Chapter three hundred and thirty sixth rainy day visit
Princess Lesia has made sufficient preparations for the joint action on Wednesday. She arranged a special carriage and driver in advance, and gave herself a false identity to facilitate movement.
Now Shade is still an MI6 agent operating secretly in Coldwater Port, while Lecia is an active writer on the dock of Coldwater Port, contributing to the local "Tuna Literary Newspaper". She has a full set of documents there, unless
Someone recognized her face directly, otherwise there would be no chance of finding out her identity.
"Do you often do this? I mean in Tobesk, you also use a false identity?"
Shade asked curiously as he boarded the carriage.
"I often did this before I met Dorothy. After all, my father's discipline was very strict, and no one in the family dared to disobey him. Even an adult princess like me, or a prince with children like my brothers, unless
Give up the title, otherwise you won't have any freedom. But it's much better after getting to know Dorothy. I occasionally ask her to use her body to act, which is really interesting."
It sounds like the current king of Delarion is a very harsh man with his children.
"Does this "Tuna Literary Journal" really exist?"
Shade became interested in her press credentials again.
"certainly."
The princess said, after the carriage started, she asked the maid in the carriage to help pour tea. The carriage looked ordinary from the outside, but all kinds of utensils were available inside. There were fixed small tables, tea sets, incense sticks, and Shade was even there.
A rifle was found in a hidden compartment under the carriage seat.
"This identity is real."
"You bribed the local newspaper?"
"Of course not. "Tuna Literary News" itself is my industry."
Shade immediately showed an expression of enlightenment. Foreigners pride themselves on being well-informed, but they still lack the imagination of rich people.
The destination of this visit is the dilapidated old city on the border between the southern district of Lengshuigang City and the dock area. It was the former urban site of Lengshuigang City before the discovery of the New World. But as the exploration of the New World deepened, the city of Lengshuiport became more and more in-depth.
The center gradually moved to the northern part of the city, which is more suitable for the construction of deep-water docks, resulting in a large area of old urban areas in the southern part of the city being abandoned.
There are still residents there, but most of them are local elderly people who care about the past memories, or poor people who have no money to rent a house in the city.
The carriage carried the two people and took them to the ancient street called Kesem Lane at 11 o'clock in the morning. This street is the dividing line between the coastal dock area and the old city in the south of Coldwater Port. Along the alley
Looking to the east, you can vaguely see the Peace Church with its old classical style spire. The old church has a history of nine hundred years and has been rebuilt many times. It means that the Peace Church is the first of the Five Gods Churches.
A church that took root in Coldwater Harbor.
The rain was still falling, moss was covering the corners of the walls, and there was almost no one on the street. The desertedness of the old alleys was not only due to the rain, but also due to the nearby boarded-up windows, empty and open shop doors, and the state of disrepair.
Judging from the bumpy gravel roads, even on a sunny day, there may not be many pedestrians on the streets of the old city.
It is best not to be too conspicuous when walking around the nearby area, especially the old city east of Kesem Lane. It is not that Shade is discriminating against the lower-class citizens who are nostalgic for the old days, but in this harbor city, living in such a cold and cold place
The residents of the damp old city are mostly gloomy and sullen, and full of hostility to outsiders.
On the way here, Lecia told Shade that the nearby area is one of the areas with the highest concentration of missing immigrants in Coldwater Port.
The ring warlock who claimed to be able to remove the mermaid curse lived in the ancient street in front of him. Shade and Princess Lesia got off the car at the intersection and came to the street holding an umbrella respectively. They carried out the ceremony in the carriage.
With clever makeup, in this era when photography technology is backward and there are no clever recording methods, this kind of covering method is enough.
Coincidentally, when the two got out of the car, another taxi stopped at the corner of the street. Both Shade and the red-haired girl looked curiously and found that the two people who got off were two people wearing glasses and holding notebooks between their legs.
man.
The older one was wearing a white shirt, an old-fashioned brown double-breasted vest, and a black pen in his pocket. He was about fifty years old. The younger one looked five years older than Shade.
He looked six years old, with his hair neatly combed. After getting out of the car, he curiously looked at the street scene around him.
Both of them were holding umbrellas, with the same style of badge hanging on their chests, and the older one was holding a cane. Shade glanced at the princess, who explained to Shade in a low voice:
"That's the badge of the local university in Coldwater Port. I remember it was...the Third Machinery Manufacturing College of Coldwater Port. These two people should be scholars of the school."
The scholars who got off the bus also noticed the two of Sha De, but because they had not interacted with each other, they saw that both of them were dressed decently, so they nodded to say hello through the rain.
But as the four people walked forward along the street, Shade unexpectedly discovered that the other party's route of action seemed to overlap with his own.
"Sorry, are you also here to visit Mr. Jude, the antique collector?"
The young scholar came a little closer and asked in a low voice on the street. Seeing the strange man approaching, Lesia dodged to avoid it, while Shade slowed down and started chatting with him:
"Yes, this lady is a reporter from "Tuna Literary News". I am her assistant and also a bodyguard. Are you..."
Although the social atmosphere of this era is relatively open and it is normal for women to work outside the home, female reporters who work alone usually work with a male assistant when going out. This is also for safety.
Lesia nodded coldly to the young scholar, who was attracted by the beautiful girl's face and explained in a low voice:
"This is my teacher, Professor Katja, and I am Lim Scott. We are here to visit Mr. Jude for the topic at hand."
Professor Katya nodded kindly to the outstanding red-haired girl and Shade.
"Are you scholars?"
Shade asked again.
"Yes, folklorist."
Lesia had no reaction, but Shade blinked. According to the passages from the classic horror novels he had read, when visiting such a remote ancient city and most of the information about the people they were visiting was unknown, a group of four people unexpectedly
The emergence of three professions: journalists, detectives and folklorists is a very ominous sign.
"The teacher and I are doing a project on the old city in the south of Coldwater Port. Mr. Jude, who lives here, has some information that we are very interested in. We came here after being introduced."
The young scholar continued, and Shade also explained that he and the lady beside him came to collect information for the project of renovating the old city in the south.
Since both parties wanted to visit the same person, the four people came together. With the cover of the two folklorists, the visit of Shade and Princess Lesia could appear more natural.
However, when the group of people arrived at the downstairs of the stone building that had experienced hundreds of years, Shade looked at the rainwater sliding down the wall and felt that this trip would not be that simple.
Most of the buildings in the old town south of Coldwater Port are old houses from a hundred years ago. Probably because of local customs, most of the houses are gray stone buildings and have not been painted.
After knocking on the rusty iron door, it took a long time for someone to open the door for them. Behind the door was a middle-aged man with a gloomy look, heavy eye bags, and dark skin. He was wearing a long leather apron.
, there are dots of white marks on the apron, which look like flour:
"Good morning, sir, we reporters from Tuna Literary News. These two are folklorists from the Third Machinery Manufacturing College of Coldwater Port. We are all here to visit Mr. Jude."
Shade and young Mr. Scott handed over the business cards of the reporter and professor respectively, representing the identities of the two teams.
The middle-aged man took the business card, glanced at it with slightly bulging eyes, and then looked at the four people standing at the door holding umbrellas. His face was very ugly, his accent was very strange, and his throat made a purring sound from time to time:
"Good morning, gentlemen and ladies. Please come in first and wait in the foyer. Your husband is reading in the study on the second floor. I will go to inform you. Please don't wander around."
The men let the reporter enter the door first, then wiped their feet clean on the insoles at the door, and placed the dripping umbrellas on the wooden umbrella stand at the door.
Without the owner's permission, the four of them stood temporarily in the foyer. Fortunately, this old building is larger than Chard's No. 6 Saint Teresa Square. It is not an exaggeration to call it a mansion, so it is not.
Seems crowded.
Probably because of today's heavy rain, the moisture inside the stone building is not as high as outside.
For some reason, the lights were not turned on indoors, and the whole house was very gloomy on a rainy morning. Of course, there were no windows in the foyer, and the rainy sunlight projected into the living room caused large swaths of shadows to appear indoors.
Hanging on the wall of the foyer is a cold-toned oil painting depicting the ocean on a rainy day, and even a capsized fishing boat during the storm.
The four guests in the foyer just stood in the darkness, looking at the somewhat terrifying oil painting and listening to the increasingly violent sound of rain outside. The strange atmosphere in the room made them involuntarily imagine Mr. Jude.
What kind of person would he be.
The walls are covered with old yellowing wallpaper, and behind the peeling wallpaper are moldy walls. This house has stood from ancient times to the present, and has witnessed the changes of Coldwater Port in countless days and nights. I want to
Study local folk customs, and the house itself is the greatest value.
If Dorothy is interested in collecting materials, she will definitely find more ideas if she comes to the house to take a look. The weird atmosphere inside the house is also very consistent with the identity of the ring magicians.
Shade was just curious as to whether Mr. Jude, who had not shown up yet, would suffer from rheumatism from living in such a place all year round.