Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 445 Step 3 is more difficult

[Second-hand Transfer] The drone from the website arrived very quickly, and soon took away several large bags of things, and paid Field a purchase fee.

No matter what, I will be living here for a long time to come.

After finishing cleaning the apartment, Field finally had time to sort out his situation.

It's been so long since I left the hospital, I was so anxious to find an apartment that I didn't take care of myself. I was running around the city in clothes from who knows when, with my hair all messed up, looking dusty and exhausted. Only now can I finally settle down and rest.

After changing into new clothes, Field looked at himself carefully in the mirror.

Her long black hair was braided into a long braid and swung back. The hairpins and accessories on her head were neatly pinned in place, their vibrant colors making them stand out. These accessories were truly important and special items, so Field had to carry them with him at all times. So, he bought a bucket hat to cover the colorful accessories and, by the way, his face.

Large sunglasses obscured Field's large eyes. Inheriting the Moretti family's distinctive features, his eyes were pitch black, so dark that the pupil and iris couldn't be distinguished. Whether viewed from close up or from afar, they were a single, unreflective black mass. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Field decided to keep his sunglasses on, following his heart.

Faced with the trends of three hundred years later, Field chose some classical clothing to give him a sense of belonging. Considering that he would continue to make a living by painting, he also casually chose a more modern cloak over his clothes. It was convenient for storing painting tools, protecting clothes, and the collar could be raised to block others' sight.

Even though it was already early morning, Field, who had slept for over three hundred years, was still wide awake. All of Backlund was immersed in the joy of Winter Fete Eve, while Field was fretting over breakfast for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow.

As the fireworks bloomed, Field couldn't sit still any longer and decided to go out for a walk and find a job to support himself as soon as possible.

When he opened the door and went out, he heard the door lock next to him turn. The neighbor uncle next door happened to go out as well. He turned around and saw the neatly dressed Field. He was stunned for a moment, but when he looked down and saw the fire extinguisher in his hand, his expression became stiff.

"Ha...haha...young man, you're still going out on Winter Eve...and you're carrying this fire extinguisher..."

Field nodded and smiled slightly, responding to the uncle's advances. His long-established language habits made him a bit less talkative.

The two walked down the corridor together, entered the elevator together, and pressed the same button.

"..."

In the small space, the uncle felt more and more suffocated. When people are nervous and uncomfortable, they always want to say something to ease the mood, so the uncle reluctantly opened his mouth.

"Why do you always carry a fire extinguisher?"

"I'm not too sure about leaving it alone in the jar. I have to keep an eye on it to prevent any accidents."

"Uh... accident?" The uncle looked at the expired fire extinguisher. "Are expired fire extinguishers prone to explosion?"

As if a switch was touched, Field's expression under his sunglasses immediately became interesting. He showed nervousness and fear, but also a fearless spirit of sacrifice. His eyes were so complicated that it seemed as if he was about to blow up a bunker.

"Don't you think it's a bit weird to have a talking fire extinguisher in a building?"

"...?"

"A talking fire extinguisher! Whose good fire extinguisher can talk? That must be a big problem! Maybe some old wizard with magical powers is using this method to deceive passers-by and do something bad that goes against public order and morality!

"Or maybe it contains the evil thoughts of some great being, and is about to launch some terrible terrorist attack in this building!

"Even if it's not like that, it's just an ordinary talking fire extinguisher. If you don't keep a close eye on it, even if it scares the elderly and children, or destroys flowers and plants, that's not good!"

Field sighed.

"Of course, the best outcome is that it was just my hallucination."

"........."

The uncle regretted asking such a question very much. If he could travel through time and space, he would like to go back to the past, tear up his mouth that had just asked this question, and then stuff it with stinky dog ​​shit.

Night be upon him, for the sake of Winter Festival Night, the uncle doesn’t want to think about anything now, he just wants to escape from this weirdo as soon as possible.

As soon as the bell rang, the uncle shot out of the elevator like a cannonball, rushed out of the door, and ran towards the end of the corridor.

After turning a few corners and climbing a few more floors, the uncle stopped panting and took a few slow steps. The huge physical exertion made his already hungry stomach even worse, so he simply walked into a small restaurant and enjoyed his first midnight snack on Winter Festival Eve.

"Boss, a nutritional paste sandwich...

“No, change it!

"Give me a beef burger! I want a good meal!"

"okay."

"I want a beef burger, too."

No...wait!

What is this sound???

The uncle turned around mechanically and saw the strange man holding the fire extinguisher sitting on the table next to him.

At this time, the uncle was desperate and found that he didn't pay much attention to the road when he was escaping. After turning around and around, he bumped into Field who had not taken a few steps.

Field nodded and gave a faint smile.

"Hello again, uncle."

The uncle didn't know how he mechanically forced an ugly smile and turned his head stiffly.

The night is above, the night is above, the night is above...

No.

Boss, please serve the food to me and take it away!

There was a strange, eternal silence between the two of them until the shop owner brought them the delicious burgers.

The warm and cozy touch made the uncle feel much more relaxed. He held the burger and prepared to devour it.

Suddenly, a hand slapped his burger away, then slapped him in the face, and finally grabbed the back of his collar and violently dragged him out of the restaurant, throwing him on the aisle.

Several burly thugs with stern faces and rubbing their hands together slowly approached the uncle rolling on the ground until they surrounded him tightly, blocking all his chances of escape.

These individuals not only sported exaggerated fluorescent tattoos but also wore varying degrees of robotic prosthetics, displaying strength greater than that of ordinary humans. Whether they voluntarily sacrificed their bodies for the sake of greater power, or lost their limbs in fierce street fighting, evoked both spectacles and awe.

One of the leaders took a step forward and lifted the uncle's chin with the baseball bat in his hand.

"Solan Clarkson, when are you going to pay us back the money you owe us?"

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