...Tromi, thank you for your cooperation, I'm very sorry about your father...
Secretly leaving a 5-lup note in the bedroom, Angel sincerely apologized to the odd-job maid waiting outside the door before leaving this sparsely furnished two-bedroom apartment.
If she had free time, she would chat properly with their maid, but there was no more time to waste now.
Disregarding his grace, Leonard carried the bedding on his shoulder. With the three of them enduring the curious gazes of passersby, they quickly retraced their steps along the path they came to the section of Iron Cross Street near the central square.
The hired carriage that brought them still lingered by the roadside. The driver sat in the driver's seat, biting down on an unlit cheap cigarette, and had already yawned repeatedly while waiting.
Seeing the employers arrive, he hurriedly shoved the cigarette into his pocket, rubbed his eyes, and perked up to get ready to leave.
"Daffodil Street, hurry."
Leonard tossed the bedding into the carriage and then climbed inside himself.
"Alright, no problem."
Following the group around for the entire afternoon across most of the West Borough of Tingen City, the driver had witnessed three gentlemen and a lady walking in and out of police stations, residential buildings, and burned houses across various locations, occasionally bringing some strange items onto the carriage. He no longer held any curiosity about their bizarre actions. He shouted a "Whoa," urged the horses, and moved slowly forward amid the bustling crowds of Iron Cross Street.
Oh no, Melissa has already finished school and come back...
Gazing at 2 Daffodil Street outside the carriage window where the lights had already been turned on, Klein scratched his neck, looking somewhat helpless.
"Melissa, who is that?"
Leonard also poked his head out toward the window,