Lowering the brim of his hat, Lehman quickly rushed out of the alley, but he ran into a crowd of people who had appeared unexpectedly.
They walked against Lehman with heavy steps in the direction Luo left. Their faces were generally silent, like gears that began to turn mindlessly. No one paid attention to the kid who came out of the alley, or even paid attention.
It doesn’t matter if you arrive...
After all, there is no shortage of wandering orphans in this city, but it has nothing to do with them, and it is best to have nothing to do with them.
From time to time, they looked disgusted and disgusted, and deliberately avoided it, as if they were worried that Lehman would entangle them and ask for Luke.
Lehman looked back at the newsstand not far away that had closed early and then moved forward to look for Luo's figure, but his short sight was in vain after passing through the turbulent flow of the "giant".
Not surprisingly, he was not able to find Luo as he hoped, and even lost his way for a while. He turned back to confirm the location of the newsstand again to confirm his whereabouts.
He heard the clanking sound of toolboxes in the hands of the crowd, and smelled the dry smell of coal mixed with the faint smell of blood and stench on his nose, which made him a little irritable.
Pursuing the crowd against the current without any purpose, he wanted to use the [Destiny Line] but found that he could not find the traces of fate left by Luo. He did not know who in the crowd could guide him to find Luo, until a familiar voice came to his ears.
There was a sound at the edge, and as his eyes swept across him, he saw an unexpectedly unfamiliar face.
With fluffy and messy hair and a pair of inconspicuous black glasses, he stood in front of the bakery and yawned.
Muntari (newsstand owner): "Two croissants."
Bakery owner: "Where are you going so early today? Boss Muntari."
Muntari took out 6 Lukes from his pocket and placed them on the table. He took the bread with a wry smile and said, "Hey~~ Newspapers are hard to sell these days. The boss has to go out and find the news himself."
Bakery owner: "Oh~~ Is there any big news from the gossip? Tell me and I will give you a free bread~"
Muntari took a bite of the bread and turned around, waving his hands and ignoring the bakery owner. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped. He lowered his head and casually pinched the bread in his hand, but his eyes quietly glanced at the crowd beside him.
Bakery owner: "What happened to the bread???"
Muntari calmly withdrew his gaze, took another bite of bread and said, "It's okay, I just think today's bread is extra soft, please give me another one."
Bakery owner: "No problem."
Lehman stood quietly in front of the bakery, hidden in the crowd. He was a little surprised by Muntali's alertness. If he hadn't called on reducing his presence, he might have been discovered. He is indeed an important part of the old city intelligence station. p>
But why would such a person rebel? Or is he not one of our own from the beginning? Is he just waiting for the opportunity?
Lehman turned around and did not dwell on the answer. He just looked calmly at the flowing light yellow [Line of Fate] in front of him, avoiding the passing crowds and heading towards his destination first.
The light yellow lucky color has a little purple misfortune.
Following the guidance of [Line of Destiny], Lehman quickly shuttled through this somewhat hurried neighborhood, briefly blending into the fast and indifferent pace but breaking away at a certain moment, like walking in black ink.
, and accidentally stepped into the clarity at the next moment.
It’s not the entire old city that’s busy. The closer you get to the end of the [Destiny Line] and the so-called night district, the calmer it becomes. There are just a few sounds of vomiting and figures intoxicated on the street corners.
They were so busy, or they ended their so-called life early last night, died quietly in the sun, and were ready to welcome the rebirth of the night again.
He looked at everything in front of him but did not stop. He walked forward until he walked into the shadow of the alley, secretly looking at the Parson's Tavern that still exuded an intoxicating atmosphere in the morning light, and looked at the restaurant that just happened to be there.
Luo arrived at the door of the tavern.
Several drunkards who were not yet sober were leaning against the door of the pub, and a bearded bartender was sitting on the stairs smoking a cigarette, looking after his last customers and not caring too much about their corrupt image. After all, as long as they paid, such an image would be worse.
This is the sign that a pub should have.
Calm smoke rings dispersed in the air, which also made him notice Luo walking towards the store. He pinched out the cigarette in his hand, waved his hand and glanced at the intoxicated people beside him, letting those who were still sober among them
The man quickly got up and dragged his drunken friend out of the tavern quickly.
The bearded bartender squinted his eyes and asked calmly: "Are you the kid next to Redrosa?"
Luo: "My name is Luo. I have something urgent to ask Uncle Redrosa."
The bearded bartender was obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly returned to normal and followed Luo's words
"Oh oh oh~~Okay, his conference room in the underground casino and the road below are very similar to the structure of the terminal. I think you should be able to find the direction."
Luo nodded and stepped through the old stairs and pushed the door into the darkness of the tavern. The bearded man turned around and still stared blankly at the calm and peaceful street but sighed helplessly. He just got up and wanted to walk back to the tavern together, but stopped where he was.
.
A sense of oppression rushed towards me from the direction of the alley. There was no murderous intention, just a sense of oppression!!!
Lehman lowered his hat and walked quickly from the shadows to the bartender. He didn't want to make eye contact with him and just said calmly
"If the situation changes, ask Luo to leave Parson's Tavern immediately. The people from the organization are here. Redrosa has been caught. There is no need for insurance. The plan cannot go wrong at this juncture. Let the kid leave here quickly."<
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After hearing the words "organized people", the bearded man's breathing became obviously short, and he resisted the pressure given by the strange child and asked
"Who are you?"
Lehman said coldly, "The Long Sword Society."
After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back and walked into the alley at the corner.
When Big Beard heard the reply, he didn't hesitate anymore. It was impossible for such a young child to be allowed to contact the newsstand so early in the organization. There was a high probability that he was not from the organization.
And the sense of oppression that was completely inconsistent with his body shape also convinced him that this should be the person sent to Mondry by the Long Sword Society!
Without any further hesitation, he turned around and called Luo who had just come down the stairs and said
"Who is that? Luo! Sorry, I was a little drunk, so I seem to have misremembered it! Redrosa just left a few minutes ago. I'm afraid I went back to the terminal. I think your trip was in vain.
You can go back."
Luo hesitated for a moment and was about to retort, but when he turned around, he saw the serious-looking bartender, and the last six words, which were quite forced.
Disappointment and nervousness surged out of her heart, so she had no choice but to close the door to the casino again, turned around and entered the morning light again, and left the Parson's Tavern without stopping as if to escape quickly.
Within just a few minutes after Luo left, Mondry appeared directly in front of Parson's Tavern, looking at the slightly astonished bearded man and said
"No need to be so surprised...has anyone received it?"
The bearded man hesitated for a moment, his pupils flickering, and the laughter of the unknown kid seemed to be heard in his mind, and he crushed the cigarette in his hand.
