Chapter 69: This Is the East Borough

Chapter Sixty-NineThis Is the East Borough

Inside the nearly abandoned medical college teaching building, the gathering had already ended. Audrey, who was leaving by a circuitous route, suddenly fell into a daze and saw the familiar dense gray fog, along with the blurry figure seated high at its center.

“This is a clue.”

Accompanying Mr. Fool’s deep voice was a scene like a photograph—and a colored photograph at that.

A man almost two meters tall, though not particularly burly, stood within the shadows wearing black clerical robes. His pale-yellow hair was soft and slightly curled; his dark-brown eyes hid savagery beneath their coldness; the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, making him seem withdrawn, like a lone wolf.

A clue? A clue regarding the Daravi Street explosion in the East Borough and Gavin’s accidental drowning? Is this the murderer?

Audrey froze briefly, then immediately understood.

Mr. Fool already has a clue… He is truly amazing. No—He is omnipotent…

After sighing inwardly with admiration, she turned to look at Fors beside her.

Fors had just removed her mask and surgical cap and climbed into the carriage when she noticed Miss Audrey’s slightly peculiar gaze. She immediately asked in puzzlement, “Is there something on my face?”

“No.”

Audrey withdrew her gaze, followed her in, and began removing her own disguise.

Recalling the gathering earlier, Fors asked with some curiosity, “Miss Audrey, why did you not purchase the Spectator formula? Only then would you have a chance of establishing contact with the Psychology Alchemists.”

She remembered that the generous and magnanimous Miss Audrey had stayed silent almost the entire time. For most of the gathering, she had only listened. She had merely sold some materials containing spirituality and bought other varieties in return.

Audrey gave a shallow smile.

“This was my first gathering in this circle. I believe observing and waiting were more important.

“I look forward to potion formulas, and I look forward even more to mystical items. But I told myself there was no need to rush. Becoming familiar first, then taking action, is the better strategy.”

This is also a professional habit of the Spectator pathway. And materials Mr. World wants, such as Evil-patterned Black Panther spinal fluid and Elven Spring pith crystals, did not appear either…

Audrey silently added.

Fors looked at the girl not yet eighteen years old and suddenly felt that she seemed more mature than ever before.

Then Fors laughed self-mockingly.

“If I had been able to act like you back then, I would not have wasted such a precious opportunity.”

Audrey responded with a reserved smile, then changed the subject.

“Tomorrow morning, I will ask certain special friends whether they have any clues regarding the Daravi Street explosion. You and Xio can wait for news at the old place.”

“All right,” Fors said, nodding without suspicion.

…

Klein did not return to Minsk Street that night. Instead, he slept directly in the one-room apartment on Black Palm Street in the East Borough.

He feared that the black-clerical-robed man suspected of being the murderer might have accomplices, and that they were currently searching the streets for him.

Although the chance of running into them was not high, and he had been disguised earlier, meaning the other party most likely would not recognize him, the divination result had indicated a certain possibility. Therefore, Klein chose caution and made do for the night in the East Borough.

At first light, he changed into another set of dark-blue worker’s clothes, put on a light-brown peaked cap, left the room, descended the staircase, and entered the street.

At that moment, pale-white mist tinged with yellow filled the surroundings. Passing figures were blurry, and the chill of early morning seeped into his clothes.

Klein lowered his head and walked hurriedly, no different from the early-rising pedestrians around him on their way to work.

As he moved…