Under the cover of the thick fog of the Lost Sea.

The muffled sound deep in the brass-colored pipes of the slums of the Jupiter Observatory seemed to be merged into the never-ending sound of steam and mechanical transmission.

that's all.

In the midst of repeated heavy hammering.

The vulgar insults from the gangsters in front of Su Wen turned into begging for mercy.

then.

The cries of the despicable people begging for mercy are getting smaller and smaller.

Until, no more sound can be made.

He finally let go.

Accompanied by the sound of the enemy in his hand falling to the ground.

The cold anger in Su Wen's eyes finally subsided. He and the old man who had been helped up and sitting aside asked gently:

"Can you lend me the bathroom?"

"You want it?"

"Just wipe the 'dirt' on your hands."

He was referring to the remaining blood stains on his fingers. As for where it came from, there may be no need for any explanation.

The old man did not refuse his small request:

"Just in the back room."

The weak gas light came on again, and Su Wen saw the small and shabby bathroom in the back room, but he didn't mind it at all.

As he walked straight over, he just sighed calmly:

"The environment here is probably more difficult than the slums of Detroit.

Why did you choose to sneak here?"

Hear him say that.

The girl wearing gray steam workshop overalls hiding in the room further away replied in a low voice:

"We just want to live.

Whatever the living conditions are, some are enough.”

After his granddaughter accidentally revealed some inside information, the old man quickly apologized and said:

"Lord Extraordinary, don't pay too much attention to the inside story. We were just targeted by some gangs in Detroit."

Su Wen is very rational.

He could hear the evasion in the old man's words, so he chose the most appropriate topic as an entry point to obtain information:

"Carnival Team, I am their ally.

Have you ever heard of the name ‘Grace’?”

"The champion of the last Detroit underground race. The deceased brother of the legendary driver No. 25: Lai Yin.

That is the pride of our slums.

of course I know."

There was a hint of excitement on the girl's face, and she said proudly.

Hear her say that.

Su Wen's face also had a gentle smile like memories. He took out a copper emblem from the storage box with a graceful movement:

"Words alone may not convince you.

But you should definitely recognize this heroic emblem from the carnival team.”

The dark golden emblem was slowly bounced up by him, swirling and flashing in the dim gas light.

At the same time, it was deeply imprinted in the eyes of the old man.

The old man who looked like a mechanic had a solemn look in his eyes:

"May I ask you are?"

"Kevin.

A scholar who, at the request of the Bounty Hunters Association and the Dragonborn Research Society, boarded the ocean-going ship Wiltins to participate in the operation to open up the Lost Sea.

certainly.

It’s ‘no more than that’.”

Su Wen used meaningful and metaphorical words to explain everything in one stroke.

Accompanied by the sound of running water in the sink in the bathroom.

He gracefully made a 'relax' gesture.

Then he smiled and said,

"Tell me about you."

When the old man heard what he said, he finally chose to take off his guard:

"My name is Merk.

Merck-Cleveland, but probably not many people know this name.”

He dragged the three gangsters at the door into the dark room to cover up.

Then I found an old broken iron sheet in the machine shop to replace the outer door that had just been kicked out of shape.

After the cleaning work is completed.

He just coughed twice,

With a slight sign of respect, Su Wen sat on the broken sofa in the back room:

"Sorry, the room is small and there is no place that can properly entertain you, Mr. Kevin."

then.

The old man said to his granddaughter:

"Hannah, pour Mr. Kevin some rum that I have stored in the third row of cabinets in the kitchen on the second floor.

Remember to get two clean glasses."

But Su Wen waved his hand and refused the invitation. He smiled and said without any concern:

"Just a cup of coffee.

I see, isn’t there just coffee powder here?”

The decoration here looked a bit like the curly-haired Simpson he knew in Moscow.

Besides, Su Wen himself is not a materialistic person.

For him.

Whether it was the black coffee that Anthony brewed to refresh himself at work, or the inferior coffee powder that the fat man Simpson used, it would not affect his mood.

Just having this kind of atmosphere is enough.

that's all.

The heat gradually rises as the coffee rises.

An old man named Merk also sat opposite him and briefly talked about his experience in this workshop full of brass pipes:

"I used to be a mechanical engineer in Detroit.

The research is on the design of heavy-duty mechanical structures for mining veins in deep seas and island edges.

At one time, I was considered the top engineer in this industry in the United States and even the world."

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly,

“But it’s also because of the emergence of those mineral veins.

The technology I have mastered.

It became a tight rope around my neck."

"A new type of mineral vein after the century of origin.

Could it be Kemde alloy mine?"

Su Wen knew that the cause of White Christmas Eve in New York State was precisely because of the existence of a new path to the Lost Sea in the Kemde Mine.

So it was easy for him to think about this.

Hearing this proper term from his mouth that only a very few people know.
To be continued...