Thirty-five. Set off

The Detective Agency became somewhat livelier than usual.

It isn't to say that it was usually desolate; ever since Anna and the inconspicuous statue arrived, the word 'desolate' no longer belonged to the Detective Agency.

At this moment, the detective agency's desk was piled with sundries, a carriage was parked on the street outside the window, and Anna continued to place things she deemed necessary onto the desk.

A few books to stave off ennui, pure water in a flask, a spare torch owned by every household, two oil lamps, several pounds of kerosene, and a portrait frame she could hide in.

Lu Li had no intention of stopping her. This kind of preparation before a trip was something most people liked to do; they relished thinking about what to take and worried about missing something. That was until Anna started to take all the clothes from the wardrobe.

"Shadow Town isn't far; we can leave tomorrow morning and arrive by evening."