Thursday, July 12.

Shortly before noon, the four-person train arrived in Tingen.

As before, they waited for everyone to leave, and they didn't leave until the station was empty.

This can minimize the need to avoid innocent ordinary people being involved.

Outside the station was a carriage that had been waiting for a while, and next to the carriage was a gray-eyed man in a black trench coat.

This made Ember subconsciously glance at El-

He also wears a gray trench coat.

Except for the different colors, the two men are dressed almost identically.

"Al."

The gray-eyed man couldn't help but smile when he saw Al Hassan.

"Whew."

Al Hasson smiled as well, pointing to the gray-eyed man and introducing, "Dunn Smith, an old fellow like me. ”

"This is my teammate, Lorota, I remember you should have seen... Right? This is Bor... Ji ......"

Seeing that his movements were slowing down, Ember pushed him again.

"I'm sorry."

Al Hasson sighed, took the box from Lorota's hand, and continued, "Where did you just go?" Borgia, and embers. ”

"Let's get in the car first."

Dunn bowed slightly to the others, and then spoke.

El Hasen nodded, didn't talk nonsense, and immediately boarded the carriage with a few people.

As he put the box on the ground and was about to go to the drive, he saw Dunn's movements become extremely slow.

"Looks like you should drive me."

Al Hasson nudged Dunn and said with a smile.

Dunn looked at him, didn't say anything, got out of the carriage and drove the carriage to the night watchman's headquarters in Tingen.

In less than ten minutes, the carriage had already arrived at the destination of the trip.

Church of St. Selena.

"Tingen, St. Selena's Church......"

Ember frowned slightly, his memory fragments reminding him that these two places seemed important.

Could it be that Tingen is a high-risk area?

"Are you affected?"

Al Hasson was in a daze when he saw Ember, and thought he was affected by '2-049'.

His expression changed slightly, and he immediately pushed Ember and asked in a deep voice.

"Nope."

Ember shook his head and explained, "Just thinking about things. ”

"That's good."

Al Hasson breathed a sigh of relief.

It hasn't tried to influence Ember since it tried to influence Ember at '2-049' in Beckland, and it hasn't tried to influence Ember all the way.

This led Al Hasson to use embers as a last resort.

And if Ember was really affected just now, then his insurance would not work.

The group quickly walked through the halls of the Church of St. Selena.

Perhaps because it was noon, there weren't many people in the church.

This made the group feel much more relaxed, escorting '2-049' all the way through the hall of St. Selena's Church and dodging through a secret door.

Then, follow the dark narrow corridor to a stone staircase.

"You go straight to Chanis Gate."

Descending the stairs to an intersection, Dunn spoke, "I'll call my teammates." ”

"Okay."

Al nodded, and the two of them walked in different directions at the intersection.

And even without Dunn's guidance, Al can still clearly find which direction Chanisgate is-

Because no matter which city you are in, the layout of the underground is actually similar.

This makes it easy for night watchers in other areas to seek help from local night watchmen when they are in trouble.

Soon, Al Hasson and the others arrived at Chanis's door.

But instead of trying to enter, they walked into a small room next to them.

It seemed to be the guard room guarding Chanis Gate from the outside.

And in the duty room, there were already people waiting for them.

It was a young night watchman in a white shirt and tight trousers, with a touch of poet's romanticism.

He stood up and bowed slightly to the group.

"Leonard Mitchell, the Midnight Poet of Sequence 8."

"How to play?"

Seeing the poet's temperament in each other, the three of Al Hasen had the same idea almost at the same time.

Before they knew how to play it, they might have thought it was a Form 2 teenager.

But now they don't think so—

The other party is obviously playing the Midnight Poet.

"Let's sit down for a while."

Al Hasson nodded at Leonard, then placed the box on the ground and asked, "We might go straight to the mission later, Ember, do you need a break?" ”

Both he and Borgia are sleepless pathways and basically don't need to rest.

And Lorota is a way to collect corpses, and it also doesn't need too long to rest.

So there are only embers to pay attention to.

"No, you don't."

Ember shook his head slightly.

Although for some reason, he can still sleep peacefully without a campfire.

But that doesn't mean he needs a long break.

"That's good."

Al Hasson nodded, and didn't ask again.

But he was actually a little curious in his heart.

Ember never revealed his sequence to them, and because Ember told them to play the law, they didn't dwell too much on it, thinking that Ember had something unspeakable.

But not asking doesn't mean they won't be curious, they actually have some secret guesses in their hearts.

"Who is he?"

Leonard, who was doing an embarrassing arm bending movement, looked at Ember with a little scrutiny and surprise.

Because everyone present was more or less aware of the nature of '2-049', the arm flexion movement was to avoid being controlled.

Ember was the only one who didn't.

And Al Hasson and they clearly have no intention of correcting Ember.

Why is that?

Could it be that the other party is a high-sequencer?

"Old man!"

Leonard's eyes twitched slightly, and he whispered in his heart.

"Don't ask, he's not a high-sequencer, he's not even an extraordinary."

An old voice rang out from within Leonard, causing the young 'poet's eyes to widen.

Not extraordinary?

Isn't it extraordinary that you dare to be so arrogant? Al Hasson: Do they all care?

It wasn't long before Dunn Smith returned to the guard room.

Only this time, he also brought a young man with black hair and brown eyes and an obvious bookish air.

The young man's eyes were a little curious, obviously looking at everyone in the room.

Eventually, his gaze fell on Ember, as if he felt that his outfit was somewhat familiar.

"Klein Moretti, there is a wonderful connection with the notes of the Antigonus family."

Dunn pointed to the young man for a cursory introduction, and then pointed to Ember and the others, "These ladies and gentlemen are counterparts of the Diocese of Beckland, escorting the seal '2-049' over. This is Lady Lorota, the gravedigger of Sequence 8 and a sharpshooter. ”

"Al Hasson, an old fellow like me."

"These two Borgias, Ember."

"Ember?"

Klein's pupils shrank, and then he quickly lowered his head suddenly, not letting people see his changing eyes.

He had heard of the name, in a previous life!