Upon seeing Ernes board the carriage and leave, a few bounty hunters hiding nearby immediately jumped out. Some of them weren't stingy with their upfront expenses and stopped a passing rental carriage. Some memorized the characteristics of the target carriage and attempted to circle around it through a remote and narrow path. Others rode on bicycles that they had prepared beforehand. Amidst the clanking sounds, they weaved through the gaps between the carriages and the crowd, easily tailing them.
Among them, only Xio remained calm. She remained in her spot as she watched Ernes and her companions leave.
This transportation tool, also known as a bicycle, is more useful than I imagined. It's no wonder so many bounty hunters want to buy one even if they have to save money. This can save them the cost of riding a carriage or walking time … If there are often such tracking missions, the money saved is enough to buy a new bicycle … The only problem is that there are very few of such transportation tools at present. They are all high-seating types … Xio was tempted.
At this moment, a public carriage drove over from the intersection and stopped in front of her.
Xio happened to be at a station.
Glancing at the double-decker carriage parked on the steel tracks, Xio took out a few pennies, walked up, and found a seat by the window.
Such a public carriage had two levels and could carry nearly fifty people. It wasn't crowded, allowing Xio to easily take in the scenery outside the window.
However, she wasn't admiring the scenery. Her mind quickly outlined the target's exact appearance.
He had brown hair, bright red eyes, and deep facial features. His nose bridge was so high that it was a little deformed. He held an oil painting album in his hand.
With her Beyonder senses as a Sheriff, as well as the fact that there wasn't much distance between them, Xio vaguely grasped the target's current location and predetermined direction.
Therefore, she remained very calm. She even took off her cap and combed her slightly coarse and stubborn blonde hair while facing the window.
After passing an unknown number of stations, Xio suddenly got up and walked down after the public carriage stopped once again.
This was the Baekeland Bridge area. She sensed that the target had already changed directions and was prepared to head for the bridge.
Xio immediately walked quickly, planning on turning a corner to enter another street and board the public carriage that headed for the south bank of the Tussock River.
She was lucky. Just as she arrived at the platform, the public carriage drove over.
Xio silently heaved a sigh of relief and took out the other few pennies she had prepared. She was increasingly tempted to buy a bicycle.
The tracked carriage was very crowded, but Xio relied on her authority as an Arbiter to easily pass through the crowd. She went up to the second floor and found a spot.
The carriage slowly moved forward as Xio casually looked out the window. Her gaze suddenly froze.
She saw Sherman, whom she couldn't find before!
The young man who thought he was a woman was carrying a paper bag with several long loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers into a narrow alley.
His shoulder-length brown hair had grown a lot longer, and his gray striped pants were a little tight.
Although his figure disappeared in a flash, making it impossible for ordinary people to determine it, as a Sheriff, Xio easily made a definite judgment.
Sherman checked out of his rented room in East Borough and moved here? Seeing that he was fine and that she was tailing her target, Xio suppressed the urge to jump out of the carriage and chase up to him to ask about the recent situation.
…
Sherman carried the paper bag with many long loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers as he passed through the alley and streets. After making a huge detour, he entered an apartment. He went up the narrow staircase to the third floor, took out his key, and opened the door to his apartment.
He seemed to possess pretty good anti-tracking skills.
With a creak, the door opened. Sherman's eyes suddenly lit up as he saw a girl in a black dress.
The girl had a sweet and gentle face and an indescribably wonderful figure. Even though she was standing by the window, blocking the sunlight and making her appear dark, she seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, making her appear even more holy and beautiful.
"Why are you here?" Sherman first stared at her in surprise before he couldn't help but size her up.
His inconspicuous Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
In the next second, he suddenly turned his head and looked to the side, as though he didn't dare to look straight at her.
"T-Ma 'am Trissy …" Sherman stammered as he addressed her.
Trissy's smile slowly bloomed, brightening up the dimly lit room. Then, she asked in a slightly teasing tone, "Why are you here?
"Why can't you look at me?"
"I-I don't know. I like … like men. W-why do I have so many strange thoughts when I see you …" Sherman continued looking to his side as he stuttered.
Trissy's expression turned a little complicated. Then, she smiled as though nothing had happened.
"Women will also appreciate beautiful and charming men of the same species."
She paused for a moment before saying,
"I came here today because I have a mission for you. Your initial progress was very fast, and I was very satisfied, but it seems to have stagnated recently. "
Sherman's face immediately revealed a look of fear as he subconsciously took a step back.
"I-I don't think there's a need to do that …"
Seeing that Trissy didn't retort, Sherman's words gradually became smoother.
"I really can't instigate others to steal, rob, or kill. That's just too evil, too despicable!
"Even the people you asked me to assassinate in the beginning, I now feel that I've gone overboard. Although they did scold me, beat me, discriminate against me, spread bad things about me, and used all sorts of methods to harm me to obtain happiness, their actions didn't reach the point of needing to use their lives to pay for it."
Trissy wasn't surprised at all.
"That wasn't what you said back then. You hated them and were filled with resentment towards them. Once you obtained Beyonder powers, you couldn't wait to take revenge on them. I only mentioned it briefly, and you planned many assassinations. I always remember you covered in blood, trembling, and feverishly satisfied."
As Sherman listened, he couldn't help but retreat until he reached the door that had been closed at some point in time. He covered his face with his hands and shouted,
"No!
"I have nightmares every night. I dream of them surrounding me, chasing me, biting me …"
Pa! A paper bag fell to the ground, and many long loaves of bread fell out. A stack of newspapers fell right next to them.
"This is normal." Trissy calmly interrupted Sherman's words. "This is a stage of psychological transformation that assassins have. Think about it. When those people bullied you in the past, didn't you wish you could kill them?"
"… Yes." Sherman hesitated for a moment.
Trissy chuckled softly.
"Just treat it as you resisting when you were being bullied, which resulted in you killing them."
Her words had a tone that made people willing to listen and believe her. Sherman quickly calmed down and nodded.
"Now that I think about it, it's indeed much better …"
Upon hearing this, Trissy's dimples appeared as she added playfully, "Besides, they weren't your match when they were alive.
"Moreover, they weren't your match when they were alive, so what's there to be afraid of when they're dead?
"Even if they become ghosts or ghosts, it's nothing. As long as you seriously complete the ritual and consume the potion, you can burn all those souls to death!"
"But — but I can't bear to watch other people become ugly, crazy, and vicious because of my instigation." Sherman was still rather reluctant. "But — but I can't bear to watch other people become ugly, crazy, and vicious because of my instigation.
Trissy curled the corners of her mouth indiscernibly as she said without changing her smile, "That's the evil thoughts they have to begin with.
"That's the evil thoughts that they already have, and it has nothing to do with you. Even without you, at certain times and places, these evil thoughts can still erupt.
"Also, the missions I arranged for you are all related to gangs. Don't you know what those people are like? To make them fight among themselves and kill each other is a form of mercy and mercy for you and the innocent residents of East Borough like you. "
Sherman subconsciously opened his mouth, but just as the words were about to come out, he swallowed them back.
He instantly fell silent.
Trissy swept a glance at him and continued softly, "You're only one step away from your final goal.
"You are only one step away from your final goal. As long as you complete the remaining 'ritual', you will be able to drink the third potion and completely turn into a woman.
Then, you can leave Baekeland as a girl and head to Midseashire or Desi County to start a new life. You won't have anything to do with anything here. Yes, you'll definitely be filled with charm. You'll be pursued by many outstanding men, and you'll choose the one you're most satisfied with and like the most to enter the hall of marriage. You'll give birth to lively children and educate them to grow up healthily. You'll take them skiing in Winter County, to Desi Bay for a vacation, to the hunting grounds to enjoy the entertainment that only nobles have …
"Didn't you say that you're willing to give up everything to find yourself?"
Sherman's lips quivered a few times as he pursed them tightly for a moment before opening them bit by bit.
"Ma 'am Trissy, I understand. I-I will do as you say."
After saying that, he seemed to lose all his strength. He staggered and was about to collapse. He subconsciously reached out his hand to hold the coat rack beside him.
During this process, his gaze naturally swept across the stack of newspapers on the ground.
The stack of newspapers had already spread apart, revealing a certain piece of news in the middle.
"… A tycoon from Desi, Mr. Dawn Dantès, intends to acquire Larivi Steel Company. He believes that it has rather good profitability and development prospects …"
…
"Sir, do you really wish to acquire Larivi Steel Company?" 160 Böklund Street. His valet, Enuni, asked on his way upstairs.
Dawn Dantès shook his head and said with a smile, "This news is purely fabricated.
"This news is purely fabricated. I've only met the owner of the Larivi Steel Company, Mr. Phil Larivi, once at a ball last week and had a short chat."
Butler Walter heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. Then, he reminded him.
Following that, he added, "Sir, Larivi Steel Company is indeed seeking a buyer. There are quite a number of interested parties."
In other words, Phil got the reporters to release the news so as to sell it for a better price? Klein nodded in thought and entered the half-open room with the balcony. He planned on entering the world above the gray fog and using Enuni's prayer light to observe Hazel's family for any abnormalities.
This was something he had been doing for the past few days.
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