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Casio has money, but not much. Most of these large, yellowish federal bills were pilfered from that antique commissioner named William. It has to be said, this indeed solved some of his urgent financial issues - meal expenses, accommodation, transportation…

He was busy from morning to afternoon. Finally, he checked into a secluded inn where they did not ask for identification.

Standing by a second-floor window, Casio glanced down at the wet street below. There were two or three men wearing cheap shirts, chatting and joking around under their umbrellas.

As for the wide street on the left, he could faintly discern female students wearing crisp white dresses. Holding up the long hem of their lace skirts, they walked with little steps, their white uniformed legs wrapped in recently popular silk stockings attracting attention.

Moss piled up in the corners, while ivy covered in dew decorated the wall, only occupying a small section.