Chapter 170
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"Is it her?" Dean's eyes flashed as he recalled the smell from the carriage. After a moment, he moved towards the direction of the smell.
An hour later.
Dean followed the traces left by the smell and came to a nearby town. The streets here were relatively dirty. Some dark alleys along the way were filled with rats. There were few people in the shops on both sides of the street.
Dean stopped in front of a huge manor on the edge of the town. He saw the carriage that had passed behind him was parked in the corner of the manor. Nearby the carriage, there were seven or eight other carriages. Judging from the shape, they were not professional carriages used on the street, but privately built vehicles. The fabric and the size of the structure were different.
Dean stood in the corner and looked at the manor. He soon noticed that the lawn of the manor was extremely clean. There were four guards at the door. Behind the other walls of the manor, there was a fixed smell floating back and forth along a fixed route. It should be the patrolling guards of the manor.
Dean carefully looked at it and thought: "Sure enough, it is her!" He walked around the town and soon found a tailor's shop. He went inside and said to the boss: "Make me a robe. I want it now."
The boss was a curly-haired woman. When she saw a guest come in, she warmly greeted him and said: "Please sit down. The robe is very convenient. It will be ready soon."
Dudian nodded.
He looked around the shop and suddenly smelled a faint fishy smell. He looked at the direction of the smell. It came from the wall behind the tailor's shop. It was extremely hidden. He could not help but be startled. He looked at the curly-haired woman unconsciously.
The curly-haired woman turned around and asked: "What color do you want?"
Dean's eyes slightly moved: "Black. Linen will do."
"Good!" The curly-haired woman turned around and picked out a piece of black cloth. She took out a pair of scissors to cut it. In this era, mechanical energy had not yet been used. Naturally, the sewing machine had not been invented.
Dean silently looked at the back of the curly-haired woman. Suddenly, he found that the color of her nails was light red, and there were some residue in the gap. With his eyesight, although they were separated by a few meters, he could clearly see that these residue were minced meat!
"Is it a murderer? Or an alchemist of the Life Faction? " Dean was shocked. He didn't expect to encounter such a thing in a tailor's shop in this small town. Thinking of the many carriages parked in front of the manor, he faintly felt that he had entered an incredible alchemy stronghold.
After a moment, the curly-haired woman handed the black robe to Dean: "Please put it on and see if it fits."
Dean didn't wear it but looked at it: "Not bad." After paying, he picked up the black robe and left. As for the mask, although the shop sold it, he gave up on buying it. Otherwise, it would be too weird to wear a black robe and a mask. If the other party was also an alchemist, they would probably guess his identity and leave information about his face.
Dean went to other shops in the town and bought ink, pens, plush dolls, masks, flowers and other things.
He came to a small hotel and threw the plush doll to the side. He dipped the pen in ink and drew an alchemy tattoo on his chest. After a moment, the previous black cross tattoo was branded on his chest again. He asked the boss for some coal in the room and dried the ink on his chest. Then he crushed the flowers and smeared the juice on his chest. He pulled off the remaining petals and threw them into the inner layer of his underwear.
Finally, he left the hotel with the black robe and mask.
Back to the manor, Dean took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him and put on the black robe and the white cat mask he bought. Then he walked towards the manor.
"Who are you?" Four guards noticed Dean and stopped him when he came close.
Dean said: "Get out of the way."
When the four guards heard the unyielding voice behind the white cat mask, they looked at each other. One of the guards retracted the coldness on his face and said in a low voice, "Do you have an invitation?"
Dean frowned and thought for a moment: "I didn't bring it."
"You didn't bring it?" The four guards were surprised and their faces turned cold: "Please leave. This is private property. No one is allowed to enter without an invitation."
Dean replied: "I'm looking for a friend. I'll have to trouble you to notify her. She just came over. Her name is Nightingale. She brought an invitation card with her. She can prove my identity."
The four guards looked at each other. One of them shook his head: "No, we are not responsible for passing messages."
Dean's voice was cold: "Don't fail to appreciate favors. You won't be able to bear the responsibility if today's event is delayed!"
The guard frowned and sneered: "Don't talk nonsense. It's just a private gathering of my master's friends. It's not a big deal. If you are long-winded, we can only use tough means to ask you to leave."
Dean didn't think that the guard would be so difficult to deal with. He could only say: "Really? How many stars does your master have? Even a mere guard is so important? "His words were filled with anger, as if he had blurted it out in a fit of rage.
The four guards' faces changed. The first guard carefully looked at Dudian: "Did you say that you are looking for Nightingale? I'll go in and help you ask if there is such a person. If there isn't, then don't blame us for being impolite! "
Dean snorted: "Tell her that she is an old friend from three years ago. Hound is looking for her."
"Hound?" Hearing this nickname, the four guards looked at Dean's face slightly relaxed. The guard immediately turned and ran into the manor.
Ten minutes later, the guard returned. His attitude became polite: "Please wait a moment. I'll help you inform her. She will be ready soon."
Dean stood quietly with his hands clasped behind his back.
After a moment, the gate of the manor was opened. A tall figure wearing an owl mask came out. She was wearing a bright dress. It seemed that she was going to a common masked party.
After a moment, Nightingale came to the door. She looked at the figure wearing a white cat mask. There was some doubt in her heart: "Are you Hound?"
Dean heard the beautiful voice. Although there were some changes compared to three years ago. It was more clean and mature, but it was still the same familiar timbre. He knew that his nose was not mistaken. He immediately said: "Mouse, Viper, Nightingale, Hound." He successively said four code names.
Nightingale was slightly startled. She pondered for a moment and said, "Can you let me see your tattoo?"
Dean nodded slightly.
The guard next to him opened the door. Dean lifted his black robe to reveal the black cross tattoo on his chest.
Nightingale heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "I didn't expect it to be you. How did you find me?"
The four guards were relieved as they saw that Dean's identity was confirmed.
Dean said: "I've been wandering in this town recently. I accidentally saw you today."
Nightingale's owl mask revealed a pair of bright eyes. She looked at Dean: "Unintentionally? I haven't seen you for three years. It's not easy to explain how you can recognize me."
Dean's mind raced as he heard her teasing tone. He scratched his head: "Well, in fact, I heard it from a friend. But I'm not sure if it's the same person. I took the risk to come here today and found out that it's really you."
Nightingale was interested: "Friend? Which friend? Tell me and I may know him. "
Dean smiled: "My friend doesn't want others to know his name. He's afraid of causing trouble. So I hope you can forgive him."
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