1st Black Street.
Schmidt, Simones, and Charles were sitting opposite Kieran. Ellie Jones and Raul and Cidney were standing on the other side.
Everyone's eyes were on Kieran, who looked calm and collected.
The atmosphere was heavy.
Schmidt was the first to speak.
"2567, didn't you notice the danger before you?
Or do you have other plans?
The outsider has left. Can you tell us now? "
Schmidt kept asking questions.
"Yes, but I don't have other plans."
Kieran did not deny that he was an outsider.
Compared to the people who were still here, Rosland was an outsider.
"What do you mean you don't have other plans?"
Schmidt looked at Kieran in confusion.
"Simones, would you reject such an invitation?"
Kieran did not answer directly. Instead, he asked the potion master.
"Of course not!
I might not be of much use right now, but I'm not a coward. Besides, if I don't go, we'll lose the last of our traditions! "
Simones said in a firm tone.
"Oh, my God!
"Simones, tell me you're not telling the truth!"
How can this be a tradition? This is stubbornness! Stubbornness is courting death! "
Schmidt said in shock, covering his forehead with his hand.
"This is a tradition, the last tradition of the West Coast mystics. They don't fear any invitation from the East Coast, be it dangerous or safe.
After Rei was honored as the God of Earth, this became the only tradition on the West Coast.
Simones emphasized in a calm tone.
No one was surprised by Kieran's words.
It was as if everything was supposed to be.
The alchemist even nodded with a smile.
Kieran was no exception.
He had not known about this tradition at first.
However, when Simones had accepted the invitation, his face had turned serious. Kieran had some guesses.
As far as he knew, the Shepherds of Death would not do anything useless.
Simones's words had only confirmed his suspicions.
"Damn it!"
Schmidt said with a frown, rubbing his temples.
Kieran knew that Simones was not going to change his mind when he heard Kieran's calm tone.
As for the remaining people, they were all the same as the Potioneers.
Schmidt did not intend to waste any more effort in persuading him.
As for Kieran?
That look of eagerness.
He was looking forward to this invitation.
Although Kieran tried to hide it, Schmidt could still see it.
"Then what should we do?"
Given the current situation, he had no choice but to go, so he could only think about how to deal with it.
Schmidt never intended to stay out of it.
Not to mention that he had already received an invitation, even if he didn't, with his temper, he would still go when he knew that others were going.
"Rest, prepare, and then …"
"Wait for the arrival of December 1st."
"And now?"
"I hope to find some delicious food. You know, I've been eating fast food and canned food for almost two weeks. Although I can't hate the taste of food, I'll be grateful if I can have a change of taste!"
Kieran stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
Ellie Jones hesitated for a while before she hurried to catch up.
"It's good to be young!"
Simones and Charles exclaimed at the same time.
Raul and Cidney looked at each other and smiled, showing their tacit understanding.
Schmidt was the only one who was stunned.
"Hello? Hello?
Are we talking about a matter of life and death?
Is this really a good idea? "
Our police chief shouted in protest.
However, it was to no avail.
The next few days were the same.
Kieran, Ellie, Simones, Charles, and Raul and Cidney did not feel pressured at all.
Everything was normal.
Schmidt, on the other hand, was getting more and more anxious.
In the end, he was pushed out of the door by an impatient Simones.
"Aren't you looking for trouble with that black market merchant?
Now is the time! "
The Potioneers' words echoed in Schmidt's ears. He looked at the closed door and shook his head in a self-deprecating manner.
"Fine! Alright! "
Who asked me to be an unqualified mystical individual? "
Schmidt muttered to himself as he quickly left 1st Black Street.
He could tell that everyone seemed to have something to rely on, which was why they were so calm.
However, the calmer they were, the more agitated he became.
Because …
He did not have a trump card that he could bring out.
"Damn it!
Do I really have to order a rocket launcher from that guy?
Even if I had a rocket launcher, I wouldn't stand a chance against those people! "
Schmidt pondered as he walked towards the black market merchants.
The more he thought about it, the less confident he was.
This made our police chief feel powerless.
However, he still noticed the figure that had appeared in front of him.
"Who is it?"
Schmidt asked cautiously, his right hand gripping the handle of his gun.
"I mean no harm!
"I'm just a messenger."
Please forgive me for not being able to deliver the client's letter to the Bird of Death. Your place is too dangerous. "
After saying that, the figure waved his hand.
A letter with a white cover fell into Schmidt's coat pocket.
Before Schmidt could sigh at the figure's skill, the figure vanished in a flash.
"A letter for 2567?"
Schmidt picked up the letter and looked at the blank envelope.
He had no idea what the figure was up to.
He knew he had to pass the letter to Kieran.
However, Schmidt had only taken two steps when he was stopped again.
He looked at the person in front of him.
Schmidt's jaw dropped in shock, his face filled with disbelief.
"It's been a while, Schmidt!"
The figure greeted him.
…
Time passed day by day.
When the first of December arrived, a heavy snow fell all of a sudden.
It started at dawn and lasted all the way until sunset.
The sky did not clear up at dusk.
The sky was dark and gloomy. Naturally, there was an oppressive feeling that made it hard for people to breathe.
Plus the snow on the ground, the number of people on the streets was decreasing rapidly.
Before 6 o 'clock, there were only a few people left on the streets.
However, even these people seemed to be in a hurry.
They did not want to linger on the snow-covered streets in the cold wind.
Ding Dong!
A crisp ringing of a bell abruptly appeared on the street.
It sounded like the most pleasant music, attracting people's attention.
The pedestrians were surprised to see two four-wheeled wagons with four horses galloping across the street.
Despite the thick snow on the ground, the two wagons did not slow down at all.
The pedestrians praised the wagoner's skillful driving skills when they saw the fast and steady running of the wagons.
However, some of the sharper ones noticed that the horses and the wagons were different.
However, they couldn't tell exactly what was different about it.
The wagons disappeared at the end of the street under the pedestrians' gazes and drove into 1st Black Street.
The two wagoners stopped the wagons in front of the iron gate.
They jumped off the wagon, rang the doorbell, and stood aside with their heads bowed.
Two minutes later …
Kak!
The gate of the house further away opened.
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