Chapter 57: Each Person’s Monday

Chapter 57: Each Person’s Monday

Nine-thirty in the morning, Iron Gate Street in the Backlund Bridge area, Bravehearts Bar.

After stepping down from his carriage, Emlyn White stood rooted in place, staring blankly ahead, nearly forgetting to dodge the sunlight.

At that moment, the bar’s front door was firmly shut, showing no sign that it intended to open.

As a Sanguine who rarely went out during the day and had only entered this kind of bar a few times at night, Emlyn had never considered that the place would not open in the morning. The moment he finished reading the note, he had excitedly turned around and left the Harvest Church, taking public transportation here in the hope of obtaining the intelligence as quickly as possible.

To save time, he had even endured the cramped environment and unpleasant smell of the steam metro.

At that instant, Emlyn felt somewhat angry, yet he also clearly knew that the mistake was his own. He could only keep his face stiff, slowly circle Iron Gate Street, and prove that he had not come for nothing.

Just as he was about to approach a rental carriage parked by the roadside, from the corner of his eye he suddenly glimpsed a familiar figure.

The other party wore a brown round hat and an old overcoat, carrying a shabby satchel on his back. It was the black-market arms and intelligence merchant Ian.

Heh-heh. My intuition really is accurate. I knew he would show up this early!

Emlyn’s anger turned into joy. Hands in his pockets, he leisurely walked over, blocking Ian’s path. With a light chuckle, he said, “Good morning.”

Ian looked up at the handsome man before him, slightly surprised, and replied, “Good morning, Mr. White. You were supposed to come in the evening.”

“Now also seems quite suitable.” Emlyn smiled in a good mood. “Ian, why is it that every time I see you, you’re wearing the same clothes and dressed in a similar way?”

Ian said without much concern, “It makes me look more mature, and very unobtrusive.

“Of course, the main reason is that I don’t have money.”

He added the last sentence in a joking tone.

“I look forward to seeing you wear that in summer too,” Emlyn said with a snort of laughter.

“Then I will take off the coat.” As Ian spoke, he removed two sheets of paper from his old satchel. They were the “wanted notices” Emlyn had previously given him. “Someone in the East Borough has seen this person.”

He handed one sheet to Emlyn. The person marked upon it was Argos.

Seeing that there was truly a clue to a believer of the Primordial Moon, Emlyn asked delightedly, “Where is he?”

Ian did not answer. He simply looked at him with a silent smile.

Already experienced, Emlyn immediately took out his wallet, counted out 150 pounds, and gave it to the other man.

“This is your payment.”

Ian smiled and said, “Still short by half.”

“Still short by half?” Emlyn nearly wanted to teach the black-market arms and intelligence merchant before him the might of the Sanguine, because the original agreement had been twenty pounds for an effective clue, and one hundred fifty pounds for a confirmed location.

However, he quickly grasped the meaning hidden in Ian’s words and asked back in surprise, “You found another one?”

“Yes.” Ian handed over the remaining paper. “While my friend was observing Argos and confirming his residence, he discovered that Argos met with this gentleman named Galis Kevin. Therefore, we have grasped the residences of both targets at the same time.”

“…Very good.” Emlyn emptied his wallet and scraped together another 150 pounds for Ian.

He felt exceptionally pleased, believing that both the Ancestor and Mr. Fool were blessing him. There had only been five targets in this batch. He had already hunted one, and now he had obtained clues to two more. As long as he succeeded, regardless of how the other Sanguine performed, he could declare himself the final victor.

Ian seriously counted and checked the banknotes, then lowered his voice and said, “Argos is on the…