Leia?!
Gilan was suddenly startled.
According to the real deeds recorded in the secret notes, "Silver Crown Knight", the head of the four knights of "Healing Knights" and deputy leader Agni Baldwin once broke the city alone and smashed the solid wrought iron city gate with one kick.
That city is named "Leia"!
'So, in the movie world of <Rongdeng Great Plague#2>, will you meet "Healing Knights"?'
Gilan's thoughts were racing rapidly, and an inexplicable emotion emerged in his heart.
It felt as if I was about to span three hundred years and witness a certain period of history.
'If so, can I use this key clue to get more benefits from it...'
"Mr. Snowy Owl?"
Mr. Stork couldn't help but wonder when he saw the blond young man was startled.
"Well, Mr. Stork, I suddenly remembered something."
Gilan came back to his senses and said solemnly.
"I think the strange plague in the slums is probably related to the death of Sabbatai, so if you can, leave Black City as soon as possible... I always have a bad feeling."
"You mean..."
Mr. Stork's pupils shrank, and he immediately thought of something.
"Same as in <Black Lake>?"
"Yeah." Gilan nodded. "Of course, this is just a guess on my part without any evidence."
"What you said makes me feel that there is a connection between the two..."
Mr. Stork pondered.
After a while, he nodded.
"After you leave Black City, I will also temporarily disband 'Record Society' and go to other places with Old Jerry. We will wait for a while to see the situation before considering whether to come back."
Gilan never expected that Mr. Stork would trust his words so much.
"Although there is no evidence, there are some things that cannot wait until they are confirmed before taking action... because by then, I am afraid it will be too late."
Mr. Stork smiled.
"Let Miss Sparrow be reminded of this matter. No matter how they choose in the end, whether to stay or go, they should know it."
"Yes." Gilan nodded in agreement. "Mr. Stork just rest in peace and recuperate, I will tell them."
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After Mr. Stork went upstairs to his room, Gilan left the apartment.
Wearing a felt hat, a mask, a pair of dark brown leather gloves, and a black windbreaker purchased by Old Jerry, he walked straight along Horst Third Avenue towards the south.
In order to be safe, he also ordered his familiar Vivi to attach "Confusion Curse" to him in advance, so that even if his face was seen, it would not matter.
The weather is nice today and the sun is shining brightly.
The gentlemen and ladies on the street seemed to be in a good mood, with rosy faces, chatting and laughing.
The sweet fragrance of milk wafts from the bakery on the street. Beautifully dressed ladies come in and out of clothing stores and perfume shops from time to time. The doorbells shake and jingle.
Carriages were driving up and down the road, carrying men smoking and reading newspapers, or a few ladies huddled together, hiding behind bright feather fans, chatting and laughing in low voices.
There were newsboys carrying large leather bags slung across their bodies, selling cigarettes and newspapers along the way, and showing innocent smiles to every man passing by.
Gilan looked at all this, raised his head while holding his hat, and glanced at the sun in the sky. He felt indescribably quiet and peaceful.
'It's wonderful,' he said to himself. 'The future will be even better...'
Thinking to myself, I took a step forward and walked more briskly.
Now that he has enough strength to protect himself, the burden and shackles on his heart seem to have quietly lightened a lot.
This is why he plans to find the Assembly members in person.
One is to remind them to leave Black City as soon as possible, and the other is to go out and walk around in a real sense and feel the breath of freedom.
Not long after.
Gilan came to Fourth District and found a small clinic named "Zimmerman Private Dentistry" in the middle of the street.
What surprised him was that on the left side of the clinic was a candy store and on the right side was a lemon and orange juice sparkling water store.
'Mr. Oystercatcher's business is no wonder...'
Gilan cursed secretly and pushed the door open.
"Wait a minute, I'll be right away..." The strong man with short brown-red hair was sitting on a chair, wiping his sweat. As he spoke, he raised his head and saw the man coming in. "Eh? Mr. Snowy Owl, why are you here."
Mr. Oystercatcher stood up with a smile and invited Gilan to sit down.
"Come out for a walk and stop by for a visit." Gilan smiled. "I didn't bother you, did I?"
"Of course not." Mr. Oystercatcher smiled heartily, and the beard on his chin trembled. "I just extracted a man's teeth, and there is no surgery for the time being... Oh my God, you don't know, that patient has five cavities, all of which are necrotic."
He shook his head and sighed.
"Mr. Snowy Owl, since you are here, why not let me check your teeth for free... You have to prevent this kind of thing in advance. If it is too late, you will have to extract the teeth."
"If an adult's teeth are extracted, they won't grow back. It takes a lifetime."
Mr. Oystercatcher didn't stop talking. He pulled Gilan and kindly pushed him to the recliner.
Gilan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and didn't refuse.
He thought he was about to leave, so he simply chatted with Mr. Oystercatcher for a while.
Mr. Oystercatcher turned on the shadowless light, put on professional protective clothing and a mask, took a mouth mirror and tweezers, opened Gilan's lips, and observed them in detail.
While checking, they also chatted:
"Hey, Mr. Snowy Owl, you also saw the name of the clinic... it's actually named after our family name. My real name is 'Wena·Zimmerman'."
As he spoke, Mr. Oystercatcher sounded proud.
"It is said that my ancestor was a dentist, but there was no specialized dental clinic at that time, but a barber shop... You know, the red, white and blue lights at the entrance of the barber shops now are actually equivalent to the blood-stained gauze hung outside the shop in the past. The red blood, white gauze and blue veins are all 'signs' used to attract customers."
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm going off topic... It is said that our ancestors later passed on the skills to great-great-grandfather. He was a blacksmith, but he was also a dentist. Great-grandfather was a foot doctor, and he carried a 'tooth drawer' on his back all day long to extract teeth. There are several cabinets filled with teeth."
"It wasn't until my grandfather started that he had his own clinic. It passed to my father and then to me... Although the address changed several times, I never changed the sign."
Mr. Oystercatcher laughed, but soon the laughter gradually became smaller.
Gilan captured the loneliness in his eyes, and seemed to have guessed what was on his mind.
Mr. Oystercatcher actually desires an extraordinary life, but does not dare to completely let go of the dental business that has been in his family for generations.
His heart is actually extremely contradictory.
"Mr. Snowy Owl, your teeth are very healthy!"
Mr. Oystercatcher quickly returned to his smile. He put down the examination equipment, took off his mask, and spared no effort in praising.
"White, neat, clean, and no smell. I haven't seen such perfect teeth in a long time!"
But he changed the topic and warned in a low voice:
"But please be aware that you should smoke less cigarettes, as they are not good for your teeth."
"Thanks for reminding me, I will pay attention to it."
Gilan sat up and thanked him.
At the same time, he did not forget the purpose of his trip, so he reminded Mr. Oystercatcher that the plague in the poor areas is not simple. If possible, it is best to leave Black City as soon as possible.
Gilan also informed him that Mr. Stork will temporarily disband "Record Society" in the near future and go to other places with Old Jerry.
Mr. Oystercatcher was silent for a long time after listening.
He finally nodded and smiled:
"Okay, thank you for the reminder, I will think about it carefully."