Parting

At noon on Friday, Ebner arrived at the steam station before lunch to see off the Forsaken.

Speaking of which, he had returned to Detective Isengard last night. After telling his teacher the complete formula of a Polymath, he had asked him for information regarding the Thousand Phantom.

Unfortunately, although Detective Isengard had some confidence in obtaining the Crystal of Thousand Spells, he had to wait until he returned to Lenburg at the end of the year to report his work…

After that, Ebner held a ritual and prayed to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, but unfortunately, there was no response.

Looks like the God of Knowledge won't give me any direct help…

Since he was already mentally prepared, and the old dragon had to find a "tool" for information, Ebner wasn't too disappointed.

…

On the platform of the steam locomotive, an old man wearing a black suit and a half top hat walked out of the second-class carriage with a leather suitcase in his hand.

He didn't look too old. There were only some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his temples were completely white.

His name was Lawrence Nord, and he was a public school teacher from Constant City, Midseashire.

As soon as Lawrence got out of the car, he casually glanced at the platform and saw a tall figure over two meters tall standing not far away. There were also several young people surrounding him.

He recognized one of the black-haired, red-eyed youths.

"Viscount Cullen…" Lawrence muttered to himself. If it weren't for this vampire viscount passing by and providing assistance during the disaster many years ago, not many in his family would have survived.

As for Lawrence, he didn't want to be surrounded by negative emotions like depression, despair, and other emotions in his family. He didn't want to face the sighing and oppressive atmosphere every day, so he found a reason to leave the Elders Guild and come to Backlund to find his other brother, Lauber, and his half-brother, Sam.

He never expected to encounter a benefactor of his family the moment he arrived in Backlund.

He wanted to go over and chat, but he saw Viscount Cullen and another beautiful girl following behind the half-giant and boarding the steam locomotive on the other side of the platform.

Only a young man with curly brown hair and copper-framed glasses remained on the platform, waving goodbye to them.

"Forget it… Maybe the viscount forgot about that small matter… At least it's a small matter for him." Lawrence mocked himself and left the station with his luggage.

…

On the steam locomotive, Captain Asenov was still as taciturn as ever. Judy was cheerful, only a little reluctant when she had said goodbye to Ebner earlier. She had long since recovered and was smiling again.

As for Viscount Cullen, in his long life, he had already gotten used to such scenes of parting.

"I think someone was watching you from the station just now?" Judy suddenly said to Callum, who was sitting across from her.

Obviously, Lawrence thought that his hidden gaze couldn't fool this "biologist."

Cullen nodded and said indifferently, "I once saved him in passing… Speaking of which, the 'drawing book' that your father gave you is related to his family."

Judy nodded thoughtfully at that. After a while, she said, "He's dying… at most three months of his life."

"I know, that's why I didn't go over… Sigh, I might as well not see him." Cullen sighed.

…

Tingen City.

After lunch, Klein put on his hat and left the Blackthorn Security Company, arriving at the Shooting Club at 3 Zouteland Street.

After pushing open the door and entering the reception hall, he didn't directly head to the shooting range belonging to the Nighthawks. Instead, he found a seat in the hall and waited patiently with his black cane in hand.

He had agreed to meet Daxter at this Zouteland Street Shooting Club!

Daxter was an informant he had developed, one of the members of the Psychology Alchemists. He was just a standard rookie. After all, his guide had gone mad.

After waiting for a while, Klein saw Daxter walk into the hall of the Shooting Club when it was two minutes to one.

He was wearing a black silk top hat and a fitted tuxedo. In his hand was a silver-inlaid cane, and on his face was a pair of gold-framed glasses.

Daxter looked around without attracting any attention. When he saw Klein nod slightly, he retracted his gaze and walked to the front desk. He applied for a shooting range and rented a gun.

After the two of them entered the same shooting range, Daxter asked in a deep voice, "Officer Moretti, why did you meet me this time?"

"I just wanted to ask if you need the Telepathist formula," Klein said frankly. He didn't hide his thoughts. After all, he was facing a Spectator, and it wasn't easy to fool him.

Ever since he obtained this formula from the "Tower" at the Tarot Club, Klein had the intention of selling it to Daxter. After all, after this period of observation, this gentleman's character wasn't bad. Furthermore, he had the backing of the Psychology Alchemists. Even if he was just a peripheral member, it was only a matter of time before he obtained this formula. If he didn't sell it now, he might not have another chance in the future.

In addition, with this meeting with Daxter, he no longer needed to hide the potion formula. He could find a sufficient excuse to hand it over to the Captain so that he could accumulate more merit points. Yes, he might even get additional reimbursements.

It's really worth it to make two deals with a free formula… Klein thought happily.

Daxter stared into his eyes for a moment before asking, "What do you want from me?"

Of course, it's gold pounds! Klein nearly blurted it out, but after careful thought, he felt that it wasn't subtle enough. Furthermore, he had to consider the other party's wealth. Therefore, he hesitated for a moment before saying in deliberation, "I need you to observe Hood Eugen's situation closely and report to me at any time… Of course, I won't give you the formula for nothing. You have to pay 100 gold pounds in exchange… This is already very cheap."

"Officer, your words aren't sincere enough, but the price is partly true," Daxter suddenly said calmly.

…

Looking at the steam locomotive leaving into the distance, he could still hear Judy's promise to come to Feynapotter and treat him to Sylvia's crispy pie, as well as Viscount Cullen's reminder to send him the new gift as soon as possible. Ebner sighed in disappointment.

Although he'd only spent two weeks with Judy and Cullen, he'd already formed a friendship with them. Now that they were parting ways, it was hard not to feel bad for Ebner, who still wasn't used to it.

Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, Ebner decided to visit the garden villa that he was in charge of. If there were no problems, he would move in as soon as possible.

Ever since the various mainstream newspapers had been promoting him, the savior of Sivellaus Yard, this morning, his teacher's house was once again surrounded by reporters. Even his normal commissioning business was affected. If not for his Clown Mask, he might not have been able to come out to send off the Forsaken Ones.

Even if it was to get some peace, he had to move as soon as possible.

…

Cherwood Borough, 28 Kings Street.

It was a three-story building with a small garden. The layout was not big, but the interior was exquisitely decorated. It was obvious that his previous owner had good taste.

Ebner walked over and took off the clown mask before opening the door with a key.

Then, he saw a man and a woman walk out of the living room.