Grandin rested his forehead with his hand and closed his eyes for a while, but the headache did not improve in the slightest. Across from him, Wiggins had already finished his bread.

"Are you alright, sir?"

"Some small problems, probably because I am hungry, and I am a little angry when I eat too quickly." Grandin rubbed his temples with his thumb, endured the headache, and settled the bill.

Isn't it time to cover your stomach?

The boy wondered, but asked another question.

"Sir, where shall I go to you tomorrow when this is done?"

Only then did Grandin realize that he had not yet found a place to stay.

It's really inconvenient in the days when there were no telephones.

Thinking so, he pulled out the note that Lady Arianna had given him.

"Today I will find a hotel for one night, tomorrow I need to take care of some things, about half a day. You can go at noon...... Well, the 'Beckland Sewerage Company' and I converge. ”

He flipped through the note several times before he settled on the address.

Where are the night watchmen stationed at the sewage treatment plant? Is it because it is convenient to check the water meter?

"Yes sir, see you tomorrow!"

Wiggins jotted down the address, then waved his hand and ran away. He had to hurry up and deliver a message to his husband and then go home to share the food with his family.

……

Grandin dragged his tired body and found a nearby hotel to check in. As soon as he entered his room, he threw himself straight on the bed.

When the headache was no longer so unbearable, he began to organize his personal belongings. Some time ago, because of the constant pollution, some things were not done meticulously.

For example, the revolver hidden in the pouch of the gun at his waist, he had not had time to polish the number on the gun. Although the gun was bought on the black market, it was only after the number was erased that he could guarantee that others would not come to him because of a gun.

and the lie he told on the train, so he had to find a psychiatrist to leave some medical records and improve his personality.

Thinking of this, he had another headache. But in the end, I took out my pen and wrote this in my notebook.

A lot of content has been written in the book, and there are also memos of the customs and customs he saw along the way. It was all in Chinese, and he believed that even if Russell was reborn, he would not want to understand it.

He added a few more strokes to it, one of which said, 'Visit the Goddess, Solve the Pollution.' He circled it and ticked it. And then there is the follow-up recipe for reporting, buying a house, and finding a potion.

After he took care of his personal hygiene, it was already getting dark outside the window. He simply turned on the gaslamp and began to teach himself the Gufsak language, and he tried to squeeze the last of his energy out of his studies.

By the time he finished studying, the pocket watch on the table had reached 11 o'clock.

"Heh, even if there is a shootout, don't try to wake me up."

With a hint of rebellion against fate, Grandin, who tossed himself to exhaustion, soon collapsed on the bed and fell into a good sleep, he was too tired.

In the dead of night, when the wall clock on the wall reached 12 o'clock, he woke up.

The "Numerology Tree" brings new news, Wiggins' wish to 'have a good day', and it has come true!

His consciousness automatically sank into the numerology space. Because he chose the realization of the future, the bright red fruit that represented the harvest was completely transformed from virtual to real, and now it is hanging on the branches.

The moment he saw the fruit, the effect of the fruit was clearly imprinted in his mind.

This is the compensatory fruit that the "Akashya Catalogue" needs to rewrite fate, it represents the beautiful side of uncertain fate, and it is the crystallization of good luck.

It can also be used directly, which allows people to increase their luck for a period of time. Increases his luck just as hard as he changes his fate.

This fruit of Wiggins's one-day fate can probably make him have a good mood for a day, maybe he can pick up a wallet when he goes out, but it is impossible to pick up the follow-up potion recipe with this.

As for whether there are restrictions on the use of the fruit, and whether it can be used by others, he still does not know.

His idea was to incorporate this ability into bullets or make spells, so that its power could burst out in an instant, so that it could be easier to use against enemies or enemies.

As for how to bring it out, he immediately thought of a way to sacrifice himself and respond to himself, after all, the examples were ready-made, and his person was sufficient.

But it's too late, and I need to get enough sleep to be in good spirits by the time I report tomorrow. Anyway, there is no hurry, and this attempt will be put on hold for the time being.

Grandin carefully thought everything through, then ignored the black ash in the sky and withdrew from the numerology space. He yawned, calming his churning thoughts, and finally fell asleep on the fluffy bed.

At 1 a.m., he woke up again.

This time he was awakened by his own spirituality, which reminded him that the soul and the body had been completely merged. The legacy of the original body, the military law texts that he had studied in the military academy, the Hermetian language, the combat shooting, etc., he had thoroughly mastered them.

"Oh, as expected, as I integrate into the world, it's only a matter of time. But why tonight? ”

He only paid a little attention to it, and then buried his head in the pillow again, waking up twice in a row that had begun to make his temples ache again.

His mind fluttered, and the whole person once again entered a half-asleep and half-awake state.

"Dangdang!"

"Open the door! Security check! ”

"I'm special!"

Beautiful dreams are punctured like bubbles, and tyrannical emotions come like volcanic eruptions.

Grandin's hand reached for the revolver under the pillow, and his confused brain began to think about whether to open the door or shoot first. After struggling for a long time, he barely opened his eyes. Leaning on the moonlight, he could see the wall clock on the wall, 2 o'clock in the morning.

The hallways of the hotel were already in chaos, with the sound of running barefoot, the sound of rude shouting, and the sound of muffled crying.

He turned on the gas lamp, put on his coat, and opened the door at the increasingly impatient knock.

"Hello, security check."

Two low-level policemen with a 'V' on their epaulettes stood in front of the door holding kerosene lamps. Grandin looked down the hallway, and he saw several men in shorts, shivering as they were cuffed to the handrails of the hallway.

Is this a catch*?

He instantly understood what was happening. Working girls have designated places to work, so it is not legal for hotels to make a living.

It's unfortunate that you can find any hotel that can happen to you.

"Sir, you haven't done anything illegal, have you?"

The two policemen stared at Grandin's pale face, their suspicious gaze directly over him, and into the room, as if there were still one or more people hiding inside.

Grandin laughed angrily.

"Of course not, gentlemen, I am a decent person."

Grandin, who aspired to be a gentleman, immediately retorted.

The policeman, who did not see any problems, regretfully took his leave and left. They turned around and began to wreak havoc on the door next to Grandin.

It took half an hour for the inn to be quiet again.

But Grandin still couldn't survive, and he experienced a bed collapse, a burst bathroom pipe, and a gas leak, which caused him to change rooms three more times.

When the front desk of the hotel was registering for repairs, he shook his head and said bluntly that he had never met such an unlucky guest as him.

By the time he sat back at his desk, he had no sleep. He was afraid that if he fell asleep again, the house would collapse.

This is the predetermined fate, [Sleepless Tonight]?

Whether it is reasonable or not, as long as it is chosen, it will eventually be realized?

He spent the rest of the night staring at the inferior tea leaves in the round-bellied glass.