Lord of Mysteries: Curly-haired Baboon

On a boat on the Tussock River, Lucid sighed as he looked at Backlund, who was close at hand.

She doesn't have a lot of favor with this city, which will be called the "Hopeland" in the future.

Compared with Trier, which is also the capital of a country, the current Backlund is obviously inferior. Although the size and population of the two are almost the same, they feel completely different.

If the feeling of Trier is slightly modified and described as a "prosperous" teenager, then Backlund can be called the "heroic twilight" decay.

Along the flowing Tasok River, the wooden sailboat where Lucid was traveling slowly, the distance from Backlund was getting closer and closer.

This journey can be said to be smooth and smooth, which is consistent with the enlightenment from "divination".

But standing at the bow of the ship, she was a little worried in her heart.

Although so far, everything is in line with the divination she made in advance, but for some reason, she is always a little inexplicably uneasy.

Backlund, it seemed that he was not calm.

Looking at the gray-black city wall, Lucid couldn't help being a little surprised.

The "strange events" encountered before are still vivid, the companions who disappeared silently, the imitators with almost no flaws...

This tightened her nerves and did not dare to take it lightly.

In this regard, she had already figured out how to deal with it.

Lucid is now different from what it used to be. If something strange happens again, she would not mind running backhand to report a wave.

And because of the identity of a "night watcher", reporting is even more handy.

Well, this is the legendary "There is no middleman to make the difference". Whenever something goes wrong, she can directly report it to Backlund's "Night Watcher" branch.

In addition, Lucid also plans to temporarily not use the "Schilling Frein" vest to avoid unnecessary trouble.

People... you can't use a vest to be bad, it's boring.

As the saying goes, "How many vests are in a vest?" When the big cloak is put on, the voice changes. Who knows that he is "Shilin"?

But that being said, she still wants to show her face in Backlund's "Night Watcher" branch as "Shirin".

This is a necessary process, and it is also a kind of supervision by the "night watcher" on members.

When the outing "night watcher" arrives in another area, he must go to the branch in that area to report.

Unless Lucid doesn't want to be the "Schilling Friein" anymore, going to the Backlund branch to report it is an indispensable link.

In fact, there was a faint idea in her heart to give up reporting, and she just left.

Although in this way, the assets owned in Tingen will be lost, but this is not essential.

The sale of "moon cakes" has brought a steady stream of wealth to Lucid.

And as "moon cakes" gradually became popular, the "dividends" she received every month even showed an upward trend.

But after thinking about it, she still didn't feel cruel.

Life in Tingen is pretty good, except for a certain nightmare who loves to "eat and drink" a bit annoying, everything else is okay.

There is no need for the fish to die and the net to break, suddenly there will be a "big self-destruction."

So she gave up the idea of ​​just leaving.

Cursing his lips, Lucy thought indifferently:

"Well, let's report it..."

In this way, following the endless torrent of the Tussock River, she finally arrived at this misty city, the capital of the Kingdom of Ruen, "Backlund".

Wearing a wide rimmed millinery, Lucid got off the boat and came to this place again.

Unlike Tingen, everywhere here seems to be shrouded in layers of mist.

But this does not make people feel offensive, Lucid quite likes this kind of scenery.

At this time, Backlund did not have serious pollution problems as described in the original book. The fog in the air was naturally not as uncomfortable as described in the book.

Strolling on this ancient stone road, the black veil hanging from the fringed hat is hazy, complementing the surrounding fog, making her mysterious and seductive like a black pearl in the dark night.

He stopped an empty passenger carriage, and after he boarded the carriage and sat down, Lucid whispered to the coachman:

"Excuse me, please drive me to St. Samuel's Church."

"OK."

The coachman agreed, then raised the whip in his hand and threw a beautiful whip in the air.

The carriage started to drive slowly, and shuttled through the foggy street.

For some reason, Lucid was sitting in the carriage, but faintly felt a faint maliciousness, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

But this feeling was fleeting, making her a little skeptical that it was her own illusion.

The carriage continued to move forward, and after turning a turn, it reached the destination of Lucid's trip ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ St. Samuel's Cathedral.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the coachman's lazy voice came from outside the carriage:

"Miss, the cathedral is here."

"what?"

Lucid was a little surprised, this came much faster than he thought.

I just got to the Saint Samuel’s Church just after I had done my best work for a while?

It seems that the church is very close to the pier where I disembark.

Opening the car door, Lucid got out of the car, glanced at the church close at hand, and nodded slightly to the coachman:

"If you have work, how much fare do I have to pay?"

But seeing a hint of cunning on the coachman’s weather-beaten face, he squinted his eyes and replied:

"One...ah no, five pounds."

"Eh?"

Lucid couldn't help being a little surprised, so he would dare to ask for 5 pounds just for a short distance?

Although this amount of money is only a drop in the bucket for her, but at such a distance, it won't cost 5 pounds anyway.

There is no doubt that this is Zaike!

When Ke Miao first joined "Black Thorns", his weekly salary was only a few pounds, so he pulled a carriage for a few minutes. How could Hode dare to ask for 5 pounds?

Lucid couldn't help frowning, and questioned, out of breath:

"You are making a random offer! How dare you charge me 5 pounds for such a short distance?"

Upon hearing this, the coachman straightened his face, and a fierce expression appeared in his eyes.

Perhaps relying on his superiority, he said fiercely and hard:

"This is the price of Backlund! Are you a hillbilly who has never seen the world? Don't get a ride if you can't afford a fare!"

Lucid's eyebrows were frowned upon hearing this rush, and he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

Suddenly, she violently violently, grabbed the coachman by the collar, exerted force in her hand, and directly picked him up.