'Lucky me hehe~ If Old Neil hadn't asked me I would have just snuck out and followed them on my own. I did buy that very suspicious-looking cloak for this exact reason. I'm quite sad I won't use it, but... There will be more opportunities in the future.'
At dusk, the setting sun cast long shadows of the carriages and horses. Irina and Klein headed to the harbor with Old Neil on a public carriage.
The Seer was dressed in cheap formal attire while Irina wore a simple long dark dress, different from her usual highly intricated and heavily decorated outfits.
When the sunlight appeared to turn fiery, the carriage stopped. Old Neil, in his usual classic black robe and felt black hat with a rounded edge, ignored the gazes of others and walked diagonally to the Evil Dragon Bar ahead of them.
Klein seemed to hear something from the tightly shut doors while Irina remained deaf to any sort of sound. Only when they got close did she finally hear wave after wave of rapturous shouts.
The Seer seemed to suddenly sense something as he turned his head towards the warehouse opposite the bar. A stocky man dressed in a uniform was standing in a hidden corner on the rooftop.
Irina, having paid much attention to Klein's action during the whole trip, followed his movement and turned her head in the same direction. Her gaze landed on the man, he carried a huge grayish-white mechanical box and held a thick rifle in his hand.
'Damn. That looks like quite the weapon.'
The grayish-white mechanical box was obviously connected to the same-colored rifle via piping.
Klein muttered in shock- Steam-pressured rifle?
Irina followed his lead- Looks like it. But don't take my word for it, I'm no professional.
The Seer then looked at Old Neil and said- This bar can actually obtain such weapons?
Old Neil asked puzzled- What?
He then squinted his eyes as he looked over, having a confused look as well- Did something happen here?
Klein surveyed his surroundings and Irina followed his lead, they discovered a few more men holding repeating rifles who appeared to be searching for something.
'Gosh, I already forgot what they were searching for. If I don't remember, it shouldn't be important. Right?'
Old Neil approached the bar and asked the brawny man guarding its door outside- What happened?
The brawny man obviously knew Old Neil and smiled wryly- The bar was nearly destroyed earlier.
'Must be nice having connections, often visiting places and getting to know more people. Not like me, who never leaves the comfort of her bed, let alone the apartment.'
The brawny man took a small break before continuing- Apparently, a wanted man was here trying to buy materials and was recognized. And this was what resulted from it. Oh Lord, what did he do, and how dangerous was he to receive such treatment? My legs went limp seeing all those firearms, limper than after spending an entire night with Ginger Sunny!
Old Neil asked in interest- Wanted man? Do you know his name?
'Just who was it? Why can't I remember?'
The brawny man answered uncertainly- I think it was Tris or something?
'OHH! Her- no wait. Isn't she a him now?'
Klein tapped his silver-inlaid black cane- Was he caught?
'Bah, who cares. He should become a her soon enough. I hope I won't trip on her pronounce in front of any of my colleagues. Now that could be hard to explain'
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Alexandria's Keeper ~ Lord Of The Mysteries Fanfiction
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