The tram slowly drove away. Klein, who was wearing a double-breasted coat and a half-height silk top hat, held a cane and walked quickly through many streets with various debris and garbage piled in the corners.
The road turned and lost its signage, and finally came under a weakly lit gas street lamp.
The Brave Bar, where light and heat leaked out from the crack in the door, was still bustling with people. The two big men at the door yawned boredly and were too lazy to look around. They just stood there, hoping that when it was time for the changing of the guard, they could go in and have a drink.
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Under the dim orange light of the street lamp, Klein looked at the bar where everything was normal and silently performed the illusion.
There were ripples in the air as the cold wind blew over her face. Sharon, who was wearing a complicated palace dress, bowed slightly, her face as delicate as a doll still showed little emotion.
At the end of the road, a dark brown carriage drove slowly. The driver wore a hat that was too wide and had no spiritual threads growing out of his body.
"Did something happen?" Klein asked in a low voice as he carefully observed the activities of his spiritual intuition.
He was at home almost all day today and did not receive any contact from Miss Sharon.
Considering the tragic death of the gangsters he accidentally encountered during the gathering last week, he couldn't help but wonder whether the members of the "Indulgence Faction" had discovered the party convened by the "Eye of Wisdom", or whether Miss Sharon and the others had encountered some other mishap——
For example, the demigod from the "Indulgence Sect" was about to arrive in Backlund, so he was forced to cancel the operation.
The gauze hanging down from the black soft hat was gently blown up, and Miss Sharon, with blond hair and blue eyes, said in an ethereal voice:
"They took the bait in advance and we are preparing to take action tonight."
"When and why didn't you inform me before?" Klein subconsciously expressed his doubts, but after he finished speaking, he realized that it was a bit rude.
Sharon, who was floating in the air, didn't pay attention to Klein's tone and said with a calm expression:
"Just now, I went to look for you, but you were not at home."
The carriage coming from the opposite direction had already passed the Brave Man's Bar, slowed down, and stopped under the streetlight where Klein was.
The closed car window opened with a bang, and Maric, with strong malice hidden in his eyes, stared at Klein unkindly, frowning.
"Such clothing is not suitable for fighting."
Klein, who was still a little nervous, smiled and raised the cane on his side.
"My ability is quite special and I have my own fighting method."
As he spoke, he looked at Sharon aside, and Miss "Wraith", who had witnessed Klein's battle, nodded slightly.
After receiving support, until the battle became inevitable, Klein gradually began to think about acting on the spot, and asked carefully:
"How much time do we have to prepare?"
The strong man at the door of the bar had already looked over. Maric, who was leaning against the car window, didn't care, but his brows furrowed even more tightly.
"About two hours, our estimated time is about ten o'clock."
"It's easy to attract the attention of official Beyonders before that. If it's later, I don't think those baits can fool Steve and Jason."
"'Resentful Soul', 'Living Corpse'." Sharon spat out two words without warning.
Is this the name of a member of the "Sexualists"?
Klein was startled for a moment, and then he came to his senses.
Besides them, there is also a "werewolf"... Klein analyzed the existing intelligence and said word by word:
"The incident happened suddenly and I need some time to prepare."
Marich, who was leaning against the car window, did not respond. He just waved his hand, causing the living corpse acting as the coachman to drive away and open the car door. At the same time, the two strong men guarding the door stopped trying to check.
Sharon nodded slightly in the air, and her translucent figure suddenly disappeared and fell into the glass window that had been closed by Maric.
Klein glanced around, without hesitation, avoiding the living corpses waiting aside, and boarded the carriage in a few steps.
"Driving to the Backlund Bridge, I need a separate room to store my things."
Maric, whose whole body exuded an aura of irritation, rubbed his cheeks and roughly pulled the window. He waited until the carriage slowly moved forward and back again before replying with a heavy breath;
"Okay, but you have to hurry up."
Klein looked at the unhidden pain on the other person's face and his increasingly manic movements, and asked carefully;
"Are you okay with this situation?"
"I will swallow a sedative before the battle. Within an hour, there will be no problem." Maric breathed heavily and spoke intermittently.
He pointed to the window in the direction of Klein and signaled with his eyes.
Klein looked along and covered the curtain with his left hand.
For some reason, although it is not a full moon today, the missing crimson wheel in the middle of the night is even more eerie. In the middle of the night, it stands alone in front of the tiny carriage on the ground, as if it is smiling.
............
At night, the residents after a busy day have returned to their rooms, and most of them are enjoying the few rest times in the day. The warm light illuminates the dark gray painted three-story building, dispersing Baekeland's
The large shadow cast by the Bell Tower.
This is the benefit of most tenants being single men. Senior workers often have their own fun. Unlike apartments in the East District, you have to hear the laughter of children and the noise of couples at night...
Holding a brand new hardcover novel in his hand, Mr. Agron, who followed Ms. Sissi on her "exploration" in Stormwind Heights, temporarily suppressed his "audience" thinking and regarded himself as just an ordinary person. In the book
Looking for an immersive experience.
At the door of the warm lobby on the first floor, the familiar tap of the cane appeared again, and Mr. Aigron, who had just set out in immersion, suddenly frowned.
It’s not that no one here uses a cane, but only one person can create this kind of rhythmic and unhurried noise.
The hardcover novel was silently closed, and Mr. Aigron, who had a sullen expression, turned over the desk lamp beside him and shined his light directly on the figure wearing a double-breasted coat and holding a cane.
"Sherlock Moriarty?"
Against the light ahead, Klein bowed.
"Good evening, Mr. Agron, I would like to borrow a room."
His expression was extremely sincere, and Mr. Aiglon, who was opposite him, snorted in emotion, and the corners of his mouth and brows tightened a little more.
"Give me a reason, we only accept long-term rentals here."
With nearly two thousand pounds in cash on him, Klein, who had no time to save money, twitched the corners of his mouth and softened his tone a lot.
"I'm temporarily tracking down a tricky secret and need a trustworthy place to store some things."
Aiglon's eyes turned into dark gold at some point, and his needle-shaped vertical boy stared indifferently. He examined Klein, remained silent for a while, picked out a long bar from the drawer below, and threw it over.
Klein didn't look sideways, and he grabbed it with his free left hand, and the metal product was tightly grasped in the palm of his hand.
The light in front was dimmed, the hardcover novel was picked up again, and Aigron's cold voice came from behind the front desk.
"The key to 221, I want to see the key before tomorrow morning."