A Magician Before Going Onstage
Biên tập viên: Atlas Studios
10 o'clock at night, in the alley by the back door of the Bravehearts Bar.
Like the previous time, Klein, in his black double-breasted frock coat and matching half top hat, had merely circled the bar once before he walked to the nearest street as though he were on a stroll.
Just as he walked out of the alley, a carriage stopped in front of him. Behind the glass window was Maric's pair of brown eyes which were still suppressing any signs of malicious intent.
Klein pressed the top of his half top hat and, holding the sturdy cane in his hand, calmly boarded the carriage as if he had hailed it himself.
He sat down and straightened his bow tie like a gentleman attending a banquet.
"That outfit isn't suitable for battle." Maric, who was wearing a white shirt, black vest, and tights, sized him up a few times and frowned.
It was obvious that he still had some doubts regarding Klein's strength, but he had chosen to trust Sharron.