After being told to stop, what suddenly occurred to Clence's mind was that it was as if he had never heard this sentence before. His buttocks were still aching, and he seemed to be planning to tell himself that if he took Archibald with him, It may make what you may encounter worse.
Krens slowly turned around with a stiff expression, looking at Hayden's eyes that did not allow him to object, he still gritted his teeth and reached out to take it, and then Director Al was waiting aside. With a questioning expression on his face, he walked out of the pocket watch shop on Valco Street.
Watching the two Krens who had walked away from the door of the pocket watch shop, Hayden slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around and picked up the coat on the coat rack, and looked towards him thoughtfully. Walking in the opposite direction to Krens.
Walking on this familiar yet unfamiliar street, and holding Archibald, a magical object that didn't seem to have a good impression of him, Clence felt that his steps were heavy, and then he looked up at Ai, who was much taller than him. Director Er, after all, his current identity is his so-called assistant. It was his first time to take the initiative to contact this kind of incident. He was at a loss and asked: "Mr. Al, where are we going?"
Hearing this, Al lowered his head and glanced at Krens, who barely reached his chest and abdomen, and the dog he was holding, and said to him seriously: "Smeyaka Street, this is the victim who appeared last night. The place of
"Smeyaka Street", Krens searched for the information he knew about this street in his memory. This is an area where nobles live in the north of Cologne. There are people like Krens there. It was a restricted area for people, so that he only knew the name there in his memory, but had never tried to enter that area.
After waiting on the side of the road for a while, a taxi slowly stopped in front of the two of them. After all, walking from Smeyaka Street to Valk Street would really waste too much time, and now Director Al The anxious expression on his face was obviously very urgent.
At Al's signal, Kerens held Archibald and got into this ordinary taxi. This made him feel very strange as he had never ridden in such a carriage and needed to be pulled by horses. After all, he had never ridden in such a carriage before. The means of transportation are all kinds of vehicles.
He has never ridden in a real carriage, but what disappoints Krens is that the decaying smell coming from the car makes him feel unpleasant, and it is also very bumpy, without any shock absorption measures. He was relying on his own butt to resist, and the roads in this world were paved with gravel slabs and full of all kinds of unevenness, which made him feel like he was riding in a classic car without any suspension function.
During the extremely bumpy time in the car, Krens asked casually: "Mr. Al, do you have any clues now?"
Al replied to Krens with a wry smile: "The clues we have so far are that the targets targeted by the other party are all teenagers, males, and they are not too old or short in height."
Listening to the adjectives spoken by Al, Krens's pores shrank for a moment, and he thought to himself, "Combined with the image Mr. Al said, how can he be very similar to himself?"
Thinking of this, Kerens couldn't help but shudder, as if he had returned to the night when he was almost sacrificed by John Randall. Then he looked around at the crowd outside the car window, preparing to leave immediately if something went wrong.
And the poor Director Al sitting on the side certainly didn't expect that the assistant he had paid a high price to find was actually thinking about being the first to escape when in danger.
After a few minutes of journey, the border that Krens could see from the taxi slowly changed. It gradually lost the dirty smell and became much neater and cleaner. It seems that there are two different worlds from Valk Street. Seeing such a serious polarization due to status, Kerens couldn't help but feel a sigh of relief.
The taxi that was riding like this stopped before it officially entered Smeyaka Street and did not continue to move forward because the nobles here felt that their broken taxi would pollute their air, "Oh , Goddess above, the food and meat you eat are not grown and raised by civilians."
At Al's signal, Krens jumped off the carriage and immediately walked into the area with Archibald in his arms. When he came outside, Krens took a deep breath of air. Although there is still a trace of residual smell lingering on the tip of the nose, there is no longer the familiar odor.
As he walked, Krensi looked at the surrounding environment and found that the flow of people on this street was pretty good. Although it was still a little sparse, there were dozens of households. Many of them were very gorgeously dressed and did not look good. Like ordinary people, and when Kerens was observing, he also saw a lot of guards. Each of these guards was burly, maybe they were bodyguards hired by some nobles.
On both sides of the street, there are also various shops, selling all kinds of things, as well as potions and some miscellaneous daily necessities.
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A carriage with a crossed sword and tulips engraved on it slowly stopped in front of Al and Krens, seemingly waiting for them.
The coachman opened the door of the carriage, revealing a man wearing black clothes, short hair, and a peaked cap that covered his entire face, making it difficult to see his appearance.
The man got off the carriage, came to Al and Krens, and said to them sadly: "Director Al Mantes, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer as soon as possible."
The man's attitude made Kerens frown. He had already guessed the identity of the other person. He was probably a noble, and not an ordinary noble. After all, Al Mantes was only a commoner. Director, but ordinary nobles would still give him some face.
Just as Kerens had guessed, Al's grumpy temper was not angry because of the other party's attitude. Instead, he bowed respectfully and responded: "Your Excellency, regarding the accident involving your nephew Harvey Micah, We will definitely give you an explanation, which is something none of us want to see."
"Viscount"? For the man whom Al respected so much, Kerens never thought that the man would actually be a viscount. Although the title was just a name without actual power, the title often also meant wealth and ancestral generosity, which made Kerens couldn't help but take it a little seriously. After all, this time he was the nephew of a viscount, perhaps another nobleman in the future.
Hearing Al's answer, the viscount did not appreciate Al's respectfulness. He snorted coldly and said: "I don't need any explanation, I just want the answer to this matter. Your efficiency is really too great." Sorry, my nephew died and you still haven't figured out who did it."
In response to the viscount's accusation, Al could only make himself appear more humble, and continued to bow and reply: "Your Excellency, we will definitely find out this matter, and then bring the murderer to justice. Please forgive me a little." a period of time".
The viscount's eyes suddenly turned to Krens who was standing aside. Looking at the black-haired boy holding a dog, he asked angrily: "Who is he?"
Just when Kerens was about to answer, Al jumped in front of him. Worried that he would offend the viscount in front of him, he said respectfully: "He is the assistant I invited. Please believe me, he is very professionalism".
However, Al's words obviously did not satisfy the viscount. His eyes immediately became dismissive after seeing the clothes Clence was wearing and Archibald holding in his hands. He said in a cold voice: "Mr. Al Mantes, what I hope is that you can solve the unrest in Cologne City as soon as possible, not be a nursery."
Under this seemingly endless blame, Archibald, who was not noticed, seemed to be impatient with the Viscount, and then suddenly barked at him.