Tap! Tap! Tap! The sound of footsteps echoed through the dark, narrow corridor, which was otherwise silent.

Klein kept his back straight as he kept up with the priest’s pace. He did not pose questions or chat idly with him, remaining silent like a windless body of water.

After passing through the heavily guarded passageway, the priest opened a secret door with a key and pointed down a stairwell made of stone. “Turn left at the intersection to reach Chanis Gate.”

“May Goddess bless you.” Klein gestured the sign of the crimson moon on his chest.

Commoners practiced etiquette, while the religious partook in ritual blessings.

“Praise the Lady.” The priest returned with the same gesture.

Klein did not speak further as he walked down the dark stone stairwell with the aid of the refined inlaid gas lamps on both sides of the wall.

Midway, he subconsciously turned back and saw the priest standing at the entrance. He was in the shadows and appeared like an immobile wax statue.

Klein looked away and continued to proceed down. It did not take long before he hit ground laid with ice-cold stone slabs. This led him to the intersection.

He did not turn towards Chanis Gate because Dunn Smith, who had recently finished his shift, was definitely not there.

He turned right and saw the familiar path. Klein went back up another flight of stairs and appeared inside Blackthorn Security Company.

Seeing doors that were tightly shut or half-closed, he did not rush into them. Instead, he went to the reception and saw a brown-haired girl focused on a magazine with a sweet smile.

“Hi, Rozanne.” Klein came to her side and deliberately rapped the table.

Knock! Rozanne stood up suddenly and knocked over a chair and said in a fluster, “Hi, nice weather today. Y-you, Klein, why are you here?”

She patted her chest and heaved a few sighs of relief. She was like a young lady afraid that her father had caught her skiving.

“I need to find Captain,” answered Klein simply.

“…You gave me a fright. I thought Captain came out.” Rozanne glared at Klein. “Don’t you know how to knock!? Hmph, you should be thankful that I’m a tolerant and kind woman. Well, I do prefer the term lady… Is there a reason why you are looking for Captain? He’s in the room opposite Mrs. Orianna.”

Even though he felt uptight, Klein was so amused by Rozanne he smiled. He pondered for a moment before saying, “A secret.”

“…” Rozanne’s eyes widened and while she reeled in her disbelief, Klein did a slight bow before bidding her farewell.

He went through the reception’s partition and knocked on the door of the first office on the right.

“Come in.” Dunn Smith’s deep and gentle voice sounded.

the door behind him. He took off his hat and bowed. “Good

I help you?” Dunn’s black windbreaker and hat were hanging on a clothes stand to his side. He was dressed in a white shirt and black vest. Even

is following me.” Klein honestly answered

He did not follow up on

“Yes.” Klein answered.

switched the subject back. “It might be that Welch’s father doesn’t believe the cause of

region with extremely advanced coal

notebook. Heh, we happened to be investigating

should I do?” Klein asked

he hoped that it was

his coffee mug and took a mouthful, his eyes not showing

Klein returned

with certainty. “Of course, do not scare

Klein took a deep breath and bade him farewell. He left the

and bathed in the light from the gas lamps on the two walls, he arrived silently to

of his footsteps echoed, making him sound more alone and

arrived at the stairwell. He went forward and saw

say a word when they met.

hall. The circular holes behind the arched altar were still as pure and bright, while the darkness and silence of the building’s interior remained. There were still men and women lining outside the confessional, but much fewer

with his cane and newspaper as though nothing had

familiar feeling of being observed. He felt like

surfaced

into the cathedral? Although I could have still used the dark environment and the priest to conceal my temporary disappearance, would it be hard for him to continue monitoring me by pretending to pray? If he had not done something wrong, there would be no problem walking in with an open and aboveboard manner, right? Unless the person has some

likelihood of it being a private investigator is very slim… Klein exhaled and no longer acted as nervous as he was previously. He took a casual stroll before going around and to the back

address on the door was ‘3.’ Its name was

police department’s underground shooting range was opened to the public as

of being watched vanished instantly. He took this opportunity to

he was led underground to

retrieved the revolver from his armpit holster and the

to protect himself win over his procrastination. Therefore, he could not wait to

attendant left, he flicked open the cylinder and removed the silver

top hat. He planned on practicing in his

and rolled it with

gun in both hands, raised it up straight, and aimed at

no hurry to shoot. Instead, he recalled his experience at military training 1 , how to

his aiming and his holding stance. He was as serious as

the wall and sat down on a long, soft bench. He placed the revolver to the side, began massaging his arms, and

recalling his practice before he picked up the revolver with the

His arm trembled as his body moved back from the recoil. The bullet missed

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