By the time they arrived at The Club, it was already two in the afternoon, and now it was nearing twilight. In the hazy mist, the carriage slowly set off. Shade was thinking about his upcoming spending and repayment plans, while Miss Bayes was probably considering what she would gain from reporting that important information. Thus, the two sat opposite each other in the carriage, chatting only sporadically.
Whenever the conversation touched on sensitive matters, such as Lake View Manor, the small-scale earthquake south of Tobesk, or the Detective Agency's business, Shade would immediately bring up her identity as a "nominal police officer," forcing Miss Bayes to come up with a new topic.
In his good mood, the detective was even planning to take Little Mia out for a lavish dinner tonight. He had never possessed this much money since coming to this world. Though he knew he needed to save, there was no problem with celebrating once in a while.
But I can't forget tomorrow night's "pickup" mission.
As Shade thought this, he looked outside through the carriage window. Having recently memorized Tobesk's map, the Outlander knew that the street they were passing through was called Iron Hammerhead Street.
The way it had been named made it obvious that it was not one of the district's main roads. In fact, it bordered the slums of Tobesk's East District. At night, even coachmen were unwilling to take this route.
The sights of the Steam Epoch unfolded before Shade through that small window. Air carrying the scent of scorching rushed into his lungs, reminding him of the defining traits of this civilization.
Metal pipes clung to every wall along both sides of the narrow street. Shops facing the road drew branch lines from the pipes into their buildings, while apartment blocks