Author: Lin Zixie

Admissor did not stare at Esther for too long, and soon looked away due to violent tears. His awe and longing were written directly on his face, and the madness in his eyes gradually subsided, and he would turn his head to look from time to time.

Come over, stare at Esther with the eyes of a fanatic, and then look away after your eyes hurt to tears again.

Esther had goosebumps all over her body. She wanted to distance herself now, but Admissor still held on to her clothes and made an agreement with Klein to meet here, so she couldn't go too far.

Anyway, a few glances won't make any difference, so let him look... Esther sat helplessly next to Admissor, watching the customers coming and going like him. After all, the "Evil Dragon Bar" is under official control

It's a market under the market, so there are only a few people who hide their appearance. After all, you have to verify your identity to enter here. People on the wanted list will be recognized at a glance, and the use of hoods and masks to hide their identities is limited.

Of course, Esther very much suspected that there were people here who had concealed their identities, or who had disguised themselves as others. Officials could not impose too strict restrictions, as that would make the wild Extraordinary people wary and completely out of sight.

So the above can only turn a blind eye.

It's quite boring to sit like this.

Seeing that Admissor calmed down, Esther tried to communicate with him: "Is your name Admissor?"

The young man nodded shyly and raised his hand to rub his tear-filled eyes.

"Have you been here long?"

"Um."

"Are your eyes feeling better?"

"Light, it hurts, but it's beautiful..."

Most of Esther's questions were answered with "hmm" or a shake of the head, or "don't know" or "don't remember". She didn't expect to learn anything useful, but Admissor did calm down during the conversation.

Quite a bit, if his eyes weren't red and swollen from tears, he would look like an ordinary passerby now.

In the end, Esther didn't know what else to ask. She let her mind go and hummed a pop song she had heard in her previous life, "Body Like a Prison"*. As long as she didn't read the lyrics, no one would know what was coming out of her mouth.

What a "little ditty from another world".

Admissor tilted his head and stared at her. Esther's humming seemed to have a strange magic power for him. When he was unconscious, a peaceful smile appeared on his face.

It's like having a sweet dream.

When Admissor suddenly hummed the melody, Esther was startled and almost jumped up from the ground.

"You know this song!?"

"No, it's light," Admissor pointed at Esther's eyebrows, "The tone of light can be heard, seen, and felt. The call of light."

Esther reluctantly sorted out the fragmented words in Admissor's mouth: "Did the light tell you?"

"You sing, the light sings, it's chaos, the light that guides the chaos..."

Esther rubbed her right eyebrow, feeling that she had not established any communication with Admissor, and he looked confused.

Forget it, it doesn't matter if someone hums the tune together anyway. With this thought in mind, Esther asked: "Then do you still want to sing?"

"Light can sing, and if I feel it, I can follow it."

Esther really wanted to know what Admissor saw in her, but other than "light", he couldn't give any answers, which was frustrating.

Old Neil came back first, still holding a small tin can in his hand. He squeezed past the sudden increase in people nearby and heard the faint tune.

The corner where Esther and Admissor were staying was almost surrounded by people. There were a lot of people stopping at the vendors outside them. Those people were all because they saw something or were interested in the things they were selling.

Curious, he stayed nearby unconsciously, and before he knew it, a dozen people gathered.

Old Neil's spiritual intuition was touched, and he immediately shouted: "Esther!"

The tune stopped abruptly, and the people nearby turned their heads at the same time to look at Old Neil who had made the noise, with a half-asleep and half-awake look in his eyes, but soon they went back to doing their own things, as if nothing had happened.

Afterwards, the crowd that had gathered just now gradually dispersed.

Old Neil's spiritual intuition returned to calm, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't understand what happened just now, he had to inform the captain of this matter as soon as possible.

Esther waved to Old Neil, who handed the medicine jar to her: "Just rub this on your eyes. It may feel cold if it gets in your eyes. You can take the rest yourself."

"I'll teach him how to use it. He probably needs this more than me."

Old Neil murmured in his heart, Admissor went crazy for a day or two. Could it be that preaching can teach people?

However, what shocked him was that Admissor was really very obedient. After Esther made gestures on his face, Admissor followed her instructions and learned to apply ointment to his eyes.

There are no communication barriers between people.

Esther placed the medicine jar in Admissor's hand, and the young "monster" grabbed the corner of her clothes but his hand was empty, and he looked at her with pleading eyes.

"I won't stay here."

"Yes, light can flow. It's incredible and wonderful."

Esther frowned: "I can try to help you find more effective eye drops, if you need them."

"The favor of light is given, and then taken in return... I heard that this is the cycle of light."

"You...forget it."

Esther finally gave up communicating and walked over under Old Neil's thoughtful eyes.

"Thank you for the ointment, Mr. Neil. Should we go find Klein now? Or should we just wait for him here?"

Old Neil returned the remaining ten soura after buying the medicine to Esther: "Let's go find him. It's not very big here. He should have left by now."

Soon, the two found Klein. They left the Dragon Bar together and took a public carriage to leave the dock area. At Old Neil's insistence, he and Esther returned to the Black Thorn on Zotland Street.

Security company, and Klein changed to the public carriage heading for Daffodil Street, and returned to the house that the Moretti family had recently moved into.

As soon as Old Neil came back, he went to Dunn's office and specifically told Esther to go to bed early. Esther grabbed a handful of salt-roasted peanuts from the closet in the Nighthawks lounge and went back to her room behind Chanis' door.

Gone to the stone house.

"Unusual movement?"

"Yes, Esther didn't seem to notice it. To be honest, she didn't do anything except humming to Admissor at the time. Could it be Admissor's problem?"

Dunn recalled the relevant information about the young man: "Is it related to the 'monster' sequence? No, this is probably because Admissor's inspiration is too high, and he saw some of Esther's essence.

Attracted to her."

Old Neil recalled the strange scene at that time: "The people nearby didn't feel it at all. They heard the singing, but they didn't realize that they were attracted by the singing and gathered together. There were even two vendors among them who were truly extraordinary.

Sequence nine, I know them."

"I will report this matter to the Holy Church and let them decide whether to take measures. Esther has been staying in the company recently, keeping her as close to Chanis Gate as possible to avoid this happening again in large crowds.

situation."

Seeing that Dunn had made a decision, Old Neil planned to leave. Today was not his duty day, and he hoped to go home early to do what he had planned.

"Wait a moment."

Okay, the captain's old problem is over. Old Neil turned around and waited for Dunn's next words.

Dunn was holding his pipe in his hand, but he never lit a fire in the company. He just stuffed it with tobacco and took two puffs: "Don't mention this situation directly to Esther, and don't communicate it with Klein. She has recently

You're too close to Klein. It's best to stay the same."

"Of course, I will watch them more." Old Neil said with a smile. This time he was not in a hurry to leave.

"By the way, one more thing. The personnel from Backlund Parish will escort Sealed Artifact 2-049 over tomorrow, and they will assist in the task of tracking down the notebook. I will take Klein with me then, but I have to trouble you.

Drag Esther in the armory and find her something to do."

Old Neil looked regretful: "Is it necessary to get rid of her like this? According to Esther's ability to suppress sealed objects, it should be just right to let her carry 2-049?"

Dunn looked hesitant, but quickly regained his firm eyes: "It has to be like this. After Esther showed such abnormal behavior, we can no longer let her participate in dangerous missions. If Esther loses control during the mission

, that for others..."

Dunn didn't say all the rest of what he said, but Old Neil understood what he meant - others would only be in disaster.

"I know, I will find some less important literature for her to study. She has always been like this. When she is focused, it is easy to ignore the outside world."

Dunn clicked on the table: "They will arrive around noon. Then I will ask Esther to send a dragon language document that needs to be translated. You only need to use this to delay Esther for about half an hour. It will be enough for us.

After leaving, he will take a carriage to track down the missing Lil Bieber."

"In other words, you don't know where you will go then, and Esther is even less likely to follow."

"This is the overall arrangement. According to the plan, 2-049 will lead us to find the descendant of the Antigonus family."

"This process may be very dangerous. People from the Secret Order have been eyeing Klein before. We don't rule out that they may also use similar methods to track the past...Does Esther's participation really not be needed?"

Dunn has made up his mind: "I will take Leonard with me. The people coming from Backlund Parish are all colleagues of Sequence 7 and Sequence 8. If it weren't for the fact that Klein may have a special feeling for that notebook, I would have

I didn’t want to risk taking him with me.”

Old Neil sighed: "Well, he can fill the vacancy you need for support personnel. Even if Klein has a rough grasp of the basic knowledge, he is far inferior to you in frontal combat."

Dunn nodded solemnly: "There are always things that have to be done, and we can only be extremely careful. Apart from that, there should be nothing else."

Old Neil waved his hand and walked out of Dunn's office with a hunched back. His back looked full of sadness.

Dunn stared at the unfinished telegram in front of him, sucking on his pipe vigorously, letting a hint of tobacco smell roll into his nose.

He touched the braided rope in his arms that was used as a key chain, and silently said "Sorry" to Esther in his heart.

——

"Because of the poor condition of the 'special being', Dunn Smith, as the captain of the Tingen Nighthawks, gave up letting him follow him and did not allow him to participate in this extremely dangerous mission. However, this move to seek stability just put them in a situation where

The worst situation has arisen, and as a mission member of Sequence Nine, Klein Moretti is naturally the victim who bears the greatest risk."

The man holding the quill sneered.

*"My body is a cage" by Sara Lov.

* "My body is a cage" original song: "My body is a cage" by Sara Lov.

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