Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1090 Twenty-eight. Welcome to the Land of Light

  Valendo returns to the dark, rotten dining room where rust spreads like tinea over the walls and pipes.

   Dozens of new residents gathered around the damp, bloated round tables scattered across the dining room, conversing through the grueling journey. Another third of the new residents hid in equally bad cabins. Or rest or lie down to relieve seasickness.

  Walendo, who came back with the sound of the metal dangling, attracted a little attention. Most of the young nobles had neat hair and bright clothes, but only a little dirty.

   Varodo did not like them.

   When in Wiener Freeze Harbor, when in Wiener Refuge, and even more when heading to the Land of Light.

   The reason is simple, these descendants of families, rich men and officials came to "invest" in the land of light.

   They are young enough, energetic enough, knowledgeable enough, even hard-working enough, and most importantly, they are smart enough. They know how to get into the shape the exorcist likes, so even the exorcist and the mayor have no reason to refuse.

"We all know that these young people are from the upper class who want to save blood for their families or invest in bright places, but what reason do we have to reject these young people who are better than ordinary people in terms of looks and abilities? So we know the truth but can't Refuse them, do you know what the literacy rate of the residents living in the inner ring is? 4%, the outer ring may only have a fraction of this figure, we can't throw a group of poor people who can't read and know nothing to Mr. Lu Li, we can't …”

   Recalling that the former Mayor Mateus had no choice but to whisper, Valendo walked past the round table along the way, and the whispered conversations along the way got into his ears.

   "Poor Vincent, seasickness is about to kill him, we can't get to shore again and he'll either die or go mad..."

"I've got my niece to apply for the seventh or eighth batch of migrants...I'm not kidding! Why? Of course because I believe in the exorcist...he doesn't even bother to refurbish this amazing ship to be more deceptive You're really getting old, old man, Sunshine, remember Sunshine? That's something that won't make us smell of rotten age anymore, and stop us from being as pale as a vampire."

   "Word or face? Tsk, you're wrong again, you already owe me 15 pieces of Brightland bread. Okay, now it's your turn to throw my guess, are you ready to owe me more bread?"

"That guy Zod won't pester you anymore baby...I'm not lying to you, that kind of **** is not eligible to board the ship, no ifs okay, if he does come, the exorcist will do justice for us... …”

  Valendo sat at the empty table in the corner. Although he should have gathered a crowd to restore his sanity after staying with the banyan guards for a long time, he felt that enjoying the quiet alone would help him restore his sanity.

   However, his tranquility was soon disturbed, Wei Lun approached and dragged one of the few clean wooden chairs to sit opposite.

   "You don't seem to like getting too close to them."

"A bunch of idiots who don't know anything." Valendo directly exposed his thoughts, accusing the upper class of the gold diggers' thoughts: "The exorcist is not a member of the old system, he will not value them like nobles or officials, just because one An identity that is worse than shit."

  Willon persuaded as a friend: "This is a prejudice, and we must admit that they bring more value and usefulness than commoners."

   "Including pretentiousness and inner pride? If I can really get rid of them, I would look at them highly, but unfortunately they can't."

Valendo wasn't like that a few months ago when he wasn't any different from these nobles, even friends with each other, but what happened after Wiener's place name became a sanctuary made him feel bad, disgusting Toru: "If you still treat me as a friend, stay as far away from them as possible, and don't let the exorcists take you with them when they hate them."

   "Even if I'm not a friend, I'll do the same, after all, you're the only one who has ever had contact with an exorcist." Wei Lun said with a smile, suddenly looking behind him because of the whistle, the young nobles were calling him.

   "They want to know what you and I said again."

  Valendo leaned back in his chair: "Whatever you say to them, I don't care."

   "Don't worry." Wei Lun, still smiling, opened the wooden chair with his legs bent and returned to the young people.

   "Mr. Assistant Mayor is speaking ill of us again?"

  Weilun no longer kept his smile, leaning against the seat indifferently, looking from a distance as if they were confronting: "What else could it be? That lofty guy doesn't like you."

   "It's us." A blond curly-haired youth corrected: "He doesn't like us, so we don't need to let him join the fraternity."

   "But there must always be someone who can talk to him. He has an advantage that none of us have." Wei Lun's palm on the table was spread out, with his fingers facing it.

   There will be no one else but the lord of the Land of Light.

   "I thought the Land of Light would be less rotten." Someone sighed.

   "It's the same everywhere, just worse and worse."

  …

   "It's the same everywhere, just worse and worse."

   The filthy boy with the grass-like hair sat down on the chair opposite Varodo in Velen and narrated the conversation that was going on there. "So I don't like them. Except you."

  Valendo, whose knuckles were light and damp on the table, returned to his senses: "Except for what?"

  Yingchuo looked at him with big eyes under Caowo's hair: "You won't look at us with disgust and smirk, you are more real than them."

   "That word is sincere." Valendo smiled: "If I hadn't contacted the exorcist around Mr. Mayor, I would actually be one of them."

   "Is the exorcist really that powerful?"

   "Yes, I'm usually pessimistic about our human weakness, but exorcists are really different..."

   "He's stronger than us?"

"No...he is not much stronger than us, but he can always walk on the right path and do the right thing..." Valendo sighed, recalling the tall and calm figure: "And the one who can feel the beauty of all life Breath and contagion..."

   "The merchant is here."

   There were echoing shouts from the corridor, and the restaurant became lively.

   Merchants brought food, medicine, supplies they were short of, and the itinerary everyone was looking forward to.

   "The Land of Light is ahead, get ready."

   There was no accident, everyone even ran out of the cabin, and the bees crowded up to the deck and looked at it.

The banyan tree guards made room for them, and then people saw golden beams spilling down from the void, like bright veils floating in the air, the sparkling sea was full of life, and the ruins of old Belfast were gilded with holy light .

   Standing on the deck of the dark ocean, looking at the light in the distance, all indignation and resentment, all conspiracies and calculations, dissipated like smoke rising from a pipe.

  There is no longer such a beautiful scenery in the world.

   (end of this chapter)