On the morning of the third day after the adventure, I went home.
Mark is quite unfamiliar with this 'home'.
Even if he tried so hard that his head hurt, it was still difficult to organically connect the fragmented memories of the former owner with the scene in front of him.
Saint Leiden City, the second largest port city in the Wright Empire, is the brightest pearl on the west coast of the empire.
No matter which angle you approach this majestic city, the first thing you see is the huge lighthouse standing on the offshore island on the coast.
The top of the 100-meter-high conical spire is the Eye of Light, which represents the goddess of light.
The bright eye, which was transformed into a searchlight, patrols the dark sea every night, frightening evil spirits, providing guidance to night sailing ships, and giving spiritual comfort to sailors.
Entering this city by land from the north, which has both modern and feudal atmosphere, is equally impressive.
The ancient city wall gates left over from the Divine War a thousand years ago have been modernized and transformed into one large and four small, with a total of five giant stone arches. Except for the central city gate that will not be opened unless it is a major holiday, the other four
Extending from the gate into the city is a majestic two-way eight-lane road.
The two middle lanes are exclusively for trams, and pedestrians use the pedestrian bridge to reach the platform in the middle of the road to get on and off the trams.
Interestingly, advanced industrial civilization and backward gadgets coexist.
Even though there are trams in the middle of the avenue, the two lanes in the middle are running internal combustion engine cars similar to the American Beetles of the 1930s. The outer lanes, which are the most convenient for getting on and off, are running noble... horse-drawn carriages.
The avenue is not an asphalt road, but a more traditional bluestone road.
Even if the car the night watchman drives is the latest Beetle, the relatively new shock absorbers still cause continuous bad bumps on such uneven roads.
Mark was a little speechless.
There are a dazzling array of shops on both sides of the road. Even in broad daylight, neon lights are still flashing on the shops. Radios with poor sound quality for modern people constantly play unknown music, attracting customers passing by.
People were coming and going on the street, but when Mark was stuck in traffic, he noticed in a small alley on the side of the road, a large group of children between the ages of seven and ten were sitting on the ground, and they were quickly loading matches into small ones.
In the matchbox.
While waiting for a red light on the road, Mark saw the horse in front of a carriage next to him twisting his well-braided ponytail to the left, and then a lot of things that needed to be mosaic fell onto the road.
A fan...
This scene gave Mark a real feeling that he had really traveled through time.
Galian whispered in his ear:
"The funds for the activity have been applied for. You can announce to the outside world that you discovered an artifact left behind by the royal family during your expedition and received a high bonus of 100,000 lite dollars. Don't worry, the royal family will endorse you. As long as you are caught or
If you kill the murderer, banker Old Dupont is willing to share half of the reward for the murderer with you. And our people will sneak into the Dorothy Salon in advance to protect you as undercover agents."
"Yeah." Mark's answer was actually a bit absent-minded.
Because, he will go home soon.
Even if 'his' memory tells him that he is the only one in this family.
He still felt uneasy.
Too strange.
Not long after, the car stopped at the door of his house.
When getting off the car, Galian stood by the car door, took out a match, and lit a cigarette for himself: "Don't worry, our people have checked it and there is no [abnormality] inside."
"Thank you." Mark smiled and nodded.
I'm afraid that the biggest 'abnormality' is myself!
Mark raised his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar house.
It was a small apartment building with a small garden in front of the door. The three-story building with brick and wood structure seemed a bit unremarkable, considering that the apartment was located in the Kensington College District, which is second only to the aristocratic district in the city.
, adjacent to Arnos Park to the west, facing water to the east, overlooking the Elson River, with convenient transportation and beautiful environment. Just renting a small 40-square-meter apartment with a bathroom here will cost 2,000 yuan a month.
This is twice the monthly salary of an ordinary salaryman in the lower city. This rent is a discounted price given to him by the landlady because he is handsome.
Mark couldn't help but wonder: Where did the original owner get so much money?
It's a pity that I can't find the answer after searching through the fragments of memory.
Alas, no matter so much, let’s go back first.
Push open the low gate of the small garden and follow the cobblestone path to the door of the apartment building.
As soon as I entered the gate, I saw the landlady Mrs. Watson who was drinking tea and reading a newspaper in the concierge.
As soon as this fat lady over forty saw Mark come in, her eyes lit up.
Mark was already handsome, and he wore a brand-new suit that was clearly tailor-made. He was followed by two young men dressed as servants. He looked high-spirited no matter what.
Mrs. Watson's eyes lit up and her big mouth immediately started to speak: "Hey, little Mark, you said you were going to take an adventure the day before yesterday, and the whole building knew about it. Are you... really rich!?"
"Luckily, I made a small profit." Mark bowed slightly and saluted, showing his signature charming smile. He took out a handful of green gold dollars from the cowhide envelope with his white-gloved right hand.
When the royal commendation letter and a stack of green hundred-dollar bills were displayed in front of the landlady in a fan shape, Mrs. Watson only felt that the portrait of the first emperor on those green bills became less ridiculous on the spot.
His Majesty the Emperor, who has a lobster-shaped mustache and a bowler hat printed on the banknotes, is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it at the moment.
"Thank you, the landlady, for taking care of me all the time. Let me treat Ms. Watson to afternoon tea." On the window sill of the concierge, Mark gracefully pushed over three hundred-dollar bills.
"May the goddess of light bless you." The landlady put the banknotes into her chest pocket with lightning speed and great momentum.
"May the goddess bless you."
"Yes, your classmate."
"Russifang? He ran to another town again."
Mark lied. His miserable classmate was long gone. In order not to hinder the plan, the night watchman would fake signs that he continued to travel far away, and then unfortunately, he encountered a car accident in the distance.
Mark changed the subject: "Finally, I have gained a lot, please keep it a secret."
"Of course I won't say it casually!" the landlady said with a smile on her face.
Hey! If Mrs. Watson knows something, in less than a day, all the ladies in the district will know it.
This is exactly what someone wants.
Mark smiled and nodded, striding up to the second floor.
A night watchman opened the door to the apartment for Mark, went in first, and then made a gesture of invitation.
Mark entered happily.
Rented student apartments can be said to be very simple, but also very complicated.
There’s not much to say about the furnishings inside, except that in the living room, there is a three-story super large clothes rack that is two people high, and it is filled with all kinds of the latest fashionable clothes.
No matter how many times they saw this scene, the two night watchmen were speechless.
Galian touched his nose: "During this period, we will be in the living room."
"Thank you." Mark nodded and entered the bedroom. As soon as he closed the door, just as Mark was about to lie down on the bed like a corpse, he was shocked to find: there was a large revolver shining brightly on the bedside table.
The pistol, with its extremely sexy golden carvings, looks so familiar...
As the sun sets in the west, the brilliance of the sun is like the last ray of fire burning in the sky.
For the dignitaries of St. Leiden City, evening is just the beginning of the day.
After a morning of fermentation, rumors about Mark had spread. In the afternoon, he even received a salon invitation from a butler sent by a wealthy lady.
According to the plan, tonight he will confirm this rumor, spread the news thoroughly, arouse the jealousy of the hidden murderer, and finally achieve the trap and murder.
It's a big show tonight.
After the performance is over, it’s time to wait for the harvest.
When Mark came out of the room, the two night watchmen knew at a glance that after half a day's rest, Mark's condition was probably not getting better, but rather getting worse.
Gallian: "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm just a little nervous. Sometimes it's like this. I'm too nervous. Even if I rest, I still feel more tired the more I rest."
Another night watchman, Joseph, consoled him: "You should behave normally tonight. Anyway, those brainless noble daughters will believe whatever you say."
Mark showed a forced smile.
Joseph patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, the guy who did this is definitely not as strong as our captain. We are professionals in dealing with evil spirits."
"Thank you, I feel relieved."
After dinner, it’s time for the ladies’ salon once a day. Due to the manifestation of the gods in this world, the technology tree is a bit crooked. There are radios and radio stations, but no televisions. There is nothing better for the aristocratic daughters to pass the boring after-dinner time than to get together and chat.
Talk about the latest news.
What Mark is going to is the salon composed of Countess Dorothy and several noble ladies from baron families.
According to the plan, Gallian sneaked in secretly first.
Joseph and another night watchman drove to escort Mark to the salon.
Joseph noticed that Mark's eyes were a little distracted.
"Are you really okay?"
"It's no big deal." Mark smiled bitterly.
If nothing happens, there will be ghosts.
He felt that his willpower was like a rising cloud, fluttering in the wind, gathering and dispersing, making it difficult to control. He couldn't even calm down his mind a little, and even blanks appeared in his memory.
After washing his face before going out, Mark finally recovered.
I went to the barber shop first, and with the help of my familiar teacher Tony, I trimmed my hair a little.
Looking at himself in the full-length mirror, Mark smiled.
His name is not Maclaude. There is no reason to shave his hair with the same flame style as Claude. Teacher Tony only had a three-quarter haircut according to his request.
The high hair and legs make the whole person look energetic, and the three horizontal lines on the temples deliberately shaved give people a sense of trend that transcends the times.
Coupled with the bangs hanging down in a three-quarter length, the handsome guy with black hair and black eyes in the mirror is definitely the leading actor tonight.
In terms of clothes, he is wearing a black coat and black trousers. Originally a long shirt with no special style, Mark deliberately cut it into an asymmetrical style with long sleeves on the left hand and sleeveless on the right shoulder.
It has to be said that although the original owner is a student of occult science, he still has some muscles. The sleeveless design on the right side for easy movement makes the muscle lines quite obvious.
Time was too short to alter the clothes, so Mark had some decorative buckles sewn on his pants.
This dress can be said to be completely ahead of the trend at this time, and is incompatible with the clothes of the imperial nobles.
Originally, this was considered a fancy dress, but it also depended on who was wearing it. If he wore it on Mark, he would definitely be the most handsome guy in the room.
Seeing such handsome Mark, the expressions of the two night watchmen were wonderful.