"That’s the man." The little boy pointed at Carter. "He’s the one that refused to pay the entry fee."
A group of n approached Carter. Each of them had a club with them.
’Ah. These must be the notorious Clock Watch gang.’
Carter wasn’t a newbie in Luandon anymore. He had heard about the Clock Watch gang. They were a group of street level criminals that terrorized the citizens of Luandon. Their boss controlled many important areas in Luandon from what he had heard.
"You refuse to obey Clock Watch’s rules, huh? Prepare to be beaten up." A goon approached Carter, tapping his club on his hand.
’I can massacre an entire race of Wolfn. Now these grunts thought they could beat ? How funny. But I am playing a character after all. I need to stick with my script.’
"I don’t want any trouble, friend. Leave and no one will get hurt."
"You’ll get hurt alright. Prepare to be smacked."
As the goons were about to approach, Carter had already pumped his Adrenaline. Shadow Apothecary was mostly human so he could use Awaken Adrenaline at any ti. These mortals were nothing to him.
Suddenly, there were gunshots behind Carter. He turned back to see a mustached man fired his revolver into the air.
"Luandon these day. Criminals are everywhere."
The goons froze in their place. The man pointed his gun at the goons.
"Scram! Unless you want so bullet holes."
"This isn’t the end, Dr. Frankenstein! We’ll know where you work!"
The Clock Watch gang ran away.
"Thank you, stranger." Carter breathed out in relief. He was acting of course.
The man approached him. Carter noticed his revolver right away. These things were new. Not many people have it.
"I was saving them. From the look of it, you can handle yourself quite well." The man said. He tucked his revolver away.
"Why would you say that?"
"I see your eyes before. Those are the eyes of killer. You’re in the military before, right?"
Carter nodded. He didn’t. But what the hell. Another layer to his character. "I was just a dic."
" too." The mustached man reached his hand out. "Doctor Jas Watson. 6th Northumberland Infantry."
Carter shook his hand. His mind was going in all directions.
’It is a little bit different from what I rember. Is there a Sherlock Hols here?’
"Dr. Victor Frankenstein, Enthrall Institute, Head of Surgeons. It’s a pleasure to et you, Dr. Watson."
"No way. You’re that famous surgeon."
Carter laughed and scratched his head, "Please. You make blush. I’m just a simple physician."
"Don’t be so humble, Dr. Frankenstein. Everyone in Luandon knows about you. It’s an honor to et such a brilliant mind."
"Likewise. I was wondering, Dr. Watson. Do you have a detective friend or sothing like that?"
"What do you an? I know a few private investigators, yes. But who exactly are you referring to?"
"Please ignore ."
’Of course. Sherlock Hols doesn’t exist in this world yet. If he did, I would have heard of him. Maybe I can beco one?’
"Just a random thought. Are you looking for a place to live? You seen like you just got off of duty."
"You’re right. I have just returned. I’m thinking of looking sowhere cheap to stay."
"Oh, really? Do you want to stay with ? Mrs. Hudson has a great flat. And it is also too big for . We can split the rent."
"That would be more than perfect!"
And Carter had officially beco a roommate with Dr. Watson. A version of Dr. Watson at ho. He didn’t have his Sherlock yet. But he already had Mrs. Hudson. Maybe in the future, Carter will make a Sherlock Hols.
The night passed by unknowingly. Dr. Watson joined Carter the very next day. Mrs. Hudson was more than happy to have another renter. More security for her in case Carter left.
A few weeks later, a caravan of carriages reached the wall of the City of Ghosts.
Thomas and Eleanor stepped down from their carriages.
"We’re here, everyone." Thomas said.
The guests exited their carriages. Each of them had a dal on them. The dal had an engraving of a cup of ’red wine’. These were the mbers of the First Generation club.
Mayor of Luandon, Oliver Jillian.
Director of Enthrall Institute, Paul Avery.
Owner of Tennant Oil Company, Joe Tennant.
Chairman of Luandon Stock Exchange Association, Terry Smith.
Owner of Anglas International Trading Company, Benedict Lockley.
Owner of New Dream Theater, Hannah Reid.
The most famous singer of Anglas, Isabella de la Cour.
They observed the long white wall running around the valley.
"Ho? This wall must cost quite a lot of pounds and efforts." Benedict Lockley pointed at the wall.
"Look at that castle. It looks like sothing from the middle age." Hannah Reid pointed at the pure white castle standing in the middle of the valley
"That is where our Prince and Princess reside. The White Castle." Eleanor said.
Thomas clapped his hands to draw the attention of the guests.
"Alright, everyone. Listen up. You will see many weird things in there. You don’t have a chance to change your mind now. So be brave. Don’t do anything rash or touch anything. Be calm. Be respectful. Our Father is a kind gentleman but he does not like to be disrespected."
Isabella frowned. She only agreed to co because Hannah said that they had the cure to aging. She still didn’t believe it. But she couldn’t turn back now.
’What did I get myself into? This is definitely a cult...’ Isabella thought to herself.
But she still followed Thomas inside. She couldn’t pass up on a chance to be forever young. This face, this perfect body, and this angelic voice shouldn’t be wasted by ti. She loved herself more than anything else. And she wanted her to be like that always.
She noticed a few wrinkles starting to show around the corners of her eyes. People were whispering. And people were hating.
Many new stars were coming up for her throne. She didn’t want to give that up just yet. She couldn’t.
The wooden bridge lowered down. A handso guard, Louis, was there to welco them. Alongside him were many Mindless Undead standing unsteadily.
Joe Tennant gasped, "Undead?!"
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