Chapter 125: unexpected surprise

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I came to the club, and it was getting closer to dusk now. In the hazy mist, the carriage started slowly. Xia De was thinking about his next plan to spend and repay the money. Miss Bayas was probably thinking about what she would gain after reporting the important information. So the two sat opposite each other in the carriage, but they just chatted with each other.

Once we talked about some sensitive topics, such as Lakeview Manor and the small-scale earthquake in the south of Nolan, or the operation of the detective agency, Shad would immediately mention the identity of the other party's "named policeman" and force Miss Bayas to Actively prepare new topics.

The detective, who was in a good mood, 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, and although he knew he had to save, it was okay to celebrate once in a while.

"But don't forget the task of 'receiving goods' tomorrow night."

Xia De thought in his heart, looking out of the carriage through the window of the carriage. Because I have memorized Tobesk's map recently, the outsider knows that the street I am passing is called Hammerhead Street.

From the way the street is named, it is known that this street is not the main street in the city. In fact, it is close to the slums in the eastern part of Tobesk. If it is night, even the driver is unwilling to take this road.

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

Metal pipes are all attached to the walls on both sides of the not-so-wide street. The shops facing the street are pulled into their own houses from the pipes, while the apartment buildings directly ask for steam and gas from the main pipes underground.

Barefoot children were playing on the side of the street, and the decadent beggar was lying on the straw mat beside the wall indifferently, but there was nothing in the wooden bowl in front of him.

The middle-aged gentleman who occasionally passed by this street hurried past while holding his nose with a disgusted expression. The yelling of the coachman reminded the people in front to avoid it, and the sound of the horse's hoof trampling on the uneven ground was particularly rhythmic.

Although the impact of this scene was not as shocking as when Xia De stepped out of the house to see the times for the first time, it also gave him a different feeling.

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

asked Miss Bayarth, who was very bored during the carriage journey, her two hands pressed down on her skirt, which was a very ladylike sitting position.

"I just sometimes think that some people can live without worrying about hunger, but some people have to spend their whole life..."

"Get rid of hunger?"

Miss Bayas asked, Shade did not take his eyes off the window:

"The poor can't get rid of these things in their whole life. They can only use their whole life to make the next generation or even the next generation get rid of hunger."

Miss Bayas didn't expect Xia De to say such words. She didn't know how to continue, but she also understood Xia De's meaning: sacrifice like yunxuange.org sacrifice like

"Detective, instead of thinking about this kind of thing, it is better to do something practical. For example, I will participate in the volunteer work of the 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 just mortals, we are not gods, we can only do what we can do."

Miss Bayarth evidently had her own opinion on the 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 have been moving forward, and you are also driving others forward. In this way, one day, someone will be able to Reach the end. Detective, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

Xia De 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 thought is amazing."

Outsiders have seen so many things before they can understand this truth, but a young girl in this relatively ignorant world has such an awareness when she is less than eighteen years old. Si minus bXwX.cO Si

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

Such a compliment made Miss Bayas feel a little embarrassed.

This era seems to be prosperous, but society needs to change. The beauty of the steam age, no matter in his hometown or here, this kind of prosperity is based on some kind of foundation.

The stranger has seen more and understood more things. Of course, he won't say what he thinks for the time being, it will only make others look at him strangely.

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

After the carriage drove out of Hammerhead Street, it continued to drive westward. On this boring Wednesday summer evening, under the hazy mist, it seemed that even the city was going to sleep.

Perhaps because he had experienced too many things at the Lucky Southern Cross Club, Xia De was a little sleepy in the silence between the chats. Miss Bayas opposite him seemed to be the same, so both of them fell into a coma before they knew it.

In the dream, Xia De 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 Creator of Innocence], there was only one silver moon in the night sky. He was about to express some opinions in his dream, but the voice sounded in his ear made him have to wake up:

【dangerous. 】

The "other me" of ring warlocks is the price of contact with mystery, and there is another voice in their heads, which is a sign that they are different from ordinary people. "Another me" doesn't need sleep~www.mtlnovel.com~ It's hard to define exactly what kind of existence they are, and most of them think they are the other side of the soul. But in short, ring warlocks don't need to worry about accidents during sleep, because there will always be "another pair of eyes" watching for them.

Although the babbling in Xia De's head is weird, it also has all the functions that the "other me" should have. Therefore, when the warning of danger appeared in his ears, and the life ring in his soul was turning, Shad got rid of that wonderful lethargic state.

"Ha, I knew that this trip would definitely cause trouble!"

Instead of being surprised, he was a little happy that his prediction had come true.

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

Xia De should not have been asleep for a long time.

"what happened?"

[You and your companion were affected by the spell, and she was taken away about 10 seconds ago. 】

"What's the situation?"

The whispering voice did not give a response. Instead, there was a conversation coming from outside the window. It was a conversation between two men:

"Are they the ones who entered the club room and searched it?"

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

"Yes, I saw it with my thaumaturgy. The one in the car is an ordinary detective, and this woman is a ring magician from the Orthodox Church. I saw her when I was escorting the silver-eyed people to leave in Lakeview Manor."

This voice is a local accent, and it seems to be the voice of the coachman. Mi He Mi

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