There is a small public-private shooting range behind the only Police Station in Yarnam City. It is claimed to be a shooting club. It is usually used by the police to practice shooting. It is also open to people with gun qualifications. They can earn a little extra money from membership fees and selling training bullets.
At this time, two guests, a man and a woman, were standing in front of the only 15-meter target in the shooting range. They took turns shooting and calculating the scores, as if they were having a duel.
Bang bang bang, several gunshots were fired in succession, and several craters were randomly left on the chest target in the distance. Klein Moretti, holding the revolver, was stunned and could not believe this result.
His colleague Angel Granger, who joined "Antiquities Search and Protection Company" with him, has never received such a low score!
"Sorry, I don't feel so good today."
Skillfully ejecting the still steaming empty cartridge case, Angel put the pistol aside and pushed back the long pale blond hair that fell on his chest with both hands.
This action caused the off-white coat she was wearing to slip slightly, and the clavicle of the collar of the women's shirt was looming. The light gray tight skirt stretched out a smooth waist and hip curve when she twisted her waist. Klein, who was standing beside her, stared blankly at the hourglass-like silhouette.
Looking away with difficulty, he quickly calculated the scores of the two in his mind, and was surprised to find that as long as he could perform normally and all the last six bullets hit the target, he would win today's game!
And this means that today's dinner will be selected by Klein and Angel will be in charge.
The previous few times, I was in charge. Angel always ordered those "hard dishes" that took a long time to prepare. This time I finally got my revenge... No, I can ask to go to the restaurant of City Hall Square, that's Angel It's a place that I've always wanted to go to but couldn't bear to go to. After the meal was over, I Gentlemen Gentlemen offered to pay for the meal, and finally... Klein I was thinking wildly, raised the revolver, and suddenly found that my usually steady hand was trembling a little.
Ha, Angel next to him let out a chuckle, as clear as the wind chimes hanging by his office window.
Huh... Klein took a long breath, recalling the gun-holding method and breath-holding aiming skills taught by Angel, and pulled the trigger one after another, letting the bullets jump out of the gun chamber along with his heart and shoot towards the bullseye.
Except for the first bullet that missed a little far, the rest were all in the high-scoring area. Without careful observation, Klein could be sure that his score had exceeded Angel.
He playfully raised the smoking revolver to his ear, with the muzzle pointing upward, and turned slightly sideways to look at Angel, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.
If I had a half-high silk top hat and a black trench coat, I would be more handsome if I paired it with a pair of Plano Glasses... Strange, why do I think so? Klein A strange idea came to mind.
"Awesome, awesome," Angel clapped his slender fingers together with a smile on his face, "It seems I lost today. Where are you going to have dinner?"
Before Klein blurted out the answer she had already prepared, she immediately said:
"How about we go to the Balam style restaurant next to City Hall Square?"
I was just about to say this... Klein was startled again, and suddenly noticed a trace of expectation and shyness in Angel's deep purple eyes.
No wonder Angel, who usually hits the target with almost all her guns, missed repeatedly today. No wonder she was wearing a dress that she was not used to. She offered to go to that restaurant because she wanted to... Klein felt her cheeks were a little hot, and she nodded quickly and agreed.
Until the two of them walked through the lively square and came to the restaurant selling Southern Continent-style food, Klein still felt that his steps were light and graceful.
It turns out that what I felt during this period was not an illusion, she also has a good impression of me, Klein, come on, be more perfect at the dinner table today... He was thinking in confusion, and almost collided with the three guests walking out of the restaurant.
The light-brown man with some Balam blood at the head looked at Klein warily while protecting the man and woman behind him with his hands. Then he bowed slightly to the middle-aged Gentlemen who was wearing a top hat and carrying a cane and said:
"Sir, are you okay?"
The latter waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, nodded towards Klein and Angel, and his eyes quickly returned to the breathtakingly beautiful young woman with black hair and purple eyes next to him.
It feels like he doesn't want to look away from each other for a moment. Are they father and daughter? Judging from his age, it's very possible, but some rich people also have a lot of fun... Klein cursed, thankful that the other party didn't care about her reckless move that almost knocked him down, and quickly pulled Angel and walked into the restaurant.
"Christine, I think the woman just now looks a bit like you. Are you sure you don't have any distant relatives living in this small city?"
After walking out of the restaurant, boarding the luxury carriage, and waiting for Male Servant Enyouni to drive slowly away from the square, the middle-aged Gentlemen put down his cane and said to the woman beside him with a smile.
"Every young and beautiful woman you see says this, including the round-faced local you met just now. Does she have anything in common with me, Dawn?" Christine crossed his arms and puffed up his cheeks in pretending to be angry. He then glanced at it and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, " Could it be that all the things Backlund has spread are true? Mr. Dantès likes both mature and older women, young and energetic girls, and proud ladies, and even wants to disturb a same-sex couple the Lovers who has a forbidden love?"
"Those are all rumors. You see, after I got engaged, I didn't even attend the bachelor parties at the club."
Gentlemen, who was called Dawn, hurriedly shook his head in denial, then frowned slightly, with a trace of doubt in his blue eyes:
"But the black-haired, round-faced woman I met before is indeed somewhat similar to you, not in appearance, but in a certain... temperament."
"When you say that, I'm a little interested... How about we go back and look for it?"
Seeing that Dawn's tone was serious and not a joke, Christine also suppressed his smile and asked seriously.
After thinking for a moment, Dwayne Dantès shook his head, leaned against the cushioned inner wall of the carriage, and said:
"It's not necessary, it's not an important thing... Let's go take a look at the houses waiting for sale first, and buy them if the price is right. I think sooner or later this place will become a transit station on the safe waterway. Just like the big city not far away, the assets here will appreciate in value... In addition, we can also come here for vacation every winter. There are beaches here, delicious food, and no noise from Desi Bay. It's very suitable for us."
"You must have fallen in love with the Balam dishes here," Christine said with a smile. "After staying at Intis for a few years, I also fell in love with the dishes there. Compared with Backlund's poor recipes, Trier can be called the real City of Cities."
"You can try Intis Restaurant in this city tomorrow. They can make the simple Dixie Pie juicy and delicious, and maybe they can give us some surprises in other dishes."
When it came to eating, Dawn's eyes seemed to light up and he quickly made plans for tomorrow.
"You only know how to eat... I would like to visit the nearby city. They said it is 'Dream City'. I don't know what's special about it..."
Christine scolded, but with an undisguised smile in the corner of his eyes, he leaned towards Dawn's tall body.
"Who doesn't love Intis's delicious food? Or, can I enjoy Intis's other fashions in advance?"
Dawn stretched out one hand to hug the person next to her, and closed the curtains of the carriage with the other hand. As she Whispers in the Ear said, her breath blew her black hair, which made Christine's neck itchy. She closed her eyes like a cat and huddled up.
Enyouni, who was driving the carriage, listened to the rustling sounds coming from the rear compartment, with a smile on his lips, and quietly slowed down the driving speed, giving his two masters more private space before reaching their destination.
The wheels rolled over the stone road, passed by the two Passerby, and drove towards the sunset.
"Be careful!"
With quick eyes and quick hands, Sherlock Moriarty pulled his assistant Irene, who was staring blankly into the distance, to his side and protected her sideways.
A luxury carriage passed by at high speed. The driver took off his hat and bowed apologetically to them, without any intention of stopping.
"Savage foreigners..."
He muttered, let go of Irene's hand, and scanned the other party from head to toe as if to confirm, then he breathed a sigh of relief and said in a stern tone:
"Don't walk in the middle of the street next time. There have been three traffic accidents in Yanan in the past week. The carriages lost control or the axles broke and hit pedestrians, resulting in injuries. I don't want to hear that you became the fourth one."
"Hmm," Irene, who had freckles on his cheeks and ordinary features but a special temperament, nodded, but his mind was not on Detective beside him at all, but looked towards the direction of the carriage, "How do you know they are foreigners?"
"Three points, firstly, such a luxury carriage can only be rented at the City Hall, and unless there is a wedding in the local area, no one will rent it at a high price; secondly, the driver driving the car has Southern Continent blood, and most of these people are there Working in a restaurant selling Southern Continent specialties, he obviously does not belong there; thirdly, the direction they are heading towards is the suburbs of Yarnam City, where there are no hotels, no residences, only a few luxury villas that no one has ever bought."
Sherlock stood on the street and spoke very fast.
This confident analysis was obviously enough to convince Irene. She nodded in understanding and then asked:
"Then you can analyze where those giants at noon came from?"
She still feels bad about Sherlock's actions in preventing her from tracking those strangers.
"Of course it's 'New City of Silver' on the island. I heard that there are thousands of giants there. They are taller and stronger than Feysac people, but they don't have the barbaric ethos of Feysac. This time I came to visit the church in the city. It should not cause trouble to the people of Yarnam City."
This Detective replied with a tight face.
"What about analysis? Why are there only conclusions?"
Irene waited for a moment, and when Sherlock stopped talking, he poked his waist with his finger and asked.
"There is only one reason. I went to the 'Fool' church this afternoon, met those New City of Silver visitors, and learned this from their mouths."
Sherlock's tense expression finally relaxed, showing a successful smile, and then jumped up when Irene's angry stab attack.
"Are you still Detective? What about the reasoning and analysis you usually talk about?"
Irene's round face bulged, chasing Sherlock who was holding down his dome hat and holding his glasses, but he was a little happy in his heart.
As expected, her Sherlock would not turn a blind eye to the dangers that this small town might face.
On the tall clock tower next to Church of the Fool, two pairs of eyes were quietly watching the playfulness of Detective and his young assistant below. It wasn't until the sound of the two fighting gradually faded away that they withdrew their gaze and looked around the entire city in the orange-red light of dusk.
They were also a man and a woman. The man wore a half-high silk hat, a black windbreaker, and a huge revolver on his waist. The woman beside him wore a three-cornered hat and a high-collared tight leather jacket. She held a weird-looking Bone Sword in her hand. The huge Ruby Necklace on her chest shone brightly in the sun.