Although Steven actively lowered his perception sensitivity in the bustling city, he was still keenly aware of all hostile mental locks.
It's just that this kind of snooping comes from time to time, and it's not obviously hostile, so he is just aware of it, but he can't pinpoint the person snooping.
Steven glanced at the street calmly. There were many people coming and going on the street. There were a few homeless people sitting on the ground more than 20 meters away from them, and there were several half-grown homeless people standing across the street.
Boys, those boys scanned the passing crowd with voyeuristic eyes, seemingly looking for a suitable target.
Those were a few thieves. Steven and Kate had come into contact with thieves like these semi-large street boys when they were in Pawnee City. They were usually controlled by small-scale local gangs or gangsters. Maybe those thieves were just here.
After checking himself, Steven shook his head and ignored it, and walked towards the hotel with Blake.
But the feeling of being spied on from time to time still existed along the way. Steven frowned. If this was the case, it was purposeful tracking!
He calmly glanced back at the corner and found no unusual people among the people going back and forth, and the few half-grown thieves did not follow him either.
Steven put his thoughts under control and entered a state of quasi-silence. The surrounding voices quieted down. The soul light spots of many people on the street lit up in Steven's perception. A lingering soul light spot more than 50 meters behind him caused
He caught his attention and exited the silent state. He glanced back and saw a middle-aged man standing there, who didn't look like he was spying on anyone.
It seems that if we just observe it again, we should have the results when we get to the hotel, Steven thought.
He and Blake were not far from the hotel. If the homeless man was still found following him at the hotel, then he would be sure to be him!
Back on the porch of the Star Breeze Hotel, Kate was still sitting here drinking tea. When he walked into the porch, Steven still felt like he was being spied on. He did not show any abnormality. He and Blake sat at Kate's table and ordered a cup of coffee.
, Steven picked up the cup, closed his eyes and entered a state of silence again.
The soul lights of the people around him lit up in his perception. A light spot dozens of meters away caught his attention. The feeling of being spied on came from him.
Steven opened his eyes and glanced in that direction. The crowds came and went, sometimes blocking his vision, but Steven was sure that the middle-aged man who seemed to be wandering was peeking at him. He was the one who followed him all the way.
In the hotel, he glanced at the three of them from time to time. Although it was very hidden, it could not escape Steven's perception.
He must be spying on himself, Steven thought. The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance. He was wearing a light-colored linen jacket common among locals and a wide-brimmed sun hat. He was a very inconspicuous person.
Steven quietly told Kate and Blake what he had discovered. Kate frowned and said, "Steven, can you tell which side the other party belongs to? Is it the church or a local ruffian who wants to
Robbing money from outsiders?"
Steven said: "Probably not! The church's response is much faster! If we are still wanted, their people must have come here long ago, and it is even less likely that they are ruffians who want to steal money, and neither are gangsters. We and
There is no interaction between the gangs here."
Kate nodded and said, "Then we don't need to worry about it. We'll just wait and see. They will be exposed on their own."
The three of them sat on the porch and continued to drink tea and coffee, talking about various news topics, ignoring the person who was monitoring them. After spending a leisurely afternoon, the three of them went upstairs after dinner.
Their room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor. It is a three-person room with a simple layout. In addition to three beds, there is a large wardrobe in the room. There is a wooden table and a few chairs by the window. The window is facing the
Elsa Street.
Steven stood by the curtain, the man spying on them was still on the street.
At this time, the setting sun was setting into the sea of stars outside the pier, and they welcomed their first night in Cania.
According to the plan, they planned to go to the beach on the outskirts of the city the next day to enjoy the style of the Sea of Stars. However, because Blake needed to watch the scrolls in the morning and time was tight, they decided to go to bed early and get up early tomorrow.
One night passed, and as the sun rose in the east, the three of them had packed up and came to the hotel porch.
After breakfast, they returned to the room. Steven took out the scroll. Kate dragged the wooden table next to the window to the center of the room. Blake sat at the table and the gauze curtains were closed. At this time, the room
The light inside is neither too bright nor too dark, just right.
Steven told Blake some precautions when watching, and he even lit a candle and placed it on the table. Then he and Kate exited the room, closed the door, and went downstairs to wait in the corridor.
Steven took out his pocket watch and looked at the time: 7:30. The two ordered coffee and bought two copies of the Cania Morning News, enjoying the leisurely morning while waiting.
At this time, the street was already a lively scene of people coming and going. The cries of vendors and the bargaining sounds of tourists were intertwined. The middle-aged man who monitored them yesterday had been replaced by a thin young man. He was walking on the side of the street.
Sitting by the wall opposite, holding a pipe and looking like he was doing nothing, Steven and Kate ignored him and pretended not to know.
Two hours passed quickly. Steven and Kate went upstairs and came outside the room. They did not knock on the door, but waited outside the door. If Blake entered a silent state, knocking on the door would disturb him. If he did not
Once he has entered the state, it is almost time for him to come out.
The door to the room was opened by Blake. He yawned and walked out. He saw Steven and Kate waiting outside the door. Blake nodded to them, turned around and walked into the room, and the two of them followed suit.
Although Steven was a little disappointed, he still asked with a glimmer of hope: "Blake, how are you! Have you entered a certain state? Does the flame seem to come alive and become a real flame in your eyes?"
Blake shook his head and said: "It's a pity that I didn't have that feeling and state. I fell asleep later! I obviously slept very well last night! Why do I feel so sleepy looking at the flames on the scroll? Steven, I might
Like Kate, she has no fate with the scroll."
Steven said: "It doesn't matter. I'll let you watch it again when I return to Bordeaux. Maybe it will be effective next time!"
Kate said: "I think it may be the usual situation not to enter that state. It seems that the threshold of this scroll is very high! I hope Blake can enter the silent state next time! Okay, we should go to the beach, boys
, hurry up!”
Steven put away the scroll and packed up his things with the two of them to prepare to set off.
Later, several people walked out of the hotel and onto the street. They raised their hands to hail a carriage, got on the carriage and headed towards the beach on the outskirts of the city.