In the mirror, Lex saw a diagonal wound on his shoulder. Fortunately, the wound wasn't deep and didn't require stitches. Relatively speaking, the wound on his thigh was shallower and would heal on its own even without treatment.
"I'm starting to miss Mr. Medic," Lex shrugged. If Mr. Medic were here, such minor injuries would heal instantly.
However, the current problem wasn't these minor injuries; Lex could even handle the shoulder wound himself.
The real problem lay in the Feysac people's upcoming search. That Iron-Blooded Knight should be the 'Your Excellency Shevic' the Police Station mentioned.
If that Demigod was indeed from the Feysac Empire's military, then even though Lex had escaped him, if Lex were that Your Excellency, he would order the Police Station to seal off the Town and search for suspicious outsiders.
The inn would be a key target for exclusion, and once the Police Station came knocking, Lex would find it difficult to explain his injuries.
"However, if it's just the Police Station, I have a way to deal with it." Lex quickly treated his wounds, then put on his clothes and placed a Charm in his pocket.
Thump!
Thump-thump!
Suddenly, there was a rapid and forceful knocking at the door.
"Open up! The person inside, open the door immediately!"
Before Lex could open it, with a bang, the door was violently forced open, and several Feysac police officers in uniform rushed in. Their aggressive demeanor could be compared to Enforcers.
"Why didn't you open the door immediately!" a police officer with a soft cap and a thick beard demanded loudly.
Lex raised his hand halfway, looking innocent, and said, "Officer, I was taking a nap. I was just about to open the door when I heard the knocking, but you were faster."
Another younger police officer shouted, "Stop talking, take off your clothes immediately!"
Lex looked "shocked": "Officer, may I ask why?"
"Yes, if you want to know, then come back to the Police Station with us!"
"Alright, alright, I'll take them off now."
Lex turned around, somewhat hesitantly and cautiously taking off his outer garment.
The two police officers behind him couldn't tolerate his slow pace. They rushed forward and roughly stripped Lex's clothes off one by one. In a moment, Lex was completely naked.
He hugged himself, trembling slightly in the room, whether from cold or anger. His eyes were both furious and ashamed as he cried out, "What exactly do you want!"
The two police officers' gazes swept back and forth over Lex's shoulders several times. Finally, they shook their heads, threw his clothes back to him, and said, "Don't go out casually these two days. It's best to leave here quickly, Loenese!"
The police officers pulled down their soft caps, walked out of the room, and went to knock on another guest room's door.
Lex closed the door and let out a soft breath. He glanced at his shoulder. It was still bandaged, and the wound was still there.
But in the eyes of the Feysac police just now, his shoulder had no bandages or wounds; that was the work of the 'Illusion' Charm.
Just as Lex had guessed, that Your Excellency Shevic had mobilized the Town's Police Station to search for him. The Feysac police demanded a strip search to check for new injuries on his body.
Such searches and exclusions continued for an entire day.
In the afternoon, Lex arrived at Harry's watch shop as arranged. He pushed open the door and saw a black cat jump off the counter, then poke its head out from beside it, scrutinizing him, the uninvited guest.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Rayleigh." Behind the counter, Harry, who was repairing a pocket watch, looked up at Lex and greeted him with a smile.
"Good afternoon." Lex took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, and smiled in response.
"Please wait a moment, we'll leave immediately." The Artisan tidied up his things, then threw a dried fish to the black cat in the corner, and carefully stepped over the clutter on the floor to reach the door.
After the two left the watch shop, they both pulled down their hat brims and walked quickly.
"This morning I heard an explosion. I don't know where the gas pipeline exploded, but it was truly terrifying. You see, even the Police Station on the street are more numerous than usual."
The young Artisan occasionally stole glances at the police officers passing by, and his imagination ran wild, conjuring up a drama of police chasing a master thief.
They arrived at the outskirts of the Town, and along a winding path, found a slightly dilapidated house. Above the house, the chimney was emitting strings of gray smoke.
"This is the house I found for Mr. Abbott. He converted it into a workshop. He's often not home..."
Harry pointed at the chimney on the house: "However, if there's smoke coming from there, it means Mr. Abbott hasn't gone out."
He quickly stepped forward, pushed open the wooden door, and shouted loudly, "Mr. Abbott?"
No one in the house responded, but lights could be seen on. As soon as the door opened, the circulating air created a wind that carried out a strong smell of alcohol, making Lex frown.
Following the Artisan into the house, there was no paved flooring, just sandy ground, and empty wine bottles could be seen everywhere.
The house was filled with various tools, molds, a furnace, an anvil, a sledgehammer, and other items, as well as a bellows.
Near the window, there was an old sofa, on which a middle-aged man was lying. His gray hair was untrimmed, falling in strands, and with a thick beard on his lips, he was fast asleep.
One of his hands hung from the armrest of the sofa to the ground, and an empty wine bottle slipped from his hand, making a sound. He jolted awake, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.
"Mr. Abbott, this is Mr. Rayleigh, whom I told you about." The Artisan stepped over several wine bottles on the floor and walked towards the man on the sofa.
Mr. Artisan then yawned and stood up, then found a half-finished bottle of wine, took a swig, and turned to look at Lex: "You want to use the beyonder characteristics of a 'Demon' to forge a revolver?"
"Yes." Lex nodded.
Abbott held out his calloused hand: "Where is it?"
Lex took out the glass bottle containing the beyonder characteristics, which resembled black smoke, and said in a deep voice, "This is an item worth at least 6,000 pounds. How do you guarantee that it won't be lost, or that you won't exchange it for gold coins?"
Abbott looked at Lex with his gloomy eyes, but didn't answer. He walked to a cabinet, took out a box from inside, and threw it to Lex.
Lex caught it, opened the box, and inside lay a very ordinary pair of black-rimmed glasses.
"This is?" He looked at the Artisan.
Abbott scratched his hair, looked up at the sky as if in thought, then said in a flat, recited tone: "This is an item I made not long ago, not yet named. Hmm, let's temporarily call it 'Magic Glasses'."
"How casual," Lex chuckled dryly: "What abilities does it have?"
"It's made from the characteristics of a 'Scribe' and can record and store the abilities it sees."