Chapter 164: Leymano’s Magic Book

Chapter 164: Leymano’s Magic Book

Backlund, outside the steam train station.

Fors wore a hat with a fine black veil hanging down from it, decorated with blue flowers. She stood in the entrance hall of the subway station, waiting for her teacher, Dorian Gray, to arrive.

The fine drizzle on the street and the cold wind blowing up from underground left the writer shivering slightly. She felt she had underestimated Backlund’s spring.

“I really don’t know how Xio manages to stay busy outside all year round. Sigh. She said that before her father died, she never wanted to get out of bed at home. Aside from going to the washroom, servants brought her food and drink right to her side. And now she can go out very early every day and only return at night, regardless of heavy rain or thick fog, completing one commission after another and arresting one wanted criminal after another.” Thinking of this, Fors could not help feeling a little admiration for Xio.

By last week, this Miss Sheriff had not only repaid all her debts, but had even saved up two hundred pounds!

I have to say, Sheriff is the Beyonder profession most suited for being a bounty hunter. Of course, that only applies at the lower Sequences… Fors’s thoughts had just begun to drift when her gaze toward the outside suddenly swept over a familiar figure.

It was a gentleman of medium build, wearing the most fashionable black formal suit in Loen and a half top hat of silk. His shoulders were unusually broad, almost to an exaggerated degree.

This was Fors’s teacher, one of the few remaining members of the Abraham family, Dorian Gray Abraham.

Fors felt delighted and immediately opened her umbrella, walking out to meet him.

On the crowded street, before she could truly approach, merely after her gaze met Dorian’s, she saw her teacher raise his right hand, clench it into a fist, and press it against the first button of his black formal suit.

That is… danger! Fors’s expression did not change. She moved her gaze away with a smile, casting it past him toward a young gentleman farther behind. Then, as if nothing had happened, she passed Dorian Gray and continued forward.

An ancient family accumulated knowledge in every field beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Dorian Gray had long ago agreed upon certain emergency signals and gestures with Fors. The meaning of that action just now was very simple: stay away. Do not come close!

The young man behind him froze a little under the gaze of the lazy, mature woman. Then he instinctively adjusted his clothes and pressed down his hat.

By the time he finished those motions, Fors had already passed him and continued walking.

The rain fell in a fine, endless drizzle. Fors took a detour, boarded a rental carriage, and headed straight for the Hat Trick Hotel at 22 Hope Road in Cherwood Borough. It was the residence Dorian Gray had booked in advance.

Having spent many years moving through mysticism circles and having accumulated no small amount of experience, Fors calmly requested a street-facing room. She stood by the window and observed the guests entering the hotel.

Finally, she saw Dorian Gray step down from a carriage and enter the front door.

Fors quickly turned, went to the bend in the staircase, and covertly watched to see which room the attendant led her teacher to.

After waiting a short while, she took off her hat, messed up her hair a little, then walked to the door of room 2016 and rapped on it with bent fingers.

Her plan was simple. If her teacher’s response was normal, she would enter the room and talk. If anything felt wrong, she would pretend she had knocked on the wrong door, or that she was a streetwalker trying to solicit a client.

Creak. The door slowly opened. Dorian glanced at the student before him, then looked at both sides of the corridor.

He raised his right arm, spread his fingers, and pressed them against the second button of his formal suit.

That meant he was not under control and that the anomaly…