Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 16 Williams
"Then, I'll leave first." A few seconds later, Yager withdrew his smile, and pressed the brim of his hat to the old lawyer on the chair, "Tomorrow, we should prepare the materials at nine o'clock in the morning, right?"

He packed up the documents on the desk, and took the Backlund morning paper along the way, and put it in his briefcase.

"Oh, oh, yes." The old lawyer slowly recovered from the heavy atmosphere just now, and replied stumblingly.

He also stood up and began to organize the scattered documents on the table.

"Tomorrow, you should mainly go to the database to sort out the files. There are not many customers who can come recently, so you don't need to be in the office all the time." He said to Jagel while he was struggling to pile up the files into a hill.

"Okay." The wage earner Yagel buckled the briefcase regretfully.

Sure enough, it was still impossible for the office to let him idle around for a whole week.

The illusion of being able to spend all this week investigating cases is shattered.

He buttoned the windbreaker on his chest, turned around and walked to and from get off work.

The scarlet moon outside the window illuminated Backlund at night as always.

"That's right!" Before leaving, the old lawyer stood at his desk and raised his voice to stop Yagel, "Remember what I said, don't go after the truth."

His blue eyes stared gravely at the figure that was about to disappear behind the door.

"Ok."

Gently, the young man who half-hid his face in the darkness of the corridor replied.
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Ten minutes later, the wheels of a carriage slowed down 'grrrrrr' and stopped at the entrance of the lively tavern in East Balam Dockyard.

"Here comes the Workers' Union Tavern. Tenpence, thank you."

The dark-skinned coachman said to the young man who got off the carriage.

Yager handed him a few coins and successfully stood on the land of the East End.

True, it was impossible to expect him to be obedient.

Considering that Duke Negan's subordinates are only Sequence Six, even if he really rolls over and is hunted down, there should still be room for him to escape.

So far, Yager has not tried his fighting ability.Although the spirit vision was also very useful, he instinctively felt that what he was best at must be fighting between superhumans.

But now there is another problem.

Not choosing to enter the tavern immediately, the black-haired young man stood by the side of the road full of smog and nicotine, rubbing his temples uncomfortably.

There was a desire in his heart that kept repeating.

'Find the moon! '
'Find the moon! '
'Find the moon! '
'Kill the moon. '
This throbbing flowed through his blood vessels and heart, giving him a dizzying bloodthirsty urge.

There seemed to be a crazy raving in his ear, murmuring nervously, listen carefully, even his own voice.

"This sinful moon."

He needs to be... hunted.

Yager reached out to hold the railing on the side of the road, and took a deep breath.

The snow-white smog floated in the gray of the East District, and was set off by the rust-colored tree trunks on the side of the road. It covered the deformed steel railing under the palm of the young man's right hand.

He's not in the right shape.

But he can't go directly to the Church of the Evernight Goddess now.

As one of the seven righteous gods, the Evernight Goddess who issued an oracle order to kill him is definitely not small in Backlund, and there must be a high-sequence powerful Extraordinary.

The most important thing is that the oracle mentioned by the Hanged Man mentioned "divine punishment".

If he rashly started a war with the night, he might have to deal with the sect of the night, even including multiple high-sequences of the other two churches, while hiding his whereabouts from the true god, which would put him at a huge disadvantage.

So the only rationality stopped him from immediately going to the door of St. Samuel's Cathedral to confront him.

However, Clint's case should not be delayed.Many forces have already joined the ranks of the trouble, and the clues left by the Eastern District will only become less and less as time goes by.

He had no choice but to come to the East District despite the anomaly.

After calming down for a while, Yagel finally managed to suppress the chaotic emotions from the loud noises in his ears, and silently left the murder scene on the railing, and walked towards the gate of the tavern.

A doubt popped up in his mind.

Even if it is a tentacle monster, is this state too wrong?
He subconsciously touched his head to confirm that it had not changed into a strange shape and stayed in place.

On the streets of the East District, workers coming and going after a hard day dragged their tired bodies to the tavern, making this dilapidated building brightly lit.

Although he had deliberately chosen a rather bleak old windbreaker, the black-haired young man who just walked in was still out of tune with the environment.After all, at the pier in the East District, it is already a luxury to have a coat to keep out the cold in winter.

Yager, who attracted many eyes, immediately realized his mistake.

He avoided the crowd, turned and walked towards the bar.

"A barley beer," he whispered to the bartender.

When the bartender turned to prepare drinks for him, Yagel looked around the bar.

There are mixed fish and dragons here, from sailors with steam all over their bodies, to muscular men with scars on their faces suspected of being gangsters, there are people of all kinds.This is the ideal location for inquiring news.

But to strangers, they obviously have no friendly intentions.

Just when Yager hesitated to start, a haggard young man swayed close to him.

"Hello." He sat down next to Yagel very familiarly.

"...you are good"

"My name is Williams, what about you?" The young man showed his yellow teeth in a smile, and stretched out his dirty hands.

There is still brown soil in the crevices of the gray nails.

Jagel was silent.

I appreciate your kind exchange with him, but he really doesn't want to shake hands.

Especially when he's wearing his new gloves.

"My name is John."

After thinking twice, Jager took off his leather gloves with difficulty and shook hands with Williams.

Williams laughed.

"Hahaha! You're really interesting." He grabbed Yagel's hand and shook it vigorously twice, watching the handsome young man's mouth twitch with interest.

"But don't be joking." In the next sentence, he changed the subject and said something unexpected by Yagel.

"Your name is Jagel Dryste, isn't it? A stranger from Old William's shop."

There was a shrewdness in Williams' eyes that belied his appearance.

Yagel glanced at him in surprise: "You know me?"

The poor tentacle monster pulled his hand back with a little effort.

Williams withdrew his hand and knocked on the table: "Yes, I was there when you went to apply for the old William."

"Won't you buy me a drink?"

"What do you want to drink?" Yagel simply took out his wallet.

Williams looks like a local snake, and he can accurately tell where he used to work, so he is a good choice for inquiring news.

The most important thing is that there is no trace of extraordinary on him, no threat.

"A glass of Southwell beer," Williams called to the bartender curtly.

"Then," he turned his head to look back at the young man in front of him, "we have left the pawn shop, Mr. Durest, what are you doing here?"

"Bill Rudolph, do you know him?" Yager asked in a low voice.

"What did you ask him for?" Williams chuckled twice, did not answer his question, but asked indifferently.

However, Yagel clearly saw the tense muscle lines on his arms.

He was nervous.

Williams knew Bill.

Yager felt lucky to have won the first prize.

"Bill once came to Old William's shop, and the Church of the Storm also came to ask about it." He took out today's morning newspaper and explained.

"I received him, so I recognized the face in the newspaper today."

　Get the first reward in life, moved!When I go back from my trip, I will arrange to add more!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)