By the time Lyndon walked out of the clinic, the sky had already lit up with a hazy white belly.

The early morning in the city of Lovet is often the most beautiful,

Because

This means that the residents have survived another night.

Linden stood outside the clinic door, stretching comfortably.

In this world, his routine has long been reversed, and the day is basically his rest time.

All this,

It's all due to the late-night crisis.

But on the bright side, maybe after tonight, everything can be resolved.

Lyndon hopes that the Night's Watch will be of substantial help to him.

As long as the price paid is not very serious, it is easy to say anything.

Thinking of this, he tapped his head with the handle of the umbrella to clear his mind.

It's still far from being able to relax,

After all—

"The premise is that you have to live to the end."

He silently repeated the sentence again.

Antar's last warning still rings in Linden's mind vividly.

Linden stretched out his hand to the rickshaw driver who was living on the side of the street.

As soon as the night was over, the coachman came out early to work.

The livelihood of ordinary residents in Loft City is no easier than in another world.

"Sir, where are you going so early? I'm just getting ready to get out of the car! ”

When the driver saw Lynden sitting firmly in the saddle, he asked as he wiped his face with the towel hanging around his neck.

"Old Wharf on East Street."

After these words came out of Linden's mouth, the coachman's movements froze.

His rough hands rubbed together and asked with a sneer:

"Sir, are you from out of town?"

"Why do you say that?"

Hearing the familiar question again, Lyndon raised his brow in interest and leaned back in his chair to ask rhetorically.

"The old dock has been abandoned for a long time...... Over there, it's not very suitable for people!

Even children among the locals know about it. ”

"Tell me why."

"That was a big deal! A few years ago, there were dozens of dockers at once!

Later, it was found out that it was because they had collectively violated the "Vigil Regulations" and were still working at the port in the middle of the night...... There's a big vacant lot without a house, and if you stay outside for so long, isn't that looking for death?

After the accident, the night watchmen closed the old dock and guarded it, and the residents of Loft were not allowed to trespass.

Oh yes, sir, you can't be breaking the rules if you come out so early, right? ”

No wonder the man who called himself Antar told himself that the prerequisite for contact with the Night's Watch was to make it to the port alive.

It turned out to be a murderous place!

What kind of new test is this?

Combined with what happened to her Jana, it was hard for Lyndon not to wonder what the Night's Watch was for.

"Okay, I got it."

Lyndon nodded,

"Let's go!"

"Huh?" The coachman jerked his head up and stared at him in disbelief.

"Any questions?"

"There's ...... there"

"I know."

Lyndon gestured to him to be quiet,

"Why do you think I'm still on the street at this time?"

"Huh? Aren't you a stranger? ”

"Why do you think I know there's something wrong with the old docks, but I still have to go there?"

"This ......"

Lyndon frowned, propped his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and said solemnly in an almost commanding tone:

"Tell me your answer."

The coachman's face was a little vicissitudes of life, and after a while, he suddenly showed a look of sudden realization:

"Oh! So you're ......"

"Let's go, then!"

Lyndon leaned back in his seat, his arms folded around his chest, and as if he didn't want to answer, he began to close his eyes.

"Yes sir, I'll go."

The driver did not delve into the unreasonableness and lifted the front bar of the car.

That's not a lie, is it?

After all

I didn't admit it either.

Lyndon was comfortable using the identity of the impostor of the Night's Watch, and even if the Night's Watch Organization wanted to track it down in the future, it would have to wait until after tonight.

As Antar said, it is still a big question whether he can survive the old pier on East Street.

A cold gust of wind blew across his face, and Lyndon subconsciously shrunk his neck into his trench coat.

There was no sleep all day, and his body was telling him:

"You're tired, you should want to rest!"

But the brain is saying:

"No, you don't want to."

For Lyndon, not sleeping during the day is enough to call it "all-nighter".

Resting against the saddle is a valuable save point in a busy schedule.

In order to cope with what could happen at night, he had to seize everything possible to relieve fatigue.

Taking a break from the dangerous daily routine, it seems that the experience is not bad?

It feels a bit like the joy of going to work and fishing before crossing over.

Many thoughts raced through his mind, including some plans for tonight.

It wasn't until Linden smelled a distinctly salty sea breeze that he opened his eyes just in time.

The streets are quite empty, and there are no residents in sight.

Not far away, you can vaguely see the old pier, which is made up of dilapidated buildings.

Lyndon asked, "Is it there?" ”

"Yes sir, two kilometers further on the old dock."

The coachman stopped the rickshaw and turned to look at him.

"I can only send you here, sir, you need to come down and walk to the old dock by yourself."

"Your car is still occupied, I have it today, you can leave before sunset!"

"But ......"

"I'll pay you a day's salary in advance."

Lyndon pulled out a wallet from the pocket of his trench coat, pulled out two silver coins, and handed them to the coachman.

Without hesitation, the coachman took the silver coin:

"No problem, dear sir."

If there is anything most precious left by the original owner of the body......

Lyndon would not hesitate to answer, it was his wealth.

As an outsider, the original owner was able to easily rent a house that was not too small, and left a considerable amount of money to spare.

It can be said that

The reason why Lyndon was able to adapt quickly to life in Loft City was closely related to his level of wealth.

Two silver coins can probably support the coachman and his family to live for half a month.

"Remember to call me before sunset."

……

After a full day's rest, Lyndon felt like he was almost regained.

If you don't have enough energy, you can't use the Black Dream Space,

That's why he rests on the rickshaw.

Right now, against the spirits, the Black Dream Space is their only counterbalance.

The longer the Black Dream Space can be maintained, the more confidence it will have.

You can't count on the Jana in the bag, right?

This little girl,

I'm still an unstable factor.

Carrying a bag in one hand and a kerosene lamp from the coachman in the other, Lyndon stood in front of the gate of the red warehouse in Antar's mouth.

The red paint could not hide the rust of the iron sheet, and as the driver said, the old wharf on East Street had been left unattended for a while.

Discarded industrial materials are scattered all over the docks, mixed with clumps of wild grass, showing the desolation of the land.

The Old Docks, like the rest of Loft, are unlit at night.

In the boundless darkness, only the kerosene lamp in his hand was shining.

and

Not far away, at the top of a tower, searchlights are still projecting into the ocean.

Although it is not known who is still maintaining the tower, what significance this searchlight has for the abandoned docks.

He adjusted his mind, put the kerosene lamp on the ground for the time being, and held his breath to push open the warehouse door.

Suddenly

The damp, musty smell mixed with the salty smell of the sea crept into his nostrils.