Chapter 125: The Accident That Came As Scheduled

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when he arrived at the club, and now it was approaching dusk. In the hazy fog, the carriage set off slowly. Xia De thought about his spending and repayment plan, and Miss Beias was probably thinking about the harvest after reporting important intelligence. So the two sat opposite each other in the carriage, but only chatted intermittently.

Once they talked about some sensitive topics, such as Lakeview Manor and the small-scale earthquake in the south of Tobesk, or the operation of the detective agency, Xia De would immediately mention the other party's identity as an "honorary police officer", forcing Miss Beias to actively prepare new topics.

The detective in a good mood even planned to take Xiao Miya out for a big meal tonight. He had never had so much money since he came to this world. Although he knew he should save, it was no problem to celebrate occasionally.

"But can't forget the 'pick up' task tomorrow night."

Xia De thought in his heart, looking out of the carriage window. Because he had memorized the map of Tobesk recently, the Outsider knew that the street he was passing through now was called Hammerhead Street.

Just by the way the street was named, he knew that this street was not any main street in the city. In fact, it was close to the slums of the East District of Tobesk. If it were at night, even the coachman would not want to walk on this street.

The style of the steam age was displayed in front of Xia De through this small window. The air with the smell of burning rushed into his lungs, reminding him of the characteristics of this civilization.

Metal pipes clung to the walls on both sides of the street, which was not wide. The shops facing the street pulled branch lines from the pipes into their own houses, while the apartment buildings directly asked for steam and gas from the underground main pipes.

Children playing barefoot on the side of the street, decadent beggars lying on the straw mats by the wall without caring, but there was nothing in the wooden bowl in front of them.

A middle-aged gentleman passing through this street occasionally covered his nose and walked past the street in a hurry with a look of disgust. The coachman's shouting reminded people in front to pay attention to avoid. The sound of horse hooves stepping on the uneven ground sounded particularly rhythmic.

The impact of this scene, although not as shocking as when Xia De first stepped out of the house to see the era, also gave him a different feeling.

"I noticed that you have been looking at those children on the street."

Miss Beias, who was bored during the carriage journey, asked. She pressed her skirt with both hands, which was a very lady-like sitting posture.

"Just sometimes thinking, some people can be born without worrying about hunger, while some people have to use their whole life..."

"Get rid of hunger?"

Miss Beias asked. Xia De's gaze did not move away from the window:

"The poor can't get rid of these in their whole life, they can only use their whole life to let the next generation or even the next generation get rid of hunger."

Miss Beias didn't expect Xia De to say such things. She didn't know how to continue for a while, but she also understood Xia De's meaning:

"Detective, rather than thinking about this kind of thing, it's better to do some practical things. For example, I participate in the volunteer work of the Sun Church every week, so that I can help these children."

"But you can help one or two, help dozens, what about the remaining children?"

"But we are just mortals, we are not Gods, we can only do what we can do."

Miss Beias obviously had her own views 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 have been moving forward, and you are also driving others to move forward. In this way, there will always be a day when someone can reach the end. Detective, what kind of look is this?"

Xia De looked at her in surprise:

"Nothing, just didn't expect to get such an answer from a young girl. This kind of thinking is quite remarkable."

Perhaps this is the Chosen One that Miss Anate is looking for, who is qualified to stand in front of the final door. If Xia De was only in awe of her because of her identity before, now he is sincerely admiring her thinking. 【

Only after seeing so many things could the outlander understand this truth, yet a young lady in this relatively ignorant world had such realization before even turning eighteen.

"Is that so? These are just my own thoughts, they don't amount to much... Detective, your insights are actually quite good as well."

Such praise made Miss Beiyasi feel rather embarrassed instead.

This era appears prosperous, but society is in need of change. The beauty of the steam age, whether back home or here, is built upon a certain foundation.

The outlander has seen more and understands more. Of course, he will not voice his thoughts for the time being; that would only make others look at him with strange eyes.

Miss Beiyasi's ideas are actually quite good, but in this world where mystery and the supernatural exist, while mortal strength may be insufficient, the power of gods perhaps is enough.

After the carriage drove out of Hammerhead Street, it continued to travel west. On this boring summer evening of a Wednesday, under a hazy mist, it seemed as if even the city was about to fall into a slumber.

Perhaps it was because they had experienced too many things at the Lucky Southern Cross Club, but Xia De felt a bit sleepy during the silence between their conversations. Miss Beiyasi opposite him seemed to be the same, and so, without realizing it, both of them drifted into sleep.

In his dream, Xia De stood once again on the field ridge beneath the sea of stars, looking up at that silver moon. He thought about how in the illusion created by the 【Innocent Creator】, the night sky actually only had one silver moon. Just as he was about to express some thoughts in his own dream, the voice that rang in his ears forced him to wake up:

【There is danger.】

A Ringed Shushi's "other self" is the price for touching the mysterious; having another voice in one's head is the mark that distinguishes them from ordinary people. The "other self" does not need sleep, and it is difficult to define exactly what kind of existence they are, though most theories suggest they are the other side of the soul. But in any case, a Ringed Shushi does not need to worry about encountering accidents while sleeping, because there will always be "another pair of eyes" keeping watch for them.

Although the whispers in Xia De's head are strange, they possess all the functions that an "other self" should have. Therefore, when the warning of danger appeared in his ears and the destiny ring in his soul began to rotate, Xia De shook off that marvelous state of slumber.

"Ha, I knew that going out this time would definitely lead to trouble!"

Far from being surprised, he was actually somewhat pleased that his prediction had come true.

Opening his eyes, he was still sitting in the carriage, only Miss Beiyasi was gone, leaving behind only that lady's handbag on the seat. The four-wheeled carriage had stopped moving. Looking out from the half-open window, it seemed to have stopped in a remote alley. The twilight light could barely shine into the narrow alley, and the pungent odor in the alley was so choking that he almost made a sound.

Xia De should not have been asleep for very long.

"What happened?"

【You and your companion were affected by a curse. About 10 seconds ago, she was taken away.】

"What kind of situation is this?"

The whispering voice did not give a response; instead, voices of conversation came from outside the window, a dialogue between two men:

"Are they the ones who entered that room in the club and conducted the search?"

This voice was rough and powerful, with an accent that was clearly not local.

"Yes, I saw it with my supernatural art. The one in the carriage is an ordinary detective, and this woman is a Ringed Shushi of the Zhengshen Sect Society. I saw her when I was at Lake View Manor to meet the Silver-Eyed One as he left."

This voice had a local accent, and it seemed to be the voice of the coachman.