The Fors Development Plan

Fors imagined himself having just fallen asleep, only to be woken up by the deafening noise of Steam Train, and honestly replied:

"Won't."

"That's what they think too." Lorry smiled, took her hand, and stepped onto the stairs, heading towards the plaza below the Steam Train station.

"This place may not have originally been a slum, but the large influx of people inevitably brought many opportunities to make money. People flocked here, and with a lack of order, it's not surprising that it gradually became what we see now." He said casually, mimicking the air of an "Arbiter."

The boys, who appeared to be Pickpocket, went limp, as if they had encountered a natural enemy, like mice seeing a cat, and hurriedly turned and left.

Without making things difficult for these young colleagues, Lorry looked at the children who were gathered in groups at the entrance of the square, some trying to raise their hands or breathing loudly to attract the attention of passengers.

"Sir, do you need a guide? I know everything about Dariège! Just name a place, and I can find it with my eyes closed!"

"My beautiful lady, would you like to hire a carriage? I can find you the best coachman in Dariège, just one Lick."

"Madam, sir, do you need recommendations for affordable and comfortable hotels?"

"Two Coppet's worth of payment will suffice!"

Intis has two official currencies: the Verl D'Or and the Coppet. However, in daily life, people still habitually use some older currency units, such as the Lick, which refers to the most widely used 5 -Coppet coin.

For example, the Louis d'Or refers to Gold Coins worth 20 Verl D'Or.

His gaze swept over the pairs of expectant eyes, Lorry, arm in arm with Fors, turned a corner and walked around them toward the exit of the square.

Upon arriving at the Hired Carriage waiting area, Fors couldn't help but let out an "uh":

"So many people are queuing?"

"No wonder they were crowding to get off the bus..."

She looked around, then her eyes lit up. Pointing to a relatively clean-looking Restaurant in the distance, she said, "How about we grab something to eat first?"

The food on the Steam Train was awful.

Lorry thought for a moment and nodded:

"Good.

"If the lines are still this long after dinner, we'll just treat it as a post-dinner walk, leave this area, and then look for a place to stay."

He was also a little hungry. Besides, the food on this Steam Train today was really bad—to the point that even Klein would reluctantly give up after just one bite.

Meanwhile, on a Hired Carriage leaving the Steam Train station.

The doll-like Leah Bellot clutched her tummy, looking pitifully at the person beside her. "Sister, I'm hungry."

Lillian Bellot pursed her lips upon hearing this, revealing the same expression:

"My sister is hungry too... but we've been delayed for several days because of other things, so we'd better get back to the village as soon as possible, or we'll miss Lent."

"If we can't make it, we can't make it. Anyway, we haven't come back to participate for several years." Leah pouted unhappily.

Lillian's gaze suddenly deepened, and she murmured softly:

"This year is different..."

The little girl asked in a rising tone, "Hmm?" "How is it different?"

"Why are you asking so many questions, little girl? Just follow me obediently and do whatever I tell you to do, understand?" Lillian tapped her sister on the head.

She didn't give the other person time to react, and changed the subject:

"I have an idea. If we see anything we want to eat on the road later, we can buy it, pack it up, and bring it back to the carriage to eat." What do you think?

"This way we won't go hungry, and it won't delay our journey."

The little girl didn't think much about it; upon hearing that she wouldn't go hungry, she started nodding eagerly before even hearing the rest of the sentence.

"Good!"

Seeing that she had finally fooled her sister, Lillian breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, Leah said mysteriously, as if sharing a secret, "Sister, the big brother across the street has been secretly watching you all day."

Lillian rolled her eyes at her, annoyed.

"Don't talk nonsense. Didn't you see that she was sitting next to a woman? Didn't you tell me that she's prettier than your sister?"

"How can that be the same? Of course I have to say that in front of outsiders." Leah chuckled, trying her best to defend herself despite her young age.

"Now it's just the two of us?" Lillian blinked.

Leah looked thoughtful, paused for a few seconds, and then said hesitantly, "Grandma used to teach us that children shouldn't lie..."

"Uh, sister... of course you're prettier, hehehe." "Sister? Sister!"

By the time we finished dinner, it was almost completely dark.

Perhaps thanks to the presence of the Steam Train station, there are quite a few streetlights in the slums here, even more than in the perpetually dark East Borough Backlund.

The evening breeze in April is warm and comfortable.

The two of them didn't go back to the square; instead, they walked out on foot.

Fors gripped Lorry's hand tightly, swinging it wildly like a child, and asked, tilting her head back as they walked, "What do we do next?"

"If what you say is true, that woman is affiliated with Intis."

Lorry Rui looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then leaned down and gave the writer a hard kiss on her slightly pursed red lips, smiling as he asked:

"You're asking me? Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

"We agreed before we left that unless it's absolutely necessary, you would be in charge of all the specific actions."

For Beyonder, growth is not limited to advancing in Sequence. Fors "Ah!", her body instantly tensing, and retorted:

"What are you doing? You're still on the street."

She nervously glanced around, blushed, and glared at Lorry.

Lorry shrugged:

"This isn't Backlund —have you forgotten the Trier Times I read a couple of days ago, about two men walking together to declare their love?"

"And the kind where she's not wearing any clothes."

"This country is too magical, even more magical than the most subversive magical realism novels..." Fors murmured his feelings.

She also saw the report, and was quite frightened at the time.

Such a thing would absolutely never happen in Loen.

As they walked, the two chatted for a few moments before returning to their business.

After thinking for a moment, Fors said, "One thing that can be basically confirmed at present is that the opportunity in the divination result is that lady."

"I don't think it's necessary to dwell on her identity. Even if she did something while infiltrating Backlund, it's irrelevant to our purpose this time. After all, we're in a foreign land, and I think a peaceful transaction is the best course of action."

"What you think?"

Looking down at the writer's slightly parted lips, Lorry smiled:

I think you're right.

"..." Knowing she probably wouldn't get any help from Lorry, Fors squeezed his hand hard as punishment, though it didn't hurt.

She hummed in agreement, paused briefly, and then continued:

"Judging from the fact that she was sent to Backlund to oversee a Beyonder Gathering, her Sequence cannot be too high, and she is certainly unlikely to possess divinity."

"Combined with your previous guesses, the range is now very clear—she is either the ' Faceless ' of Sequence 6 or the ' Marionettist ' of Sequence 5."

I tend to favor the former.

Even if she is a "Marionettist," she must have Advancement after returning to China.

"The Corrupted Aura has lost its Spirituality is the auxiliary material for your Advancement, and it should not be considered a particularly valuable thing to her."

"If we can find her, buying her shouldn't be too difficult, or you could simply leave enough money and quietly take the materials away. So, the only problem now is finding her."

"Since she brought her sister with her, she was probably not on a mission or leaving Intis. It's more likely that their hometown is in Dariège."

Even without much known information or a medium, if the target has been identified, it can still be found through divination.

"It's just a little troublesome."

With his mind at ease, Fors spoke more and more fluently.

As soon as she finished speaking, she stopped, covered her mouth with her other hand, and looked up at Lorry with bright, expectant eyes.

Trust between people... Lorry thought to himself, then said, "A very good idea, basically the same as my thoughts."

"Basic?" The writer was clearly adept at capturing keywords.

"Yes." Lorry nodded with a smile, then repeated:

"Basically, because..."

He paused briefly, then reached into his pocket and pulled out half a strand of light gray hair. "It's not the main character's, but I think it should be usable."

Since he suspected that the other party was the key to his trip, Lorry naturally couldn't just leave her unprepared and let her slip away right under his nose. Of course, without using Sealed Artifact, stealing something from a Spirituality adept "Seer" or Beyonder Pathway still quite difficult.

But if the object is a young girl, it will be much simpler.

The other person had taken the half-length of hair from their clothes as they returned from washing their hands; the whole process happened in the blink of an eye, and no one noticed.

"Unless she abandoned her sister, but I don't think that's possible." Fors said, taking half a strand of hair, her expression a mixture of surprise and delight.

With this, she can save a lot of effort.

Human tissues such as hair, blood, and nails are the best mediums for divination, followed by items carried on the body for extended periods.

As they spoke, the two turned into a nearby street and saw a doctor in a white coat being blocked in front of his clinic, who was yelling at them with a dark expression.

Why are you here again?

"Didn't I tell you? If you want to buy medicine for your grandfather, bring the money. If you don't have money, get lost. Do you really think our clinic is a charity?"

The person blocking his way looked to be a teenager, around ten years old.

She was quite stubborn; no matter how hard the doctor, an adult, shook her, nearly throwing her off several times, she still clung tightly to his sleeve and refused to let go.

"What's wrong?" Fors looked at Lorry curiously, then at the black-haired boy not far away.

"I saw him. Just now in the square at the Steam Train station. He was one of those kids soliciting customers," Lorry explained in a low voice, turning his gaze away.

He was simulating an "Arbiter" at the time, so he was deeply impressed by the people.