"Let’s say goodbye here. Goodbye, Miss Ingrid."
At this mont, it’s around eight or nine o’clock in the morning. Fischer brought Ingrid, who hadn’t rested well last night, to the nearest city, a city governed by the Green Dragon Court called "Long-Ear City."
The nas given by the Green Dragon Court mostly lack depth, probably nad after certain demi-human characteristics originally living nearby. They aren’t particularly pleasant-sounding, but judging by the scale, it should be much larger than the town Fischer saw earlier, very lively.
Ingrid took a glance at the city in front of her and then helplessly turned back to look at Fischer behind her, saying,
"Uncle, exactly how far did you make run away yesterday? It’s at least fifty kiloters away from the factory we went before, right?"
"That’s also what I want to remind you about. After you go back, don’t talk about eting or going to that factory. Stay away as far as possible."
"Yes, yes, Uncle..."
Although Ingrid was eager to follow Fischer to the Red Dragon Court to interview and investigate Rafael last night, that was based on the premise of Fischer’s protection. Since Fischer refused, she certainly wouldn’t mindlessly run to the front lines of the war to conduct any investigation.
She felt a bit disappointed, but not too much.
Emhardt still looked at her vigilantly, even though she had repeatedly stated she’s not pretending to be that whatever person, just a regular Schwali journalist. Emhardt trusted no one except Fischer, having a sort of "seeing everyone as Paimon" ntality.
Ingrid said goodbye to Fischer, watching him and the book walk further and further in the wilderness until they completely disappeared from her view. Only then did she turn around, take a deep breath to find a way back to Dragon Court City, the capital of the Green Dragon Court.
"Is there a convenient carriage here... Luckily, Uncle helped hide my magic again after using it. If these Dragon Court guys found out, it wouldn’t be good. Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t be reporting; I should write a novel, write down all these bizarre things."
Ingrid wandered around Long-Ear City for quite a while, only to find that although the city was large, returning to Dragon Court City wasn’t easy. There was no public transportation here. If she wanted to take a carriage back, she’d have to spend a lot of money renting one, which could cost her several months’ salary.
Helpless, she ran to a phone station built by the Nali to make a call to her newspaper office in Dragon Court City.
Phones are indeed magical things for the demi-humans of South Continent. These things are only temporarily needed by various Green Dragon Court institutions and human enterprises, so those who co to make calls are mostly human gentlen and ladies. Occasionally, so demi-human kids, either working part-ti selling newspapers or shining shoes, would stand on the street corner peeking over, watching the humans with their magical gadgets or cigarettes.
"Where the heck are you?! Ingrid?!!"
"I... Editor Revesa, I’m in Long-Ear City now. I went out to investigate so news earlier!"
"Investigate what... Didn’t I ask you to find Mrs. Stowe’s beloved cat?"
"Reporters aren’t for finding cats, I’ve already put her missing cat’s news on the newspaper, what else do you want to do?"
"So then, what exactly did you go out to investigate?"
"I investigated a lot, I..."
Feeling indignant, Ingrid was about to say sothing, but suddenly rembered Fischer’s words and then was at a loss for words,
"...Alright, I didn’t investigate anything."
"Ha! You better have sothing to show before you call again! Find your own way back from there. For a reporter, walking fifty-six kiloters is quite normal, right?!"
The call abruptly ended with Revesa’s roar, the loud sound involuntarily reminded Ingrid of his diterranean appearance.
She reluctantly slapped the phone back in place, muttering,
"Getting back on my own then, let think..."
But just as she turned her head, pondering how to return, she suddenly noticed that the surrounding crowd had retreated very far, all looking at her side with so fear.
"Da da da!"
"Everyone, clear the way!"
"It’s the Human Alliance army!"
Many soldiers dressed in gold and Gedelin Pattern, fully ard, ca from outside the city, quickly forming lines to completely block off the communication station providing phone rental services.
They raised their weapons aiming at Ingrid, shouting at her,
"Hands up!"
Ingrid swallowed a mouthful of saliva, obediently complying.
But at the sa ti, her gaze inevitably landed on her Picture Keeper, because inside the Picture Keeper, the photos she took of the factory hadn’t yet been deleted. If discovered...
How did these guys find her; she shouldn’t have revealed her face...
No, she must destroy her Picture Keeper!
But before she could act, behind the Nali army, a young man riding a white horse, clad in a grey cloak with a bow and arrow slung across his back, walked out expressionlessly.
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