Author: Lin Zixie

early morning.

Vinia outside Tingen.

A woman in a long off-white dress had just walked off the passenger ship in the Tassok River and took a bus to the steam train station. Her black and soft hair was pressed under the round-edged maiden hat, and the fine black veil blocked her

Most of her face showed only the smooth and round chin and the sweet corners of her lips that made people imagine, making passers-by unable to help but guess the beauty under the veil.

Accompanied by the sharp and long whistle, the steam train was docked on the platform with hazy smoke. After waiting for the passengers to board, it headed to Beckland with various expectations.

The lady sat by the window and placed her gauze hat on the table, revealing her long and gentle eyes. Her sweet appearance was easily remembered.

She took out a ball of handkerchief wrapped in things from her handbag. After she opened it, there were a few slices of fresh orange peels that looked like they had just peeled off yesterday. The beautiful lady pinched a little orange peel and put it in her mouth.

As I chewed, my anxiety gradually subsided.

She had forgotten where this handkerchief and these orange peels came from. The handkerchief seemed to have been stained with her blood and was cleaned. The orange peel never showed signs of rotting, but instead had the spirit that could soothe her and improve her.

Her special abilities of spiritual intuition.

She had divined these two things, they were completely harmless, but when she divined the origin, she only showed her own appearance, so she kept them. And now, the spiritual intuition stimulated by orange peel has told her the future

Safe, on the way to Beckland, you won't be caught as long as you are careful enough.

The beautiful lady tied her handkerchief again, took the orange peel back into her arms, and looked out the window with a smile.

But what she didn't know was that this scene was already in the foggy hall last night, and was taken into view through dream divination. However, fate's secret blessing for her made her invisibly avoid the fate of being arrested.

, head to the next site that is even more unpredictable.

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noon.

Black Thorn Security Company.

It was meal time. Esther sat at the front desk, listening to Luo Shan telling the opera she went to see the day before yesterday. It was a love script. In Luo Shan's words, it was "living and dying, and it is melodious."

Esther silently fantasized in his heart that this was probably a bloody tragedy.

Klein pushed the door and walked in, took away his lunch box and tableware with Old Neil: "You guys talk first, I'll help Mr. Neil get lunch."

Esther reminded him: "Mr. Neil's stew soup is still hot, be careful not to sprinkle it."

Klein suddenly remembered: "I have to go to the trading market this afternoon. Are you going to come?"

"Of course, but I really have no money, so I can only see it." Esther said with a bitter face.

"Extraordinary materials are really expensive." Klein sighed with emotion, "I'm going to start practicing making talismans. Do you have any needs?"

"No, I have never used spiritual props, you should save some materials."

Klein looked at the old pocket watch that was passed down and estimated the time it would take to train in the afternoon: "Then let's make an appointment? Is it OK to meet in front of the Dragon Bar at 6 o'clock?"

"That's fine, I'll wait for you in the bar then."

Roshan glanced at Esther in disapproval: "That's a bar, I think you're still outside..."

Esther immediately protested: "I'm not that young! I just look younger! And that's the territory of the sanctioners, there will be no real trouble if you don't open your eyes."

"In fact, I think an ordinary drunk man can't beat Esther." Klein said with a pertinent rating, "Mr. Gowen also mentioned you to me."

Roshan picked up a piece of bread, tore it in half, and dipped it in the mushroom cream soup: "Okay OK, I don't know about this either, it's enough to be safe anyway."

At around five o'clock, Esther greeted Dunn and left the Black Thorn Security Company. She arrived at the Dragon Bar in advance, walked into the door carelessly, and sat at the edge of the bar.

Under the strange look of the bar customers, Essy had a potato latte and fish strips, and ordered a glass of apple juice.

The bartender looked disgusted, but he didn't say too presumptuous: "Little girl, this is a bar, not a cafe."

"So do you sell it?" Esther pushed out two Suler's banknotes. Seeing that the bartender just stared at him with dissatisfaction, Esther took out another copper penny.

The little coin was spinning back and forth between her flexible fingers, dancing like a full of vitality. Esther bounced it into the air and suddenly buckled it onto the table. When he opened his palm, the penny was already

It's gone.

The bartender heard a "ding" sound, and he looked down at the glass that was wiping in his hand. The coins were continuing to spin along the wall of the cup, and it stopped for several seconds.

This is a technique Esther practiced using skillful strength. It relies on flexible control of both hands and has no practical purpose. After all, the coins are not as sharp as the blade. If Esther uses some strength, he should pay the cup at this time.

.

But the bartender instantly knew her identity. Compared to a magician who played the "coin trick", this young man was obviously an extraordinary person who came to participate in the underground trading market.

"Please, sir, it's all business after all. I'm just waiting for someone to eat here." Esther pushed the two Sule's banknotes again, "All the extras are tipped."

"We don't have potato grids, only fries." The bartender did not refuse anymore. After putting away Suller and the penny, he took the glass in his hand and poured Esther's apple juice directly.

Esther didn't wait long, and the fries and fried fish she asked for were also delivered.

Since the bartender said nothing and took care of the "business", the frequent eyes of other customers were taken back. Several people who wanted to watch the fun made a fuss muttering disappointed, but at this time there were a lot of people in the bar.

The "boxing" and "dog catching rats" in the bar are preheating, and the exciting game is of course more attractive to their enthusiasm, so few people continue to pay attention to Esther.

Five minutes later, when Klein walked into the Dragon Bar, he saw Esther, who was incompatible with the place.

She was still wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, just like she usually went to Black Thorn Security Company, but today she had a rough leather jacket outside. If she wasn't feminine with a temperament, she looked like she was from her back.

Esther is more like a boy who sneaked out of the house. He is even thinner and is much shorter than most customers in the bar.

Esther looked really happy when he was eating the fried fish strips.

Klein thought this way, walked over and greeted her. After a few simple conversations, Esther distributed the remaining food to him, making up for the physical strength that Klein consumed violently in the afternoon training, and let him

The hungry stomach won't scream.

No wonder my fellow villagers like it, it tastes pretty good.

Esther took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and whispered to Klein: [I still want to eat McLaugh more. There is no ketchup here!]

Klein coughed violently, finally swallowed the fish in his mouth, and nodded funnyly: [That's it, it's a pity.]

Not to mention Esther, he misses junk food very much. Although it tastes unhealthy, it can't stand its fragrance!

The two quickly walked through the billiard room and entered the trading market. What puzzled them was that Admisol was not here.

"Old Neil said that it was all up to Svein, the owner of the Dragon Bar, to take in and give him a bite, so that Admisol could survive." Klein said as Esther looked around.

"So it's strange that he's not here now." Esther frowned.

Klein's vigilance as a night watcher prompted him to learn more about the situation, so he looked at the strong man guarding the door and asked, "Where is Admisol?"

The strong man had a stern face and had no expression when answering the question: "I don't know where to sleep in. He has been like this recently, lying down and shaking, and keeps shouting. He's dead and dead, all of them are corpses,

They all die'."

Klein wanted to ask clearly, but Esther pulled his sleeve. The two walked to the wall where no one noticed. Esther then said, "You go buy things first, I'll go see him.

Where is it?"

"Are you not safe alone? Listen to the guard's description, Admisol's current situation is probably very bad."

"So I have to go and see it, I'm afraid that taking you will stimulate him."

Esther's words were reasonable and Crane could not refute, so she sighed: "Oh, then you must be careful. If he gets crazy, ask for help."

"I don't think he can beat me."

"Yes, but you can't come in the future if you get into trouble. Be careful."

Essite nodded: "I know, I won't do anything randomly. I will come back here and wait for you."

Klein didn't say anything else. He also had to go to the trading office of rare materials to check what the "Joker" potion recipe needed. It was indeed inconvenient to bring Esther by his side all the time, otherwise Klein would not be able to explain himself.

Where does the formula come from?

Everyone has their own secrets, and the fellow villager's words are really accurate. Klein thought, and walked through the strange vendors to check the prices of the extraordinary materials he needed.

Esther looked at Klein's back and quickly looked away: "It's true again, they seem to have given me extremely much trust... Klein was obviously doubting something before."

Something was squirming in her pocket on her chest twice. The little bug poked out her head and heard a sound that only Esther could feel: "So I told you that your relationships are all 'false'

, It's not for you."

Esther let out a nasal voice: "Hmph, according to your words, there is no place for me to live in this world."

The little bug spoke with a smile: "That's right, you are like a borer above fate, constantly twisting the people around you from the holes you drilled out."

"Don't compare yourself to me, I'm not a bug!" Esther had the urge to swear, which sounded too damaging.

"You may not like it, but you cannot deny that what I am saying is the truth. Since you have taken the initiative to tie your life to a group of weak humans, the only fate of death is welcomed by you."

Esther gritted his teeth and replied, "I will not accept such a fate. No one will die for the Tingen nightclub!"

"Hahaha...humans are much more fragile than you think, not to mention that they are just a group of extraordinary people with low sequences?"

"You seem to know something." Esther's face gradually became gloomy.

The little bug laughed twice again: "Guess? But I won't tell you whether you guessed it right or wrong."

Esther looked around the crowds in the market, and the passers-by were dressed in different ways. They walked or stopped in the passage between vendors, and on the surface they seemed calm.

"I'll go find Admisol."

The little bug rolled over in Esther's pocket and curled up again, leaving the last sentence of the exchange between the two: "Look, haven't you also sensed something?"

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