Chapter 70: Catching a Future Mouse
Jingle, jingle.

Old Blue rang the doorbell and stood at the door of Will Auceptin's house with confidence. He came to his family's home. Although he didn't bring any gifts...but it should be okay to let him in for a cup of tea, right?

The door creaked open, and an elderly gentleman in his fifties asked in confusion:

"Sir, who are you looking for? I don't think I know you."

Old Blue felt something was wrong and said quickly, "Will Auceptin, I'm looking for him. Well, I'm someone he's never met... Ahem, I'm his grandfather."

"Ausceptin's family...they have already moved away, just the day before yesterday. How could they not inform you? They are such an irresponsible family..."

Damn... Is it that serious... This is too obvious. Are you hiding from me? Wasn't the day before yesterday the day I was notified to come to Backlund?

"Well, I live out of town, and I came here specifically to see the kids... I didn't tell them in advance, it's my fault, sorry to bother you..."

Old Blue nodded, thanked them, turned and left without asking where they moved to.

With the ability of the little snake, if he wants to hide from someone, he must have the ability to observe and influence fate, and he must be better than the "Mercury Snake"... Never mind, it seems that "He" has made up his mind to restart. He will not accept any changes during this period, and he instinctively avoids everyone...

"It seems... I still have to go and cause trouble for the Aurora Society..."

Sitting on the public carriage, Old Blue sighed inwardly:
"I really want to create such a generous god. I feel embarrassed to take advantage of him anymore...

"Um, Mr. A's party is happening tomorrow night in Queens... Let's see if we can get some first?"

……

After wandering around for a while, old Bruce made up his mind and took a car to St. Samuel's Church, which is also in the North District, to pay his respects to the relics I cooked in advance.

On Pacefield Street, Old Blue stood in front of a black church and couldn't help but feel sad about the aesthetics of the storm. It was stupid and rough, just a magnificent...

Look at the night, how exquisite! There is a bell tower on each side, showing a symmetrical beauty. This church is not that big, but it makes people feel awe...

Advanced! There is no other adjective to describe it, it is advanced!
Old Blue, carrying a plain black cane, walked into the church, through the quiet corridor, and came to the large prayer hall.

It was very dark here, which made people feel peaceful involuntarily. Old Bruce still sat down in the second row on the left and closed his eyes to pray.

"Why do I feel a little...excited? Is this...a sense of guilt?

"I don't know, did Sherlock feel the same way when he said he believed in steam?"

Forcing himself to stop the messy thoughts in his mind, Old Bruce stood up, walked to the altar, bowed to the pastor next to him, and came to the offering box.

He took out a stack of banknotes, including soli and gold pounds. The largest denomination was only 5 pounds and the smallest was 1 soli.

Old Bruce counted it clearly and the total was 49 pounds 19 soli.

They looked a little old and were put in one by one.

"May Jenny enter your kingdom and find eternal peace...

"She is your devout believer, please don't give up on her because of me...

"She has never been to Backlund...

“Today, I came for her…

"This is her savings... She has always wanted to give it to you..." "More noble than the starry sky...

"Praise the goddess..."

There was some moisture in the corners of Old Blue's eyes. This was an instinctive reaction of the body. He felt that his spirit was more lively and more in tune with this body, but... there was still a little bit missing.

His back was a little hunched, and he ignored the pastor's gentle gaze, turned back to where he had just sat, picked up his felt hat and cane, and walked out of the church step by step.

From the day he became Old Blue, he set several goals for himself, which could be considered his own promises... This was one of them.

"Coo, come here, old pigeons..."

Walking out of the church, old Bru immediately saw flocks of white pigeons at the edge of the square. He bought some food from the nearby vendors and called out the old pigeon’s name with a smile on his face, automatically replacing the pigeon’s shaking head with the flocks of Punishers and “God’s Doves” he had just seen yesterday.

This gave him great joy and he never got tired of it. He played there for an hour before leaving in the vendor's respectful gaze.

——If this old man does this every day, the pigeons may become too fat to fly.

Old Blue set out from St. Samuel Church and took about twenty minutes to reach Böklund Street. On both sides of the street were upright Intis plane trees, or French plane trees, which were very popular street trees on Earth in the past, but later became rare due to excessive pollen and fruit hairs, shallow roots and other factors.

In this quiet environment, he strolled to No. 160. From the outside, it was a three-story building with a garden and a stable on the outside... The rest was blocked by the wall and could not be seen clearly.

"Dawn Dantes, 160 Böklund Street... Another place where I arrived and lived for quite some time..."

Old Bruce took off his felt hat with his right hand, revealing a head full of white hair. The hair was well-groomed and combed back, forming a hairline above his forehead with obvious wrinkles.

He closed his eyes and prayed:
"I will protect him. I hope that Dwayne Dantes's reputation will become reality, so that he can settle down, have a family, and have more children...

"Now, old Blue is going to cook and catch a stupid mouse for me..."

An illusory blood-colored cloak seemed to be raised behind Old Blue, but it seemed to be an illusion, just the afterimage of his black tuxedo.

He held a felt hat in his right hand, throwing it up from time to time and then catching it. He held a simple black cane in his left hand, tapping the ground from time to time, closing his eyes and feeling it.

"it's here……"

A strand of white hair on his felt hat fell quietly to the ground, and then the old man, who seemed to be strolling around, ignored the gazes of the housekeepers and servants of the nearby residents and left the vicinity.

Boom, boom.

There was a muffled heartbeat like thunder in Old Blue's chest. His back was hunched and his head was slightly stretched forward, like a leopard ready to pounce and aim at its prey.

His deep blue eyes scanned around, and soon, a hidden alley came into view. In the dim alley, a dark, round sewer cover was lying there quietly, waiting for the arrival of the cleaner.

"let's start."

Old Blue squatted down, and with two fingers like iron hooks, he lifted the heavy lid. A foul smell came from the deep passage, as if warning people that the sewer is not a market or a square, and they should not explore the sewer casually.

"I heard that the sewers here are cleaner than the squares in the southern continent. I'd like to see them for myself..."

With a bang, the lid covered the sewer entrance again, and the old man who was here just now was nowhere to be seen.

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