Based on the current situation, Lex quickly made a judgment: someone was chasing this big boy, and there were quite a few of them.
He immediately pointed towards another alley across the street and whistled.
The big boy with crimson eyes looked over, saw Lex, saw the direction he was pointing, nodded, and rushed towards the alley on the other side of the street.
Lex, meanwhile, twirled his cane and walked towards where the boy had just emerged.
He was very satisfied with Detective Zreal's efficiency and had a good impression of this clever big boy, so he didn't mind helping him out.
As he walked towards the alley entrance, a figure rushed out of the alley, and Lex directly collided with him, then cried out and fell to the ground.
At this point, he clearly saw that the person who had knocked him down was a lean, capable man with dark skin and sunken eyes.
Highlander?
Zmanger gang?
From the previous incident where Lynn was kidnapped, Lex already had some understanding of people with this appearance, so he could quickly make a judgment.
The man who knocked him down glanced at Lex and was about to leave, but his foot was hooked by the cane.
Lex, like a true gentleman, said angrily, "Stop! You knocked me down, and you think you can leave without even an apology?"
A fierce Glaint flashed in the capable man's eyes, as if he wanted to resort to violence, but he was preoccupied with the boy, so he just pulled his foot free and was about to leave.
But there was no sign of the boy on Rose Street.
He then suddenly looked at Lex again and forcefully pulled Lex up from the ground: "Did you see a teenage boy, wearing an old overcoat? Oh, and his eyes are red, very easy to recognize."
Lex showed a mocking smile: "Do you think I'd tell you? Tell someone who just knocked me down a few seconds ago and wouldn't even offer an apology?"
"You!"
The capable man felt a surge of anger and almost hit him, but finally, suppressing his rage, he uttered, "I'm very sorry, sir, did you see that boy?"
Lex looked at the hand that was still gripping his clothes: "Is that your apology? An insincere apology? Do you think I'd forgive that?"
The man in the black jacket and semi-tall top hat already had bloodshot eyes, but Lex chuckled, "What, you want to hit me?"
"Of course, an ill-mannered person like you can only resort to violence when faced with a problem, because your mind can't hold anything else besides violence."
"Come on, hit me."
"Hit me here, put some strength into it, don't be like a little girl. Of course, if you harm me, as a Law-abiding citizen, I will use the weapon of the Law to protect myself."
"I remember there's a Police Station not far from here; the gentlemen there should get me justice."
"Get lost."
Suppressing the urge to strike, the lean man forcefully pushed Lex away and signaled to a few of his subordinates: "Let's chase."
Watching them blindly chase to the other end of the street, Lex smiled, tidied his clothes, and then walked to Lynn's house.
On monday morning, the huge whistle almost deafened Lex, and at that moment, he realized that perhaps having overly sensitive hearing wasn't always a good thing.
At Backlund's steam train station, a steam train, pulled by a massive locomotive with intricate mechanical structures and dragging over twenty carriages, was slowly pulling into the station, heading towards the platform.
On the platform, Lex, dressed in a black tailcoat, a semi-tall silk top hat, and carrying an exaggerated leather suitcase filled with various items, including the katana ''Devil May Cry'', stood.
Beside him, Arbiter Cromwell smiled and said, "Happy days are always fleeting, no matter when, it's always like this."
"I really don't want to say goodbye to you, my friend. When you get back to Tingen, remember to write to me if you have time. If you ever have a chance to come to Backlund again, be sure to look me up."
Lex reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, saying, "I will. Tell Lynn goodbye for me."
After speaking, he smiled, then turned around, carrying the large leather suitcase, and walked steadily towards the train. After his ticket was checked, he boarded one of the carriages.
He sat down in his assigned seat, placed the suitcase on the luggage rack, and then, after a slight adjustment of his clothes, settled in.
Looking out the window, Cromwell waved from the platform, then turned and left.
In the distance, the morning fog obscured the sunlight, turning distant objects into blurred silhouettes.
Lex let out a breath.
Goodbye, Backlund.
However, I will come again.
From Backlund to Tingen City, it only took about four hours by steam train, so Lex returned to Tingen City by noon.
Leaving Backlund, which had made Lex somewhat accustomed to the foggy weather of the 'City of Ten Thousand Capitals', he stepped off the train and saw the vast, clear sky with hardly a cloud, feeling a bit unaccustomed to it.
It was already mid-September, and the autumn chill was strong in Tingen City; even with the bright sun, a gust of autumn wind still felt cool.
If it were winter, it would probably be even colder here. I'm starting to miss Enki Town.
Lex carried his suitcase out of the bustling station, hailed a hansom cab, and returned to Violet Hotel.
When he got out of the carriage, Lex had already removed his fake beard and all disguises, returning to his original appearance.
As he arrived at his room, before he even knocked, he heard the voice of his bodyguard, Gru, from inside.
"When is the Master finally coming back? It's been two weeks. If he doesn't come back soon, my weight will be out of control."
"If you didn't eat so much ice cream every day, and consumed less sugar. Trust me, Mr. Gru, you'd be very healthy." This was the voice of the valet, Matthew.
Lex smiled faintly, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.
A moment later, the door opened, and the gray-haired, dark-skinned valet habitually said, "Good afternoon, may I... Master, Master, you're finally back."
"Yes, I'm back." Lex offered the valet a smile.
He briefly recounted his experiences in Backlund to Matthew and Gru.
Of course, most of it was fabricated by Lex himself.
Afterward, Lex walked into the bedroom.
A voice rang out.
"Oh my God."
"Am I seeing things?"
"You're finally back! I thought you died out there. Why do you look so bad, like a stupid bird whose mate was stolen? Oh, worse than that, wait."
"What are you doing? Don't throw it over here."
Inside the birdcage, the parrot Grego flapped its wings, trying to get as far away as possible from the glove Lex had thrown into the cage.
"Seeing you so energetic, I'm relieved. But you seem a bit over-excited, I think it's due to too much sugar intake."
Lex looked at the parrot in the cage with a beaming smile, "So you see, canceling dinner and tomorrow's breakfast would be a good idea."
"No!"
The parrot raised a wing and pointed its tip at Lex: "You cannot treat a noble Dragon like this. It's still not too late to change your mind. The tolerant and benevolent Lord Grego will forgive you."
"No, I can." Lex's smile was bright, "Who told me I'm your owner, right?"