Chapter 61 Professional Cleaners
"This guy Swain..."

Old Blue was somewhat speechless. He had already boarded the train to Backlund at the steam train station in Tingen. The journey would take about four hours. For him, who was used to high-speed trains and long-distance sleeper trains, this was a little bit difficult to adapt to...

……

Woo!
The sound of the whistle echoed in every corner of the platform. The huge monster-like steam train dragged more than 20 carriages and slowly stopped.

Old Blue held a plain, hard black cane in his left hand. Well, according to Swain, this was a "sacred tree of the sea" fished out from the deep sea of ​​the Sonia Sea. He had seized it from a pirate and wanted to make it into a cane, but he hadn't found a skilled cane craftsman yet... This was a treasure at the bottom of the box!

Old Blue could only laugh at this. Swain was either deceived or was fooling him. What about the "undersea sacred tree"... Coral? Such a simple coral? This is the younger version of his old cane. Well, without the silver inlay, it looks exactly the same.

"Well, come on, when you come to a big city like Backlund, you should be more simple... Show the Storm executives the hard work and simplicity of the grassroots workers, and ask for more funds... It would be best if all the facilities in Tingen were renovated. No, no, build a new church. It should be bigger, bigger than the one at the Goddess of Night..."

Old Blue ignored the gazes from those around him, and holding an old suitcase in his right hand, he finally set foot on the ground of Backlund, the capital of the Kingdom of Loen.

"Fuck! This land... this sky... this air... is so sweet... cough cough! Ugh..."

Just listening is not enough. Old Blue has doubted more than once. What is Backlund's smog? I have seen a lot of it in my previous life...

Reality severely ganked this "young" old man who wanted to make a meme and took a deep breath of air, and successfully made him lose face on the steam platform.

The thieves who usually stay on the platform withdrew their hands and changed their targets with a look of disgust. The passengers who got off the train looked at him strangely, walked around the old man and left with the crowd. For a moment, old Blue's figure was so eye-catching and conspicuous.

"Um... Mr. Blue?" The voice was a little crisp, but it could be heard that it was a young man.

Old Blue, who had just finished vomiting while leaning against the platform wall, turned his head to see who was so brave to come and say hello in such a situation. Know him? If it were me, I would pretend not to know him!

"Mr. Blue, it's you! Hmm? Why is your beard shorter?"

What caught his eye was a large sign with black letters on a white background that read "Welcome Mr. Blue". The large sign made the man next to him look a little thin and his hair was blue. He was a typical "sailor" descendant with a handsome face and a look of surprise. He was not at all ashamed of old Blue's vomiting.

"Old Jack's little son... This brand is so embarrassing, put it away quickly..." Old Blue held the cane under his left arm, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, shook his head, trying to drive out the "sweet" taste that his brain had just remembered, but he couldn't do it.

"Really? I think it's okay... Mr. Blue, my father heard that you were coming to Backlund, so he asked me to wait for you at the station yesterday... Well, I said you wouldn't come yesterday..." Jacob said happily.

Old Jack's eldest son is called Little Jack. He is now training in Tingen. He is the warehouse keeper who helps Old Blue to take out the two main ingredients of the "Joker" potion. When the youngest son was born, they didn't know how to name him, so they added the pronunciation of Blue and called him Jackb. Well, they are both geniuses at naming.

"Hey, I had something to do yesterday..." Old Blue perked up, mobilized his extraordinary strength, and wiped away his discomfort. He couldn't help but ask: "Is Backlund like this every day? This fog... is even more exaggerated than the last time I came here..."

"Not really..." Jacob took the suitcase from Old Blue, leaned forward, and led the old man away slowly, saying:

"The Backlund Daily has done statistics. Currently, there are only about 75 days of foggy weather like this... not much more than the 30 days 60 years ago..." Old Blue followed Jacob with his cane in his left hand. Hearing the young man's sarcastic tone, he also mocked: "It seems that the great plague 12 years ago only allowed the kingdom to build an advanced sewer system... Perhaps there will be another disaster due to this thick, pungent fog..."

The words of the prophet Old Blue were not new. The people living in Backlund were not fools. Such remarks were mentioned in various newspapers. Anthracite and smokeless charcoal were also advocated for use... But this basically did not solve the problem, but instead triggered new conflicts.

Jacob and the people around him were all accustomed to it, and even agreed that Backlund's weather was a topic that would never go out of style during conversations - as long as you also had an opinion about this thick fog, we were good brothers and sisters.

Old Blue followed Jacob out of the crowded steam station platform. When they reached the less crowded lawn in the middle of the street, Jacob was obviously much more relaxed. He held the wooden sign in his right hand and the suitcase in his left hand, and said with a smile on his face:

"Father Blue, how is Father Swain doing? My father keeps complaining about you, saying that you guys are unwilling to come to Backlund to accompany him, and the brothers can't be reunited... Let's go this way on the subway..."

"Old Swain?" Old Blue thought for a moment and replied, "He should be, uh, repairing the road, right?"

……

A little earlier in time, except for the "Sleepless Ones", everyone at the Blackthorn Security Company started work at eight in the morning.

Klein woke up at 11: and picked up a sun knife to prepare breakfast. After enjoying it with his family, he hurried to No. Daffodil Street. He remembered that there were bloodstains on the road and in front of Old Bruce's house...

If it is not cleaned up, I must cover it up while it is still light. Well, if old Bruce hasn't left yet, I can invite him to my house for breakfast.

But... he obviously didn't have a rich imagination and underestimated Old Blue's ability to act.

Klein walked to the place where the fight took place last night, his expression almost unable to hold back. The road of Narcissus Street was made of cement, and compared to more developed areas, it was not wide enough.

At this time, a big hole was dug in the center of the road, exposing the dirt ground. The big hole spread in one direction and formed a ditch...

He followed this obvious "clue" and, as expected, the end was No. 11 Narcissus Street...

"Fuck... these are... professional cleaners? This is too much... They even took away the bloodstained cement? This line of thinking... I can't accept it!"

Klein wanted to laugh, so he laughed. He took out the spare key from under the flowerpot on the right side of No. 11 Daffodil Street and turned the lock. What came into view was an empty restaurant, the restaurant floor, and even the wooden floor near the restaurant... They were all gone... The bloodstains on them were naturally gone too...

“Shit…” Although Klein had already guessed it, he still felt it was… outrageous when he actually saw it.

"Woof! Fuck!" Ah Fu ran over happily and learned a sentence.

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(End of this chapter)