job."
"Won't you buy me a drink?"
"What do you want to drink?" Yager simply took out his wallet.
Williams looks like a local snake and can accurately tell where he used to work, making him a good choice for inquiring information.
The most important thing is that there are no traces of extraordinary things on him, and there is no threat at all.
"A Southwell beer," Williams shouted to the bartender without ceremony.
"Then," he turned to look back at the young man in front of him, "what is Mr. Drester doing here after we have left the pawn shop?"
"Bill Rudolph, do you know him?" Yager asked in a low voice.
"What did you ask him for?" Williams chuckled twice and did not answer his question, but asked nonchalantly.
However, Yager could clearly see the tense muscle lines on his arms.
He is very nervous.
Williams knew Bill.
Yager felt lucky to have won the first prize.
"Bill once came to old William's shop, and the Church of Storms came to ask about it because of this." He took out today's morning newspaper and explained.
"I received him, so I recognized the face in the newspaper today when I saw it."
This chapter has been completed!