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Recent activities.
Still, I should first go see the rchant to finalize the work of guarding the exhibition...
Sitting in the chair at ho, Ronald stared at the slip of paper in his hands and made a decision.
From the perspective of priorities and urgency, an analysis must be made.
What I need to understand most urgently now is, of course, the truth behind the betrayal of Warden Bach Krichens and the situation involving his family’s Luer, the aftermath of the Black Mountain incident, and the whereabouts of the other two parts of the "Divine Cody," all of which are undoubtedly the top priorities.
But the problem is that Ronald has no idea where to start at the mont.
At best, he is just a civilian Caster with powers.
And Bach Krichens, as a Warden, has been active in Bermondsey for quite a long ti, a representative figure with high status and power in both the visible society and the mysterious side.
If I start investigating him...
—Let’s make an assumption.
If Ronald were to go downstairs now, find a private detective or local snake in the nearby block to commission an investigation into the issues surrounding the Warden.
Then what he would have to wait for,
Would not be when he could receive the information he needs,
But how long it would take for the Warden to get wind from the people he commissioned and co knocking on his door to cause trouble.
As for the second most important matter, it’s this slip of paper in my hand right now.
The person who delivered the ssage is aware of the Warden’s betrayal, understands my identity as the original owner, and then delivered the information to with an attitude of testing.
"..."
It’s unavoidably concerning.
Leaving the Warden’s issue aside.
Since arriving in this world, the only person who has directly confird that Ronald possesses the original is Patricia.
He doesn’t believe that Patricia has betrayed him.
So what does this organization that has sent him the secret ssage intend,
And what kind of abilities do they possess?
"..."
Pondering thus, Ronald’s attention also shifted to the slip of paper in his hand.
—The size of a banknote;
—The edges neatly cut;
—The handwriting is uniform, not faded, and as much as possible avoided personal writing habits.
The person who made this slip of paper was obviously well-prepared, leaving almost zero additional information for himself.
"..."
"Completely clueless on where to start!"
Leaning back, Ronald shifted his center of gravity, letting his body’s weight rest on the chair’s backrest, and began to sway in place.
Just as he thought,
Of the three tasks at hand, only the negotiation with the rchant is feasible.
Ronald didn’t have the habit of breaking his promise; he’d better respond according to the agreed ti.
After all, this was also an opportunity to earn an annual-salary-level inco in one go.
There was no reason to simply stand soone up.
"..."
With this in mind, Ronald swung his right hand across the tabletop.
Pat pat pat—
After a few light taps, three original volus that would drive the people of this other world to madness appeared neatly on the desk.
A piece of earthy yellow cuneiform tablet, a stack of titable archives, and a long black-covered epic.
— "Rain Mist Divine Hamr"
— "Bradshaw’s Railway Guide"
— "Divine Cody - Hell Chapter."
However, these three undoubtedly powerful originals couldn’t offer Ronald any guidance on the way forward at this mont.
Especially the "Divine Cody"...
Although ’Fury,’ ’Betrayal,’ and ’Violence,’ the three powers of Hell brought with them, were all quite useful powerful abilities.
But apart from these three,
The ’Lust,’ ’Taotie,’ and ’Greed’ that I’ve collected are all highly targeted abilities, which are:
To those who indulge in Lust, unleash a Gale...
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Summoning Hellhounds to tear at Taotie...
Bringing down rolling boulders continually chasing after the greedy...
Very targeted indeed.
Ronald had no doubt that they could achieve very good effects under certain circumstances.
But with such specificity ca the likelihood of few opportunities to use them.
It was like how, after the onset of winter, Greenwich could only expect snow, not rain.
This ant Ronald had no chance to use "Rain Mist Divine Hamr" at all.
It might as well not have existed.
For the ti being, besides continuing to live in the city...
Ronald had to either go into hiding, keeping himself as concealed as possible while honestly waiting for an opportunity, knowing that, after all, if soone had issues, it was only a matter of ti before they slipped up.
The prison warden on the other end must have goals to achieve and had no reason to fold up the flags and stop.
Otherwise, Ronald had to find a job.
A job that suited his covert operations and allowed him to gather information at the sa ti.
He had to choose one of the two options.
With this in mind, Ronald waved his hand and gathered all three original texts.
He rose from his chair and stretched a long stretch.
"Ah—"
"Alright, alright, let’s go out."
He didn’t plan to dress the sa way as when he attended the banquet for a private business eting to discuss work. Picking out a simple coat to wear, Ronald didn’t intend to prepare much else.
His current physique...
To put it bluntly, even if he ran outside to play "human art" in the dead of winter, he would hardly catch a cold.
It was just a token gesture.
Pushing the door open, Ronald walked out of the apartnt.
"Mr. Ronald, you’re going out?"
At that mont, Mrs. Hudson, coming downstairs, saw Ronald and imdiately asked:
"Are you planning to co back for dinner tonight if you go out now?"
Ronald thought for a mont and imdiately replied:
"I won’t be ho for dinner tonight, just prepare so hot water for ."
"I’ve put a thermos in the room, just pour it in there."
Mrs. Hudson replied:
"No problem, I wish you a safe journey."
Hearing this response, Ronald then pushed the door and left the apartnt.
The ti was probably just past two in the afternoon, with the winter sun having just passed overhead.
Before him, the quiet street looked precisely as it should.
Apart from the occasional passing carriage, the pedestrians were sparse.
—As for Ronald’s destination.
The rchant Everton Virginia was not a local resident of Greenwich, residing in a hotel in the comrcial district. If he walked there on foot, it would take more than an hour.
"..."
Considering the profit he might make from this trip, Ronald directly hailed a rental carriage.
The driver brought the carriage to a stop in front of Ronald.
After he got in and settled down, he asked in a moderate volu:
"Sir, where would you like to go...?"
Ronald imdiately answered:
"Comrcial district, Hayward Avenue, Floral Hotel."
The driver responded loudly:
"Alright!"
Hearing the destination, the driver imdiately drove the carriage away from the street where the apartnt was located.
Sitting comfortably and at ease in the carriage,
Ronald silently compared rental carriages with modern taxis.
Although taxis undoubtedly led significantly in comfort,
being driven in a carriage by a driver,
watching the streets pass by on either side, provided a psychological experience that was quite unique...
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