Outside the kitchen, a young man of twenty-five or twenty-six walked in. He had short, slightly curly brown hair, a shy demeanor, and was dressed in a suit, holding a revolver.
He cautiously poked half his body in, and just then, Willis, who was clinging to the wall like a gecko, pounced.
A sharp dagger was fully plunged into the young man's back, causing him to let out a scream.
"No!"
A cry of alarm rang out from outside the door.
Willis, having succeeded with one strike, landed on the ground and immediately bent down to roll forward.
Bang, bang, bang!
Where he rolled, wood splinters flew, and the kitchen floor was blasted with several bullet holes.
Willis took the opportunity to look out of the kitchen, seeing a cold-tempered man with thin lips rushing in with a gun, continuously firing.
Utilizing the all-around enhancements gained after the ritual, Willis either rolled, jumped, or lunged forward, evading the enemy's attacks with unusually agile movements.
The opponent's bullets either slammed into the wall, hit the window, or violently collided with kitchen utensils like iron pots.
Click~
Finally, the opponent's bullets ran out.
Willis seized this opportunity, kicked off the ground, and immediately made a large forward leap, crossing the kitchen space and pouncing on the enemy at the door.
The opponent abandoned the revolver, clenched his fist, and swung it at Willis's temple with a whoosh.
Willis did not dodge, allowing the opponent to strike him, while simultaneously turning his body, bending his elbow, and raising his forearm to smash into the enemy's chin.
The brief but explosive power gained from the ritual instantly erupted, causing the black-haired, blue-eyed man to stumble, his body recoiling from the force, blood already flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Willis closed in, his fists raining down, heavy punches striking the opponent's body one after another, and crisp cracking sounds filled every corner of the kitchen.
Clap, clap, clap! Bang, bang, bang!
Amidst the fierce and swift attacks, Willis kicked the opponent flying, while calmly pulling out a revolver and pointing it at the enemy's chest.
He pulled the trigger!
With a gunshot, the pale-skinned man who was just getting up suddenly had blood gushing from his chest.
Willis's lips curved into a smile, and just then, what he saw before his eyes suddenly shattered, like a mirror smashed to pieces!
He found himself still standing at the desk in the bedroom, with his maintained weapons still on the table; he had not gone to the kitchen, he had not performed the ritual, and he had not yet received the full enhancements!
Then.
A violent, sharp pain behind his head, and Willis instantly lost consciousness.
Looking at the man lying on the ground, with blood gradually appearing on the back of his head, the Corpse Collector Frye then put down the revolver grip he had used as a hammer; he had just used this to knock Willis out.
Before this, Willis had been standing still, as if asleep.
This was Lewis's credit; the captain had pulled the target into a dream, making Willis have a dream.
The truth was, Frye was unharmed, and Warren was also standing beside him, holding a gun and remaining vigilant.
In the corridor outside the apartment room, Lewis then lowered the hand that had been pressing his brow, opened his eyes, and walked into the bedroom.
Glancing at Willis lying on the ground, the captain said softly, "Take him away. Perhaps from him, we can dig out more information about the Aurora Order."
So Frye carried Willis, and the three gentlemen left the apartment, while the residents on that floor would not wake up for several more minutes.
Leaving the building and getting into the carriage, Lewis then looked up, scanning his surroundings.
"What's wrong, Captain?" Warren asked nervously, "Found an accomplice?"
"No."
Lewis shook his head, got into the carriage, and closed the door, "Probably just a feeling."
He said nothing more.
The carriage quickly left the street.
Until the carriage was out of sight, in a building opposite the apartment where the incident occurred, Lex finally shifted his gaze from the window.
"I didn't expect to run into an old friend," he smiled, preparing to leave.
When he 'met' Willis in the guise of an old man, Lex had stolen the thought of sending a letter from the other party and 'stolen' that letter into his possession.
Besides the abilities listed in the appraisal information, Mrs. Christie also possessed the ability to steal ordinary items, and as long as the distance was close enough, he could steal whatever he wanted.
However, this ability could not steal mystical items like the thief finger; for some unknown reason, the Mysterious Book did not display information about this ability.
After stealing the letter, Lex sent it to Zouteland Street, to the Black Thorns Security Company. After doing all this, he returned here, continuing to monitor Willis before the Night Watchers took action, to prevent him from doing anything unfavorable to the Moretti family.
Now that Willis had been taken away by the Night Watchers, there was nothing to worry about.
Through the Enki Town incident, Lex felt that Lewis was still trustworthy. With him around, the Moretti family would not suffer at the hands of the Aurora Order.
Lex exhaled, tidied his clothes, and left the building.
He took a public carriage to Red Moon Street and walked into Hardy's pie shop.
The pie shop was open as usual today, and the old man in a chef's hat seemed to have just finished working, resting on a chair and drinking coffee.
Hearing footsteps, he said without turning his head, "Help yourself to the food."
"I'm here to say goodbye," Lex cleared his throat with a fist and said with a smile.
The old man's eyebrows twitched, and then he stood up, adjusting his hat, "You're leaving, Rayleigh?"
"Yes, sir."
Lex had a polite smile on his face and subtly said, "I have a general understanding of Ms. Britney and your family's story. It would be even better if I could see your father's diary."
Hardy took off his hat and scratched his hair, "I do remember having collected that diary, but there's too much clutter at home, and I can't find it right now. If I find it, I can write to tell you."
"Is that so? Thank you very much. However, there's no need to specially write; I will be returning to Tingen again soon, and I will visit you then."
Hardy readily agreed, and after exchanging a few more pleasantries with the old man, Lex bought a bag of desi pies and took his leave.
He took the pies to the safe house, but Nafi wasn't there, so he placed the paper bag containing the pies by the door and left a farewell letter he had written last night.
"That's all for now."
"Next, I can return to Yedgar."
Backlund.
Fors was organizing her materials, preparing to start writing a new novel. Suddenly, a dense gray fog surged before her eyes, and in the depths of the gray fog, there was a high-seated chair.
Sitting on the chair was The Fool.
"The Chariot has found the spirit eater's pouch for you. His asking price is 400 pounds. Are you willing to accept?"
Mr. Chariot found the spirit eater's pouch? He's so efficient; it's only wednesday today!
400 pounds, so expensive.
Fortunately, I have 430 pounds in savings. Gritting her teeth, Fors respectfully said, "Respected Mr. Fool, I am willing to accept. I need that Material."