Early morning.

Vigna outside Tingen.

A lady in a long off-white dress had just stepped off a passenger boat on the Tasok River and boarded a public carriage to the steam train station, her jet-black supple hair pressed under a round-brimmed female hat, and the fine black gauze blocked most of her face, revealing only a smooth and round chin and the sweet corners of her lips that made people wonder about the beauty under the veil.

With a high-pitched, long whistle, the steam train was draped in hazy smoke and docked on the platform, and after waiting for the passengers to board, it made its way to Beckland with all kinds of expectations.

The lady sat by the window, and placed her gauze hat on the table, revealing her long, gentle eyes, and her sweet face was easy to remember.

She took out a handkerchief with something wrapped in something from her handbag, and when she opened it, there were several slices of orange peel that looked as fresh as they had just been peeled yesterday. The pretty lady pinched a little orange peel and put it in her mouth, chewing it slowly, and her anxiety gradually subsided.

She had forgotten where the handkerchief and the orange peel had come from, which seemed to have been stained with her blood and cleaned, and that the orange peel had never shown any signs of decay, but had a special ability to soothe her spirit and enhance her spiritual intuition.

She had sucinated these two things, they were completely harmless, and when she divined their origins, they only showed her own appearance, so she kept them. And now, her spiritual instincts, stimulated by the orange peel, had told her that she had a safe future, and that she would not be caught if she was careful enough on the way to Bakeland.

The pretty lady re-tied her handkerchief, 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 had been in the hall of the vast gray fog as early as last night, and it had been seen by people through dream divination. However, fate secretly blessed her, so that she invisibly avoided the fate of being captured and went to the next site that was even more unpredictable.

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Noon.

Black Thorn Security.

It was meal time, and Esther was sitting at the front desk, slicing veal steak while listening to Roseanne tell about the opera she had seen the day before yesterday, a love script, which in Roseanne's words was "life and death, singing and crying".

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

Klein pushed the door open and walked in, taking his and Old Neil's lunch boxes and cutlery: "You talk first, I'll help Mr. Neil get lunch." ”

Esther reminded him, "Mr. Neil's stew is still hot, be careful not to spill it." ”

Klein suddenly remembered: "I still have to go to the trading market this afternoon, do you want to come?" ”

"Of course, but I really don't have any money, so I can probably only look at it." Esther said with a bitter face.

"Extraordinary materials are so expensive." Klein sighed, "I'm going to start practicing making spells, do you have any needs?" ”

"No, I've never used spiritual props, so you might as well save some materials."

Klein glanced at the old family heirloom pocket watch and estimated the approximate time it would take to train in the afternoon: "Then let's make an appointment?" Meet at six o'clock in front of the Dragon Bar, is it okay? ”

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the bar then."

Roshan glanced at Esther disapprovingly: "That's the bar, I think you're still outside......"

Esther immediately protested: "I'm not that young! I'm just looking a little younger! And that's the territory of the punishers, and there won't be any real trouble that won't open your eyes. ”

"Actually, I don't think the average drunk can beat Esther." Klein approvingly commented, "Mr. Gawain has mentioned you to me. ”

Roseanne picked up a piece of bun, tore it in half, and dipped it in the mushroom cream soup: "Okay, okay, I don't know any of that, as long as it's safe anyway." ”

At five o'clock, Esther said hello to Dunn and left Blackthorn Security. She arrived at the Dragon's Bar early, walked in the door with a big grin, and sat down at the very edge of the bar. Under the strange gaze of the bar patrons, Ace ordered a potato grid and fish sticks, and asked for a glass of apple juice.

The bartender looked disgusted, but he was not too presumptuous: "Little girl, this is a bar, not a café." ”

"So you sell?" Esther unveiled two sulter notes, and seeing that the bartender was just glaring at her dissatisfied, Esther took out another copper penny.

The tiny coin swirled back and forth between her nimble fingers, dancing as if full of life, and Esther flicked it into the air, slammed it onto the table, and when she opened her palm, the penny was gone.

The bartender heard a "ding" and looked down at the glass he was wiping, where the coin continued to swirl along the wall of the glass before stopping.

This is a technique that Esther has practiced with skill, relying on the flexible control of her hands, and there is no practical use, after all, the coin is not as sharp as the blade. If Esther had tried a little harder, it would have been time to lose money for the cup.

But the bartender instantly learned her identity, and the young man was clearly one of those extraordinary people who came to participate in the underground market compared to a magician who played a "coin trick".

"Please, sir, it's all business, after all. I'm just waiting here for someone to stop by for a bite to eat. Esther pushed the two Souler bills again, "Tip the excess." ”

"We don't have a fries, we just fries." The bartender did not refuse, and after putting away Souler and pennies, he poured apple juice directly into Esther's glass.

Esther didn't have to wait long, and the chips and fish she asked for were delivered.

Since the bartender didn't say anything and took care of the "business", the frequent glances of the other guests were taken back, and a few people who wanted to see the excitement muttered disappointedly, but at this time there were a lot of people in the bar, and the "boxing" and "dog and mouse" in the bar were warming up, and the exciting game was of course more enthusiastic to them, so not many people continued to pay attention to Esther.

Five minutes after six o'clock, when Crane walked into the Dragon Bar, he saw Esther, who was out of place here.

She was still wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, just like she usually did at Blackthorn Security, but today she wore an extra crudely made leather jacket outside. If it weren't for the femininity of her face, from the back, Esther would look more like a teenager who sneaked out of the house, her body was even thinner, and she was much shorter than most of the customers in the bar.

Esther looked really happy as she ate the fish sticks.

Thinking so, Crane walked over to greet her, and after a brief conversation, Esther gave him the rest of the food, making up for Crane's vigorous exertion in the afternoon training, and keeping his hungry stomach from screaming.

No wonder the fellows like it, the taste is not bad.

Esther took out her handkerchief and wiped her mouth, and whispered to Klein, "I still prefer to eat McLaw.] There's no ketchup here! ]

Crane coughed violently, finally swallowed the fish in his mouth, and nodded amusedly: [It's just a pity.] ]

Not to mention Esther, he misses junk food so much, although it tastes unhealthy, but it can't stand the fragrance!

The two quickly walked through the billiard room and into the trading market, where they wondered if Ademisor wasn't there.

"Old Neil said that it was only thanks to Svein, the owner of the Dragon Bar, that Ademisor could survive." Klein said this as Esther looked around.

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

Crane's vigilance as a night watchman prompted him to want to know more about the situation, so he looked at the strong man guarding the door and asked, "What about Ademisor?" ”

The strong man had a straight face, and when he answered the question, he was expressionless: "I don't know which corner to hide in to sleep, he has always been like this recently, he has been lying down and shivering, and he has been shouting something 'dead and dead, all corpses, all dead'." ”

Klein wanted to ask more clearly, but Esther tugged at his sleeve, and the two walked to the wall next to him, where no one was paying attention, and Esther said, "You go shopping first, I'll go see where he is." ”

"You're not safe alone, are you? According to the guards' descriptions, Ademisore is probably in a terrible state right now. ”

"So I'm going to have to check it out, I'm afraid taking you there will irritate him."

Esther's words were reasonable, and Crane couldn't refute them, so he had to sigh: "Alas, then you must be careful." If he goes crazy, he will call for help. ”

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

"Yes, but you won't be able to come in the future if you get into trouble, so be careful."

Esther nodded, "I know, I'm not going to mess around." I'll be here and waiting for you when the time comes. ”

Klein didn't say anything more, he still had to go to the rare materials trading place to check the things needed for the "Joker" potion recipe, it was really inconvenient to keep Esther by his side, otherwise Crane would not be able to explain where his recipe came from.

Everyone has their own secrets, and what the fellow said is really accurate. Crane thought, walking past the odd vendors to find out the prices of the extraordinary materials he was looking for.

Esther looked at Klein's back and quickly looked away again: "Again, they seem to have placed an unusually high level of trust in me...... Obviously, Klein was still suspicious of something. ”

Something squirmed twice in her breast pocket, and the little bug poked its head out, and a voice that only Esther could feel: "So I told you that your current relationships are all 'fake', and this is not for you." ”

Esther let out a nasal voice, "Hmph, according to you, there is no place for me in this world. ”

The little bug spoke with a smile in his voice: "That's right, you are like a moth above fate, constantly distorting the people around you from the holes drilled out. ”

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

"You can dislike it, but you can't deny that I'm telling the truth. Now that you have taken the initiative to bind your life to a group of weak humans, the only thing that awaits you is death. ”

Esther gritted her teeth and replied, "I won't accept that fate. No one will die from the night watchmen in Tingen! ”

"Hahaha...... Humans are so much more fragile than you think, not to mention that they are just a bunch of low-order extraordinaires? ”

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

The little bug chuckled twice: "Guess what? But I'm not going to tell you if you guessed right or wrong. ”

Esther looked around the crowd of people in the market, passers-by dressed in different costumes, walking and stopping on the passage between the vendors, and they appeared to be calm on the surface.

"I'm going to look for Ademisor."

The little bug rolled over in Esther's pocket and curled up again, leaving the last words of the exchange between the two: "Look, don't you sense something?" ”