Dariège

The Steam Train left Trier and entered a plain, with fields of green seedlings rushing past on both sides, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Fors closer to Lorry's face and whispered in Loenese, "Is he handsome? Your eyes are practically glued to him..."

Lorry smiled wryly upon hearing this, glanced at the woman who seemed to be focused on feeding her younger sister snacks, and said in a barely audible voice, "Don't you feel a sense of familiarity towards her?"

A sense of familiarity? Fors wore a thoughtful expression.

A dozen seconds later, she gently shook her head:

"No."

After saying that, Fors took out Gold-Cased Pocket Watch from Lorry's jacket pocket, glanced at it, slightly raised his gaze to the connecting area between the carriages, and then looked away, saying:

"I'll go to the Washroom first, and we'll talk when I get back."

It's Monday, and it's almost 3 p. m. Backlund time. She plans to make do in the Washroom for the Tarot Club later.

Fool bless us... I hope today's gathering is short... I hope no one is in a hurry to use the Washroom...

Fors stood up from his seat, silently praying.

Lorry, of course, knew the writer's plan. He stepped aside to make way for her, quickly stuffing the "Lucky Money Bag" into her pocket. Fors felt a weight in her pocket Fors lowered her gaze in confusion.

However, she saw Lorry Ruiwei nod almost imperceptibly, and out of absolute trust in him, she didn't ask any questions and left her seat as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, on the safe passage of the Beluga Whale Sea, Klein got out of bed, left his second-class cabin, and stepped towards the end of the corridor.

The second-class cabin only has public Washroom; surely no one will be coming by then? He thought worriedly as he arranged the Wall of Spirituality with the Ritual Silver Dagger.

Hopefully not...

After all, I am the King of Yellow and Black who holds the key to good fortune... The thought flashed through his mind, Klein struggled to walk four steps backward in the narrow space, arriving Above the Gray Fog.

Steam Train, first-class carriage.

While the little girl finished her snacks and went to wash her hands at the connecting area between the carriages, Lorry seized the opportunity to ask, "Ma'am, we seem to have met somewhere before?"

Upon hearing this, the beautiful young woman, who also had long, light gray hair, turned her gaze away from her sister's retreating figure, looked him up and down, and smiled knowingly.

"Sir, I saw this kind of pickup line when I was twelve years old."

"You're from Loen, aren't you?" This kind of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do" attitude isn't a good habit...

"You already have a beautiful female companion, yet you still secretly chat with other women when she's not around. Aren't you worried I'll tell her?"

After speaking, she crossed her arms, revealing a polite yet distant expression.

"Feel sorry.

"Perhaps I've mistaken him for someone else."

Lorry smiled and nodded, without saying anything more.

He then withdrew his gaze and quietly stroked the White Bone Ring.

"Truth Insight!"

His perspective suddenly changed; the same scene was presented from different angles, and countless images instantly filled his mind.

--This is the "journalist's" "Truth Insight," or "Eye of Truth," which can see many things that cannot be seen under normal circumstances.

A feeling of dizziness washed over me.

At the same time, Lorry felt uneasy, as if he were being watched by some unknown entity. Without wasting any time, he quickly looked at the woman opposite him. Holy crap! He was startled and almost couldn't resist Purification her on the spot. Beneath that beautiful face were countless Distortion, writhing fleshy buds!

She's completely different from her sister and everyone else!

Worried that his sanity would soon drop to zero if he continued watching, Lorry quickly turned off "Eye of Truth" and restored his normal vision.

Her Spirituality is quite active and powerful, unlike that of an ordinary person... Combined with her appearance just now... Could this woman be a "Faceless"?

The "Faceless" is already at the Mid-Sequence, making it unlikely he's a wild Beyonder... And here comes Intis again; is she a member of the "Secret Order"?

But how do I explain that feeling of familiarity? It was my first time in Intis, and my clone was in Percival's body all day, yet I had never seen her before.

Conversely, from this perspective, have you seen this somewhere else?

At sea? Backlund?

Could it be her?

Lorry stroked his chin, lost in thought, and gradually a realization dawned on him.

It must be said that the abilities of "The Eye of Truth" and "The Mystery Pryer" complement each other quite well, creating a synergistic effect where "one plus one is greater than two"...

The thought flashed through his mind. He turned his head to look at the vast plains outside the window, calming himself as he continued to search for evidence to support his hypothesis.

It must be said that Emperor Roselle did indeed have a profound impact on the world, and in a sense, he sparked a revolution that transcended time.

It only takes about half a day to get from the capital Trier to Dariège – Dariège is a border city in the Leston Province, with a landscape dominated by both mountains and plains.

As dusk fell, the Steam Train gradually slowed down until it came to a stop.

Watching the two ladies, one adult and one child, get up and walk towards the separate aisle of the first-class carriage, Lorry and his companion remained firmly seated.

"Can you get any information?" Fors asked in a low voice in Loenese.

Lorry shook his head slightly and said self-deprecatingly:

"No, I even got ridiculed. They said my way of flirting was outdated, and that I didn't know how to cherish a pretty woman I already had."

Upon hearing this, Fors couldn't help but smile, covering her mouth and laughing happily.

Glancing at the gloating writer, Lorry quickly looked around and asked in a low voice, "I've figured out the source of that feeling of familiarity."

"Did you know that Mr. A's party has a member who charges for fortune telling?"

Mr. A's party? Fors stammered, "I don't know."

"I suspect they're the same person," Lorry whispered in Fors' ear, almost inaudibly, to avoid being overheard by others.

He then quietly told the other person the reason for his speculation.

--Thanks to the local customs, passing passengers were used to it and assumed they were just two lovers, without finding it strange at all.

Fors listened, suppressing a slight shiver in her body; her ears were already bright red.

"Alright, let's get off the bus first and find a place to stay before we talk." She glared at the man who was the culprit, determined not to continue the discussion in that manner.

Where do you conduct business like this?

Fors strongly suspected that he was deliberately provoking her.

After saying that, she didn't wait for Lorry's reply and ran towards the passage as if fleeing.

The two lagged far behind, following the flow of people out of the Steam Train station. Fors subconsciously looked around, and couldn't help but mutter in surprise:

"Why does it feel like the Dariège Steam Train station is built in a slum?" -- Apart from the relatively tall and clean Steam Train station, almost everything else is low, dilapidated buildings, or even simple shacks.

Separated by just one door, the inside and outside seem like two different worlds.

Lorry, however, didn't find it strange at all. "If you were an aristocrat or middle-class person, would you allow the government to build Steam Train station on your doorstep?"