"Book of Dimensions" vs. "0-08"

Lady Despair, flagged down a Hired Carriage and asked softly in a gentle voice:

"Do you know where the Posner Face Mask Factory is in the Factory District?"

The driver's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but secretly raise his gaze slightly to look at the beautiful woman a few steps away, nodding as he said:

"Know."

Normally quiet and reserved, he suddenly felt a strong urge to talk today and took the initiative to explain:

Their Face Mask have become quite famous recently.

"Yesterday, no, the day before yesterday, I even lined up to get a few."

As he spoke, he pointed to the new type of Face Mask covering his mouth and nose, shrugged, and said, "I must say, they do work."

I've been feeling much healthier these past couple of days.

He learned the shrug gesture from a novel in the Newspaper.

It is said that in the more open-minded Intis, many playboys use this gesture to show off and attract the attention of women.

"Really?"

The Lady Despair smiled faintly, and her delicate white hand somehow produced a new type of Face Mask, which she then put under her veil.

She shrugged, mimicking the rickshaw driver. "I feel much healthier too."

After saying that, she chuckled softly:

"Can we set off now?"

The driver stood there for a few seconds, a pang of reluctance flashing through his mind, then nodded vigorously.

at the same time.

The White Swan in the relatively calm coastal waters of the Berserk Sea.

On the third floor, in the most expensive suite, Fors, speechless, brought a glass of water and handed it to Hugh, who was lying on the bed, looking pale.

She carefully fed him a few sips, then impatiently placed the glass on the bedside table.

"I said, you keep talking about seeing the sea, don't you know you get seasick? He's even rented fishing rods and fishing spots from the captain."

Feeling insecure, Hugh didn't dare to look his friend in the eye.

Her eyes darted around, and she retorted softly, "But this makes more sense. If I'd ever seen the ocean, wouldn't I know I get seasick?"

Fors had clearly mastered the ultimate technique of manipulating her friend. Her eyes darted around, and she scoffed, "If you talk back again, he'll take care of you."

Then I'd rather jump into the sea and drown myself... To be honest, Hugh was indeed frightened and only dared to silently refute in his heart.

Fors smiled knowingly and looked up at the Terrace:

What's next?

"The rest of the trip will take almost a week."

"Make her hold on..." Lorry keenly sensed Fors's sudden sharp gaze and knew this was no time for jokes. "Definitely not."

"In that case, when we reach the shore, I'll try to find out about the ' Apothecary '; they definitely have a way to make sure Hugh isn't afraid of the bumpy ride anymore."

"Apothecary..." Fors murmured.

"Viscount Glaint has become a full-fledged ' Apothecary '."

Lorry nodded, understanding the other party's meaning, and after a moment's thought, said, "The ship will dock at the Port for supplies tomorrow, let's try searching here first."

"If..." At this point, he suddenly had a mysterious feeling.

The "Book of Dimensions" seemed to appear automatically in my mind, turning the pages on its own and stopping at the first page I had written myself.

"Fitz Posner met with his First Manager, Joe, in his office and decided to give everyone a group vacation to the countryside as their year-end bonus."

"Frankly, this benefit isn't appealing."

Not everyone enjoys crowds, and not everyone is drawn to things that are "free." Many people simply want to spend the New Year with their families.

"But for some unknown reason, the employees readily accepted it."

Similarly, Old Kohler accepted Joe's invitation. For reasons unknown to outsiders, he decided to invite Liv's family as well.

On Wednesday, Joe hired a large number of Hired Carriage and successfully transported all the employees and their families, as well as Old Kohler and Liv's family, to the Manor in the suburbs.

(Many lines omitted)

"On December 28th, the last Tuesday of the year, Lady Despair and Mr. A began their plan. The latter's aim was to summon the ' Fallen Creator,' while the former's goal was to destroy all traces of cooperation with the Royal Family and create Great Smog in Backlund to digest the Potion."

"For some uncontrollable reason, their plan was discovered by the Three Great Churches, and it failed miserably before any Catastrophe could unfold."

"Thus, the story of 1349 comes to an end."

"The employees at the Posner Face Mask Factory enjoyed a pleasant holiday, and the people of Backlund welcomed the new year with laughter and joy."

"..."

This is the original content of the first page.

But in Lorry's mind, lines of blood-red words were quickly erased as if someone were using an eraser, finally stopping at the fourth paragraph.

He knew this meant that reality was deviating from the direction of the story.

Something might have happened to Backlund! Old Kohler and Liv's family might have been in an accident! The workers at the Face Mask Factory might have been in an accident!

Has the Great Smog arrived early?

After a moment's thought, Lorry could only think of this one possibility.

The reason he didn't reveal the specific time of Fors was this: he was worried that the Three Great Churches would fall into a blind spot in their thinking and be caught off guard.

But he never expected that his fears would become a reality!

I want to go back to Backlund for a look... With the "Curse of Knowledge" in hand, I Teleportation teleport away at any time, so my safety is relatively guaranteed...

And since he gets seasick, there's no need to find any other excuse...

With that thought flashing through his mind, Lorry changed his words:

"Never mind, I'll go back now."

"We still have a whole night and half a day before we can resupply. Hugh hasn't been feeling well, and it pains me to see her like this."

"Really?" Fors in surprise.

Lorry chuckled and nodded.

"Certainly.

"Now you have two things to do: write a letter to Viscount Glaint, and take care of yourself and Hugh."

Upon hearing this, Fors nodded and quickly walked to the table, writing furiously.

Lorry gently stroked Albert's head and whispered, "Protect them. Don't let anyone with ill intentions get near the room."

"Don't worry, Master!" Albert wagged his tail and barked.

A moment later.

Lorry's figure slowly emerged in his private office.

He stroked the White Bone Ring, simulating a "Shaman's" "Elemental Communication," and quickly grasped the current situation of the Factory by relying on the omnipresent air.

Most people were hiding in Warehouse Number One.

Warehouse number two contained not only people, but also more than ten carriages. Lorry guessed that they were probably temporary drivers hired by Joe from Hired Carriage company.

There were three Corpse outside the Factory gate and five bodies inside the workshop.

In addition, he noticed that the southwest corner of warehouse number one was sparsely populated and that people were keeping their distance from each other, leading him to suspect that they were employees who were showing symptoms.

"Normally there might not be much difference, but at this time, is it really possible to distinguish them well? Joe did a good job."

Lorry breathed a sigh of relief, very satisfied with his First Manager.

He strode out of the office, walked to the open space in front of the door, and entered the Airship, its surface painted black, which was invisible to everyone else.

You may begin.

"The focus is on the East Borough, the Factory District, and the Harbor Borough. Starting from these areas, the spread should extend to other areas. We must ensure that all Face Mask are disposed of as quickly as possible."