Mystery: Shadow of Order - Chapter 206

Dock area, Silver Mirror Long Street.

Rolls, wearing a peaked cap and a light blue worker’s uniform, walked out of the rental house, the brim of the hat was lowered, and the mustache around his mouth made his face almost a shadow, making his face unrecognizable.

He’s going to buy today’s newspaper, and then go to the bridge area to see what’s going on in Intis after he’s stunned. The Bridge District is where Zeriel lives, a haunt of his half-aged children. If Beckland still wanted to get the manuscript of Hermothein’s third-generation difference engine, he could only start from the bridge area.

More importantly, knowing that there was a third party intervening and being pressured by Intis, Beckerang would jump over the wall, stop worrying so much, and use all the power in his hand to hunt down Ian Wright.

You must know that Beckland has been in Ruen for many years, and there must be more than one Zimange party in his hands, but the Zimange party is the least likely to attract MI9’s attention. Once he has no scruples and only wants to get the manuscript of the third-generation difference engine, he will definitely throw all the power in his hand.

As long as the manuscript was obtained and shipped back to Intis, even if MI9 knew that it was Beckland’s plan, there was no way to deal with him. And Beckeron can use this to return to Intis or continue to work in Loen, and the previous infiltration of the embassy can also be written off.

Rawls stopped a stagecoach heading for the bridge area. Although it was morning, there were only a few passengers in the car. The stagecoach from the dock area to the bridge area only had more passengers at night.

With the slow start of the carriage, after a bumpy ride, Rawls heard the voice of the newsboy. This route passes through the East District, and many children choose to become newsboys to subsidize their households, while the workers in the dock area often only buy Take turns reading a newspaper.

“A copy of the Backlund Morning News.” Rawls took a penny from his pocket and waved to a newsboy.

Following his shout, two or three newsboys rushed over, scrambled to take out the corresponding newspapers from their bags, and ran after the stagecoach.

Rawls took a newspaper and quickly shoved a penny in his hand into his hand. The newsboy who had no harvest had to stop and look at his companion enviously.

Seeing that there was no dispute, Rawls looked back and flipped through the newspaper.

In Backlund, some newsboys would imitate gangs to form children’s gangs, taking a cut of the younger children, and even four or five newsboys would come up at the same time, waiting for an opportunity to steal.

Without paying attention to the above news, Rawls directly looked for the above rental advertisement. Today is Sunday, and tomorrow is the Tarot Club. If there is no advertisement for Mr. Fool’s favored person to connect with Rawls today, then tomorrow I don’t know how Klein ended.

Sure enough, a joint advertisement was found in the advertising column between the fifth and sixth pages of the newspaper:

“No. 6 Ronald Street, North District, a single-family house with two floors, a total of ten bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen, a dining room, five bathrooms, a basement storage room, with a small garden and Stables for £360 a year, interested parties can go to the location, contact Geoffrey Lister.”

Rawls raised his cap slightly, Ronald Street, the name of this street sounds familiar. Yes, one of his other two properties in Backlund is at No. 22 on that street. This street is next to Berklund Street, and St. Samuel’s Church is on Berklund Street.

Mr. Azik fills in the real location, isn’t he afraid that others will find it? Or did he buy the house? However, this rental price is significantly higher than the average price, and I remember that my property was not too different from this one, but the rent was only £300 a year.

After returning at noon, I have to write to Alysia. Although Mr. Azik is gentle now, he should always be just in case.

With Alysia around, Rawls can feel at ease, and now he has no intention of revealing his true identity.

After another bumpy period, the carriage finally reached the bridge area.

As soon as Rawls got out of the car, the “barbarian” hunch told him that at least three people were staying on him. This was something he didn’t feel when he came to the bridge area last time. You must know that he is not Rose who lives in Zeriel now. On Long Street, but three streets away.

It seemed that Beckland was really in a hurry. Rawls glanced around at random, lowered his cap again, and walked away from Rose Long Street. He wanted to know how much eyeliner Beckland had put on the bridge area.

…

Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar.

The doors of bars in the morning are always locked, and the Brave Bar is no exception, but the back door of the bar is open, and a young man with ordinary clothes and appearance rushed into the back door.

After the young man entered the bar, he went straight into a card room. In the card room, there was only an old man with a rosacea nose and a huge scar on his face who was constantly washing the cards in his hand. When he saw the young man come in, he stopped moving in his hand, and threw the cards on the table, and the cards scattered along the table.

“How is it?” Although the old man had cloudy eyes and dark bags, he couldn’t hide his anxiety.

“Caspars, you guessed it right, there are quite a few strangers in the bridge area from last night to today, they seem to be from Rose Street. I don’t know what they want to do?”

The old man Caspars’ eyes flashed with light, the wrinkles and twisted scars on his face were shaking, he nodded, took out a 5 pound note from his pocket and handed it to the young man:

“take a break.”

The young man took the banknotes, nodded, turned his head and walked into the bar warehouse.

After the young man had gone, Caspars limped towards pool room 3, where Ian Wright rested. Walking to the door of the billiard room, Caspars stopped, hesitated for a while, and turned to leave.

“Squeak”, the door opened.

Ian Wright, who was wearing a dome hat and an old coat that didn’t fit his age, came out. He rubbed his red eyes and looked at Caspars who was about to turn around, wondering:

“Caspars, are you looking for me?”

Caspars looked at Ian, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, and sighed:

“A lot of people entered the bridge district this morning and spread out from Rose Long Street. They came to you, right?” Although it was a questioning tone, he knew that it must have something to do with Ian.

“They’re here?” Ian’s face showed panic, but he calmed down immediately, “I’ll leave here now and go to Pritz Harbour.” He just took two steps forward when he was dragged by Kaspers live.

“You’re like this, let alone Pritz Harbor, you can’t even get out of Iron Gate Street.” Caspers dragged Ian and limped towards the bar kitchen. Although he was crippled, his strength was so great that even if Ian struggled, he was dragged away by him.

“Caspers, I know you know those special guys, but the people I messed with this time are different, they may not be useful.” Ian said while struggling. Although he didn’t know where those people came from, he was helping Feysac collect intelligence, and those people must have a lot of background.

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“You don’t have to worry about it. The people I know are stronger than you think.” Caspers didn’t look back, and dragged Ian forward.

Caspars pulled Ian and stopped in front of a door. He turned his head to signal Ian not to speak, knocked on the door lightly, and after being allowed, pushed Ian in.

This is also a card room. It is morning, and there are more than a dozen people in it. Although they are not playing cards, they are just lying on the ground or lying on the table to sleep, without the slightest movement, like dead people.

Seeing Caspars and Ian coming in, a man in a white shirt and a black vest slowly stood up, and the people lying on the ground and on the table also woke up and looked back at the two of them.

Ian found that except for the man who stood up, the other poker players had an indescribable strange taste. Their faces were pale and their eyes were like wild beasts. And the man who stood up first was pale, with deep malice hidden in his brown eyes, and his whole person revealed a little madness.

Ian lowered his head in fear, he knew that the man should be known by Caspers, the legendary Extraordinary possessing various magical abilities.

Caspars finally let go of Ian’s hand and limped towards the man in the lead. He lowered his head and explained the situation in detail in the man’s ear.

After a long time, when Caspars’ face showed a little bit of disappointment, Ian raised his head and was about to pull Caspars to leave. The man who was only twenty-eight or nine years old suddenly said:

“Only one chance.”

Caspars was ecstatic, he jumped to Ian’s side with difficulty, and bowed to the man according to Ian’s neck:

“Thanks Mr. Maric.”

…

Rawls was walking aimlessly on the street. He has now taken off his cap and exposed his face, otherwise the probability of being targeted is too high.

Judging from his feeling, Beckland has at least arranged more than 100 people near Qiangwei Street in Qiao District, covering more than 20 streets, and the number of people has been increasing and the scope is also expanding.

If Bakerland’s arrangement didn’t yield results within two days, or even within one day, then MI9 people would definitely be watching. Once MI9 people are eyeing, Intis can give up, after all, this is Ruen’s home court.

Before taking a few steps, Rawls felt that someone was staring at him again. He had forgotten how many times this was, but before he could repeat his old trick, a rumbling explosion sounded not far away. Immediately on the street he was in, three or four people came out from different places and ran in the direction of the explosion.

Rawls turned and ran after those people, and waved to the person behind who wanted to follow him, motioning him to follow. This is why he can roam around the neighborhood. These people have been temporarily transferred and are not familiar with each other at all. With Rawls’s eloquence and “bribes”, it is no problem to coax a group of ordinary people.

The sound of the explosion kept coming, and Rawls had avoided Intis’s hands and sneaked up to a roof to identify the specific source of the explosion. After finding the specific source, Rawls looked down and found a shortcut and ran towards the source of the explosion.

On the street, a carriage was moving at high speed while being dragged by a horse that had gone mad. From time to time, people around took out pistols and tried to shoot at the horses and the coachman, but they either missed, or as if they were touched by something invisible, their whole body was cold. fell to the ground.

Behind the carriage, two people in masks were chasing the carriage. From time to time, red and condensed fireballs condensed in their hands and threw them at the carriage. The cold wind accompanied by the whirling of the carriage blew the fireballs away, causing it to hit the carriage. A nearby explosion caused the horses to startle again.

The two masked men who followed behind the carriage were covered with blazing white flames from time to time, burning out the transparent shadows that had been trying to drag them in the cloudy wind.

The two men knew very well that the people who controlled these ghosts were much stronger than them, but they did not confront them head-on because they were worried about the follow-up chasing troops, and they could only try to slow down the opponent’s speed as much as possible and wait for the arrival of reinforcements.

Inside the galloping carriage, Ian in a round hat shrank tremblingly, his red eyes were full of fear, and beside him was the Beyonder Maric in a white shirt and a black vest, his eyes were tightly closed at the moment. , as if closing his eyes in contemplation.

The two guys outside were very difficult to deal with. Not only did they sense the trap he set up first, but they also followed the trail all the way, and the ghosts he drove were useless to those two guys who could manipulate flames.

In order to reduce the burden of the carriage, Maric did not let the corpse follow him, but stayed at the Brave Bar~www.mtlnovel.com~ Except for a living corpse driving outside, he had no helper, and the opposite helper He kept running out of the alley, shooting at the carriage with his revolver.

This makes Maric even more unable to focus on the two Beyonders. The “living corpse” is not very capable of manipulating ghosts. If it is not cloudy today, this is not the bridge area, there are many ghosts, he absolutely cannot only Stop so many people by manipulating ghosts.

What the **** did this little guy mess with? Aren’t they afraid of recruiting MI9 or the church?

When Maric was distracted, a crimson condensed fireball did not stop it, blowing up the wheels of the carriage, and the carriage immediately rolled over. Before here, Maric had grabbed Ian beside him, smashed the wall of the carriage with a punch, and jumped out of the carriage.

After Maric jumped out of the carriage, he held Ian on his shoulders, stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, and placed it next to his index finger. The index finger aimed at the person who was chasing them. The targeted man seemed to sense the danger in advance and was about to roll to the side. But only halfway through the action, he fell on the ground with a groan, his body was covered with a layer of blazing white flames, and strands of black gas came out of him.

The other pursuer rolled forward in a circle, and when he got up, a blazing white flame spear shot out of his right hand and aimed at Maric.

Maric didn’t mean to dodge, black hairs drilled out of his right hand, his nails elongated and turned black, shining like a metal dagger, and the palm covered by the black-green gas slapped the blazing white spear into the air. The place of contact immediately ignited a white flame, and the black-green gas was burned to make a sound of “Zizi Lala”.

Rawls, who had arrived, just saw this scene, took out a revolver from his arms, aimed at Ian, and then deliberately deviates and shoots to the side.

“Bribery-Association.”