Whispering Verse

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the club, and now it's almost dusk. In the hazy mist, the carriage set off slowly. Shade was thinking about his next plan to spend money and repay the money. Miss Bayas was probably thinking about what she had gained after reporting important information. So the two sat across from each other in the carriage, but they just chatted.

Once some sensitive topics were discussed, such as Lakeview Manor and the small-scale earthquake in southern Nolan, or the management of the detective agency, Shade would immediately mention the other party's identity as a "nominee police officer" and force Miss Bayas to Take the initiative to prepare new topics.

The detective was in a good mood and even planned to take little Mia out for a big meal tonight. He had never had so much money before he came into this world. Although he knew he had to save, it was okay to celebrate occasionally.

"But we can't forget the task of 'picking up the goods' tomorrow night."

Shade thought to himself, looking out of the carriage window. Because I have memorized Tobesk's map recently, outsiders know that the street they are passing through now is called Hammerhead Street.

From the way the street is named, we know that this street is not a main street in the city. In fact, it is close to the Tobesk East District slum. If it is night, even the rickshaw drivers are not willing to take this road.

The style of the steam age was displayed in front of Shade through this small window, and the air with a burning smell rushed into his lungs, reminding him of the characteristics of this civilization.

The walls on both sides of the not-so-wide street were covered with metal pipes. The shops facing the street draw branch lines from the pipes into their houses, while the apartment buildings draw steam and gas directly from the main underground pipes.

Barefoot children were playing on the street, and dejected beggars were lying on the straw mats by the wall without a care, but there was nothing in the wooden bowl in front of them.

The middle-aged gentleman who occasionally passed by this street hurried past on the street with his nose held in his hand and a look of disgust on his face. The driver's shouting reminded people in front to pay attention to avoid the situation, and the sound of the horses' hooves trampling on the uneven ground was particularly rhythmic.

Although the impact of this scene was not as shocking as the first time Shade stepped out of the house and saw the era, it still gave him a different feeling.

"I noticed you've been looking at those kids on the street."

Miss Bayas, who was extremely bored during the carriage journey, asked, her hands holding down her skirt, which was a very ladylike sitting posture.

"I just sometimes think that some people don't have to worry about hunger as soon as they are born, but some people have to spend their whole lives..."

"Get rid of hunger?"

Miss Bayas asked, Shade did not look away from the window:

"Poor people cannot get rid of this in their lifetime. They can only spend their whole life to help the next generation or even the next generation get rid of hunger."

Miss Bayas did not expect that Shade would actually say such a thing. She didn't know how to continue, but she also understood what Shade meant:

"Detective, instead of thinking about this kind of thing, it's better to do something practical. For example, I participate in volunteer work at Sun Church every week so that I can help these children."

“But you can help one or two, you can help dozens, what about the rest of the kids?”

"But we are only mortals, we are not gods, we can only do what we can do."

Miss Bayas obviously has her own opinion on this matter:

"If the goal is too far away, it's better to just look at your feet. Even if you can't reach that distant goal in your whole life, at least you are always moving forward, and you are also driving others forward. In this way, one day, someone can Reaching the finish line. Detective, what’s that look in your eyes?”

Shade looked at her in surprise:

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect to get such an answer from a young girl. This kind of idea is amazing."

Maybe this is what Miss Anat is looking for, the chosen one who is qualified to stand in front of the final door. If Shade was only in awe of her because of her identity before, now he sincerely admires her thoughts.

Foreigners have to see so many things before they can understand this truth, but a young girl in this relatively ignorant world actually has such an awareness when she is less than eighteen years old.

"Really? This is just my own idea, it's nothing... Detective, your opinion is actually quite good."

Such a compliment made Miss Bayas feel a little embarrassed.

This era may seem prosperous, but society needs change. The beauty of the steam age, whether in my hometown or here, this prosperity is based on a certain foundation.

Strangers have seen more and understand more things. Of course, he won't speak out his thoughts for the time being, which will only make others look at him strangely.

Miss Bayas's idea is actually quite good, but in this world of mystery and extraordinary existence, although the power of mortals is insufficient, the power of gods may be enough.

After the carriage exited Hammerhead Street, it continued westward. On this boring Wednesday summer evening, under the hazy mist, it seemed that even the city was about to fall into drowsiness.

Perhaps because he had experienced too many things at the Lucky Southern Cross Club, Shade felt a little sleepy in the silence between chats. Miss Bayas opposite him seemed to have the same feeling, so unknowingly, they both fell into a slumber.

In the dream, Shade once again stood on the field ridge under the sea of ​​stars and looked up at the silver moon. He thought that in the illusion created by the "Innocent Creator", there was only one silver moon in the night sky. He was about to express some opinions in his dream, but the voice in his ears forced him to wake up:

【dangerous. 】

The "other self" of the ring wizard is the price of contact with the mysterious. There is another voice in the head, which is a sign that they are different from ordinary people. The "other self" does not need sleep, and it is difficult to define what kind of existence they actually are. Most theories believe that they are the other side of the soul. But in short, ring wizards don't need to worry about encountering accidents while sleeping, because there will always be "another pair of eyes" watching out for them.

Although the murmur in Shade's head was weird, it also had all the functions that "another self" should have. Therefore, when the warning of danger appeared in his ears and the life ring in his soul rotated, Shade got rid of that wonderful drowsy state.

"Ha, I knew I would definitely run into trouble when I went out this time!"

Far from being surprised, he was actually a little happy that his expectation came true.

When he opened his eyes, he was still sitting in the carriage, but Miss Bayas was gone, leaving only the women's handbag on the seat. The four-wheeled carriage stopped moving, and looking out from the half-open window, it seemed to be parked in a remote alley. The dusk light could barely shine into the narrow alley, and the pungent smell in the alley made him almost choke.

Shade probably didn't fall asleep for a long time.

"what happened?"

[You and your companions were affected by the spell. She was taken away about 10 seconds ago. 】

"What's going on?"

The murmuring voice did not respond. Instead, there was a conversation outside the window, a conversation between two men:

"Were they the ones who entered that room in the club and conducted the search?"

The voice was rough and powerful, and the accent was obviously not local.

"Yes, I saw it with my thaumaturgy. The man in the car was an ordinary detective, and this woman is a ring warlock from the Church of the Righteous God. I saw her when I escorted the Silver Eyed Man away from Lakeview Manor."

The voice had a local accent and seemed to be that of the coachman.