Mysteries: Arcana Wars

After walking out of the cathedral again, the priest behind him immediately closed the door in a hurry, fearing that Klein would turn around and take it out again, delaying their get off work time by himself.

"..."

Looking at the locked church door, Klein sighed. Whether it was divination or infiltration, he needed to use other less formal methods to get in touch with Antigonus as soon as possible.

It's obviously their own church and their own Pope, so why is it so difficult to connect them?

The sun sets and the lights come on, but the city of Bayam does not rest and keeps running day and night. As the night falls, brothels, casinos, theaters and other entertainment venues begin to prepare to receive guests for the night.

Thinking about Yu Anger's future plans, Klein decided to go to the Meradas Casino to check out the area first.

In the Rorsted Archipelago, the ancient sex service industry and gambling industry are still legal. Due to various historical and geographical reasons, the Rorsted Republic has long been unable to effectively crack down on brothels and casinos in the country, so it simply directly recognizes the legality of the sex industry and gambling industry, establishes a number of special laws to protect the personal and property safety of related practitioners, and strictly restricts these industries.

In Klein's view, this kind of compromise is only a temporary solution and cannot eradicate the cancer from the root. It will continue to nourish many related black industries.

In fact it is.

According to Leonard's intelligence, the legalization and standardization of sex trade and gambling has greatly protected the rights and interests of practitioners and customers and contributed a lot of tax revenue, but it has also led to a black industry chain that is difficult to eradicate in the Rorsted Islands. Black casinos, black brothels and other places are blooming everywhere, and even some hackers have appeared to help these black shops modify the city's control system and hack certain cameras or scanners at specific locations, providing a clean no-man's land for black brothels and black casinos.

As for the stories of families being torn apart by sex trade and gambling, they are played out every day in Bayam's red-light district.

The neon lights on the street were one step faster than the moon and starlight, lighting up the streets of Bayam first, making Klein a little dazzled.

He seemed to have walked through this place in the past two days.

Yes, Klein remembered that he had walked through this square on his first day here. The fortune teller named Chang Tou Tu had set up a stall in this square, and it seemed that the elf had always set up a stall there.

I don't know why this guy didn't come today.

The car lights cast faint shadows under his feet. The shadows in the evening were as faint as water stains on the ground. As cars came and went, they trembled gently under Klein's feet.

Klein felt some discomfort on the soles of his feet. He stopped and stepped on the spot a few times. He could feel a warm, soft touch under his feet.

When I took off my shoes, there was nothing on the soles and no animal feces on the ground.

He touched the ground carefully. The modern hard pavement showed Klein the strength of technology.

Hard, cold, and dry.

A group of advertising screens suddenly lit up, and the high-intensity lights combined with the equal-position combination instantly swallowed up Klein's new shadow.

"Shit! What the hell are you doing? I told you to turn on the light, but I didn't tell you to turn it on so brightly!"

Someone rushed out and answered the phone, shouting angrily.

"Are you trying to blind the customers? Hurry up and fix it! Stupid! What else can you do?"

"…Sorry, sorry! I'll adjust it right away!"

A voice was faintly heard overhead.

"I'm sorry, butler, I'm not familiar with the new light screen..."

"Then learn from me! Quick! I don't give you money just to eat for free!"

After a flurry of activity, the high-end advertising screens were still emitting dazzling white light, making the street as bright as day. Klein parked in a good position, allowing the screens to even achieve the effect of a shadowless lamp.

Klein stood up and looked around the pale, shiny street.

Nothing happened.

everything is normal.

Nothing at all.

Yes, there is no problem. It was just my illusion just now. Maybe this pair of shoes has been worn for a long time and some of the glue has come off.

Maybe it's time to change your shoes.

Klein no longer hesitated and strode forward, walking on the hard street as always.

With a slight sound, the dazzling advertising screen suddenly went out. The powerful light that overwhelmed all other lights suddenly died. The dim street lights and passing car lights started moving again, casting a faint shadow under Klein's feet.

The lights are just coming on, the setting sun is still awake, and the evening shadows are as faint as water stains on the street.

Did I accidentally step into a puddle of water?

Klein couldn't help but squat down again and wipe the ground carefully.

The ground felt cool and damp, with a thin layer of gray floating on the brick surface.

Hard, warm, and wet.

Indeed, it was a puddle of water. Someone had spilled hot tea here, and there were still some tiny, warm tea leaves on the ground.

How careless.

Klein stood up and walked quickly across the square.

The setting sun was fixed on the distant horizon, but the car lights and street lights were swaying around him as he walked. The square gradually became lively, with street performers, vendors, passers-by wearing prosthetics, pedestrians with terminal devices, and all kinds of light sources of all sizes and colors coming alive, moving around Klein.

A shallow, damp shadow grew from under Klein's feet again, spreading around him with a damp, soft scent.

No...that's not right!

That's alive!

Klein stopped squatting to check and started running. He ran to a bench in the square and sat down, staring at the shadow under his feet.

Soft, hot and wet.

The ground beneath his feet felt strangely soft and warm, and wet shadows were wriggling and spinning beneath his feet.

Klein looked up. The square seemed no different from yesterday. It was still a scene of freedom and peace. However, Klein still felt a strong sense of disharmony, squeezing his internal organs, making it difficult for him to breathe, and even making him feel nauseous and want to vomit.

Something must have happened, something must be wrong!

Klein slumped uneasily on the bench, gasping for breath and trembling as he touched his pocket.

He now regretted buying an old-fashioned mobile terminal, a cell phone. Klein originally thought that compared to those that were worn on the head, hung on the ears, or worn on the hands, this terminal that could be held in the hand was in line with his traditional understanding of "cell phones" in the old days, making him feel familiar and at ease.

But now, he hopes that if there is a brain wave-driven device that hangs on the ear, he can activate the secret conversation core and make a call with just a thought.

"…Hello, I'm…"

"Merlin?"

Leonard's voice came from the phone.

"What's wrong? Didn't you go to Bayam?"

"Yes... Is it convenient for you to talk there?"