In the evening, the shadows of the carriage and the horses were stretched out very long by the setting sun.
Klein, who had already given instructions to Benson and Melissa, had dined at the Black Thorn Security Company and was now riding in a public carriage with Old Neil towards the dock area.
He was wearing the same cheap formal attire he had on before, for fear that similar occasions might lead to conflicts - if he damaged the tailcoat he had been so careful to keep, it wouldn't just be a matter of Heartache.
When the sunlight took on a burning sensation, the carriage stopped. Old Neil, still in his classic black robe and the same round-brimmed felt hat, walked without caring about others' gazes towards the "Dragon Bar" diagonally opposite.
Even though the bar was a bit far away and the door was firmly closed, Klein could still hear the waves of shouts rising higher and higher inside, seemingly cheering for some "hero".
Just as he was approaching, he suddenly sensed something and turned to look at the warehouse opposite the bar, seeing a burly man in a uniform standing in the hidden part of the roof.
This man was carrying a huge gray-white mechanical box and holding a complex and long rifle in his hand.
And there was a clear pipe connection between the gray-white metal box and the same-colored rifle.
"High-pressure steam rifle?" Klein muttered in astonishment, turning to look at Old Neil and saying, "This bar can get such weapons?"
This was a military product!
Although it used extracted naphtha, the size and weight of the high-pressure steam backpack were still astonishing. Only a true iron-blooded warrior could afford it, and with it as the power source, the bullets had extremely high speed and astonishing destructive power.
Combined with the right aiming, it was almost equivalent to a poor sniper rifle.
"What?" Old Neil narrowed his eyes and looked over, equally puzzled, "Something happened here?"
Something happened? Klein looked around and indeed found several men holding automatic rifles searching for something.
"What's wrong?" Old Neil approached the bar and asked the burly man guarding outside.
The burly man clearly recognized Old Neil, and his face muscles twitched as he bitterly smiled:
"Earlier, the bar was almost destroyed."
"It seems that a wanted guy came to buy materials and was recognized, so it turned out like this... My lord, what exactly did he do, how dangerous was it, and why was he treated like this? Seeing those guns, my legs went weak, Spent the whole night hanging out with the red-haired Sandy!"
He didn't know the identity of the wanted person, nor did he know that the people who came here to buy materials were mixed with extraordinary individuals.
"Wanted guy? Do you know his name?" Old Neil asked with great interest.
"Called, called Tris?" The burly man answered uncertainly.
"Accuser" Tris? Klein nodded in understanding, realizing what was going on.
Tris didn't know that he had been suspected by Joyce. So he swaggered to the underground trading market to buy materials, only to be recognized by the informant of the "Heart of Machinery" or the "Punisher" or "Night Watcher" teams, triggering a fierce conflict.
"Was he caught?" Klein nodded at the silver-plated black cane.
The situation around seemed not yet over...
The burly man shook his head slightly and pointed his chin at the top of the goods warehouse across from the bar:
"He rushed out before those terrifying guys arrived, wow, I've never seen someone run faster than him!"
In fact, you haven't seen the true ability of the "Assassin", otherwise you would be taken to an indescribable place for re-education... Klein muttered to himself.
"Is the trading market still open?" Old Neil turned to ask the key point.
"Just restored." The burly man answered affirmatively.
"Good." Old Neil took a few quick steps, extended his right hand, and pushed open the heavy door.
Klein followed closely, walked in, and was almost overcome by the oppressive heat and the smell of alcohol.
In the center of "The Dragon Bar" stood a boxing ring. Two men, both naked from top to bottom, were engaged in a fierce fight. Around them, several dozen patrons were shouting loudly for their respective supporters, and some of the language was quite vulgar.
Old Neil didn't pay attention to them. He led Klein around the boxing ring and towards a billiards room at the back.
There were two people in the billiards room holding cue sticks and chatting. When they saw Old Neil push the door open, they suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.
After confirming the newcomer, they quietly moved aside, allowing Old Neil and Klein to pass through the secret door behind them.
After passing through several rooms in succession, Klein suddenly saw a place as large as a classroom from a previous life.
There were people setting up stalls on the floor, with bottles and jars piled up everywhere. Some were walking among them, examining, communicating, or comparing prices.
"All the profits will be one-tenth for Swain. Ah, he is the owner of The Dragon Bar and the former leader of the 'Punisher' team. He is older than me and is an old man who hopes to die from alcoholism." Old Neil rattled off a few words.
Klein thought for a moment and sincerely commented:
"It's a rather profitable business."
The cost was just providing the venue and protection.
"If you see something you like but don't have enough money, you can borrow from Swain. Of course, he will charge very high interest..." At this point, Old Neil gritted his teeth a little.
Sure enough, just like a casino, it would provide high-interest loan services... Klein held his walking stick, looking around while curiously asking:
"Mr. Swain is a 'navigator'?"
The leader of the 'Punisher' team should be in position 7 of the sequence.
"No, just an 'Angry People' member. Tinggen doesn't belong to the coastal area. Here, the church of the goddess is stronger than the Storm Lord. " Old Neil snorted. "Actually, Swain had the chance to become a 'navigator', but he was afraid of losing control and chose to give up."
Klein was about to ask if the bar owner had ever had an experience of almost losing control, but suddenly sensed something strange on the left.
It seemed that something was lurking there, whispering something.
Klein turned his head and saw a pale young man, wearing a worn-out linen shirt and blue-gray trousers typical of the working class, with very scattered but crazy eyes, constantly muttering something.
"His inspiration is so high... or distorted?" Klein muttered with a frown.
The very inspiration that triggered his own "inspiration" was from this person's "inspiration"!
Normally, the awareness brought by "inspiration" would definitely have some interaction, and it would be almost impossible to deceive others, but this "other" referred to the "psychic" who had the ability and those with similar specialties, and the extraordinary person like Klein actually found it difficult to distinguish this way. Only when the "inspiration" of the other reached a certain level or was distorted abnormally, could he discover it.
Their eyes met, and the pale-haired, messy-haired young man stepped forward, with a half-dreamy, half-crazy expression.
He stopped in front of Klein, staring at him.
Suddenly, he laughed loudly:
"Haha, the smell of death, the... ah!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed, his eyes tightly closed, and blood-colored liquid flowed out.
"Ah!" "Damn it!" ... This young man covered his eyes and hugged his head, struggling and rolling on the ground. It took him quite a while to calm down and lie there gasping for breath.
During the entire process, not a single customer passing by or the vendors setting up their stalls turned their heads.
Klein held the half-high hat and stared blankly at the old Neil beside him, using his actions to express astonishment and seeking clarification.
"Don't worry about it. His name is Ademisor, an orphan, and he's nicknamed 'Monster'. He has a high natural inspiration and often sees things that shouldn't be seen and hears sounds that shouldn't be heard, so he often talks nonsense and often gets hurt." Old Neil explained with his head shaking.
He could tell that my body had died before? Klein frowned, lowered his voice, and asked in confusion:
"Night watchman, punisher, and mechanical heart, haven't you ever thought of incorporating him into the team?"
"No, we don't have a suitable sequence potion for him." Old Neil sighed.
Yes, this is equivalent to having half of the sequence initiation fixed... Klein curiously asked again:
"Then which sequence path is he suitable for?"
"He's suitable for sequence 9, which is called 'Monster'. His nickname comes from here. Unfortunately, this sequence path is only mastered by the Life School for its initiation." Old Neil replied in a low voice.
His conversations with Klein avoided the people around as much as possible to prevent the information from leaking to those mysterious study enthusiasts.
The Life School? Klein recalled the previous materials he had read.
This secret organization emerged in the early part of this era, with an unclear specific origin, mainly passing down through master-apprentice relationships.
Their specific theories and beliefs rarely leaked out either, and Klein only knew that they divided the world into three layers: the Absolute Rational World, also known as the Absolute Truth World; the Spiritual World; and the Material World.
It is said that this secret organization also had a "Prophet"... Isn't this supposed to be the sequence path corresponding to the "Diviner"? I don't understand, I don't understand... Klein shook his head repeatedly, watching Ademisor struggle to get up and wander to other corners.
He gathered his thoughts and followed Old Neil behind, passing through one of the street stalls, discovering plants like moon flowers, golden citrons, and night herbs, as well as minerals like pure silver, yellow crystals, and red rubies.
"Indeed, it's quite comprehensive..." Klein muttered under his breath.
The mysterious study enthusiasts around him, whether old or young, male or female, sometimes paused, sometimes distinguished, and sometimes communicated, making this place quite lively.
"Go and have a look yourself, I'll pay the bill." Old Neil pointed to one of the two rooms at the end.
"Okay." Klein nodded indifferently.
He carried a black cane and slowly strolled to a booth selling homemade amulets, carefully observing for a while.
Just as Klein was about to speak and communicate, suddenly he heard someone asking behind the stall:
"Is this powder made from the roots of the cow tooth lily?"
The cow tooth lily? Isn't this the auxiliary material for the "Audience" potion? Klein turned around thoughtfully and looked at the inquirer.
For this material, because "Justice" was repeated several times at that time, he had a mind that was already inclined to remember it very deeply.