The Whispering Verses Chapter 125: An unexpected surprise
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived at the club, and now it is even closer to 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 "fake police officer" and force Bay to Miss Yasi took the initiative to prepare new topics.
The detective is in a good mood and even plans 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 don’t forget the ‘receiving’ task tomorrow night.”
Xia De thought to himself and looked 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.
You can tell from the way the street is named 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. The air with a burning smell rushed into his lungs, reminding him of the characteristics of this civilization.
Metal pipes are attached to the walls on both sides of the not-so-wide street. 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 the dejected beggar was lying on the straw mat beside the wall without a care, but there was nothing in the wooden bowl in front of him.
The middle-aged gentleman who occasionally passed by this street hurried past on the street with his nose covered 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 the 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 these problems in their lifetime. They can only spend their whole life to help the next generation and 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 is 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, or dozens of others, but what about the remaining children?"
"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, so that one day , someone can reach the end. Detective, what is your look?"
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 idea is amazing."
Perhaps 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.
Outsiders have seen 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 mysterious and extraordinary existences, 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.
Maybe it was because he had experienced too many things at the Lucky Southern Cross Club that 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 sound in his ears forced him to wake up:
【Dangerous. 】
The Ring Warlock's "other self" is the price of contact with mystery. 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 magicians don't need to worry about encountering accidents while sleeping, because there will always be "another pair of eyes" watching for them.
Although the babble in Shade's head is weird, it also has 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 state of lethargy.
"Ha, I knew I would definitely run into trouble when I went out this time!"
Not only was he not surprised, he was actually a little happy that his expectation had come 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.
Shad probably didn't fall asleep for a long time.
"What happened?"
[You and your companions were affected by the spell. About 10 seconds ago, she was taken away. 】
"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 the club room 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."
This voice has a local accent and seems to be that of the driver.