Simultaneous Travel: Becoming a Legend in the Heavens.

Chapter 349 Trembling
Joe Wood District.

As wild Beyonders, Xio and Fors rented an apartment that was quite remote. Luke turned several corners before finally returning to the street. He could hear the bustling voices of people and saw the bustling scene of Backlund.

“It feels like a village in a big city.”

The Cherwood district is home to many small businesses and residences. It is where most residents and outsiders live, with a dense flow of people and looser management than other places. At first glance, it is not much different from the morning market on Tingen Daffodil Street, except that the stalls are more standardized, the hawking sounds are louder, and the flow of people is denser.

At this moment, Luke was dressed meticulously in a tuxedo made of better material than before, with an exquisite bow tie, a pocket watch, a half-high silk hat and a cane.

Most residents of this city, also known as the "City of Hope", pay attention to their appearance. Families with middle incomes will wear formal attire to go to work. Even if some impoverished nobles have sold their territories and their property is not enough to cover their daily expenses or even to provide them with food and clothing, they still have to hire a large number of servants to serve them.

The weather today is pretty good, the smog is not too serious, and the visibility is wider than usual. Lu Ke came to a convenient avenue and hailed a well-decorated car.

“To Queens.”

The driver wiped the sweat from his forehead, glanced at Lu Ke secretly, and said respectfully:

"Five soli, sir."

This price is not normal. It is close to the weekly wage of most low-level laundry workers who work twelve hours a day, and two-thirds of the weekly wage of factory workers. Even the laborers who carry heavy objects in the dock area can only afford to do it twice.

It's a typical case of "tailoring the ticket to the customer", with flexible charges based on the passenger's attire and the area they want to go to. However, there will probably be a high commission on the rental and parking of the carriage, so the coachman won't make much.

Lu Ke glanced at the driver, and a humble, flattering smile appeared on his weathered face, which then turned into uneasiness and fear.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, and like a true gentleman, he put on a gentle and polite smile, paid the fare and got into the car, and gave an extra tip of one soli.

"Please be steady. I want to see the scenery along the way."

"Ok sir."

The driver was obviously relieved and drove extremely carefully to ensure that the carriage was stable enough throughout the journey.

The scenery outside the window passed by, the hawking sounds became quieter, the breath of life gradually faded, the number of pedestrians became a little sparse, but the number of gentlemen in formal suits and ladies in long skirts of various styles gradually increased.

They exchanged suggestions on how to control smog and reduce factory emissions, discussed the first part of the latest play, and commented on the level of singers and performers in the concert, all chatting and laughing.

Lu Ke drew down the curtains and closed his eyes to rest.

The closer to Queens, the better the living conditions of the residents, or in other words, only people with good enough living conditions, sufficient income and decent jobs can rent a house near Queens.

The Queens District is located in the northwest of Backlund. Together with the West District, it is the area with the best public security, the strictest supervision, and the most timely resolution of life problems in the entire city. At the same time, the Queens District is also very close to the headquarters of the Goddess of Night Parish in the North District, "Saint Samuel Church".

It can be said that if someone dares to make a big noise in that area, even a powerful half-human, half-god would have a certain chance of being defeated. But on the other hand, as long as the noise is not big enough and there is no abnormality, it will not be a big deal.

Even in the Queens District, there wouldn't be High-Sequence Experts constantly investigating the entire area, nor would there be Sequence 5 or Sequence 6 people patrolling and investigating everywhere.

Those old nobles with good conditions or wealthy new nobles would only choose to hire bodyguards to stay in their homes to ensure their own safety, while there were also many nobles who were gradually declining and could not afford to hire extraordinary people.

However, Lu Ke himself had no intention of causing much trouble today. Before gaining divinity, causing trouble could easily ruin his body that had already developed to this point.

Sequence 4 was a huge watershed. For a demigod to slaughter a Sequence 9 to 5, it would be no more difficult than killing a chicken. Even if Lu Ke was special, at this stage, he could at most kill one Sequence 4 in a hurry, and it would be difficult to replicate.

The temporary ritual could not borrow enough power and it was easy for the unrestrained original body to collapse. Directly using old knowledge to pollute was not a good idea either. Although strong people who were not angels and possessed divinity would be polluted, they would most likely not die on the spot, but fall into crazy and indiscriminate attacks.

The carriage stopped and the driver's voice came from outside.

"Here we are, sir."

Lu Ke got off the carriage, raised his eyes slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw the scenery in the distance.

The buildings facing the rising sun are exquisite, with Gothic spires piercing the morning light. The steam pipes wrapped around the arches are like silver snakes, swallowing and exhaling mother-of-pearl mist in the colorful light cast by the rose windows. Each piece of stained glass inlaid with gear patterns tells the story of the marriage of industry and mysticism.

Anyone who sees the current scenery will be convinced that this place is, as advertised, the pearl of the Kingdom of Loen, the city of hope, and the capital of all cities.

Luke picked up his cane, straightened his back, put on a gentle and polite yet slightly condescending smile on his face, and walked into the Queens area.

It was not difficult for him to pretend to be a noble. Not to mention the nobles, the Lukes in several worlds had already become kings and emperors and ruled the world, so it was easy for him to show the temperament of a superior.

The public security inside is indeed very good. Several police officers with neat uniforms, strong physiques, and who look quite professional and alert can be seen at a glance. Each magnificent mansion is separated by a distance, which ensures open space while protecting privacy.

There are also distinctions in Queens. Those in good locations are often inhabited by nobles with more distinguished and respectable status and huge capital flows and who have hereditary titles. Those in medium locations are inhabited by wealthy people with abundant capital but low titles or no titles. Then there are the increasingly weak and small nobles who can hardly maintain their dignity.

Lu Ke walked leisurely towards a house that was not in particularly good repair and maintenance and was located in a slightly worse location. His steps were steady and slow, and there was nothing unusual about him.

Several police officers met him on the way. The leading team leader waved his hand, and the police officers following him stopped, lined up, straightened their bodies, and saluted him in standard movements.

"Good morning, Your Excellency."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Lu Ke nodded indifferently, responded as if giving alms, and continued walking towards his goal.

After Lu Ke's figure walked away, a young-looking police officer behind the team leader spoke in a low voice.

"Captain, that gentleman just now seemed a little unfamiliar. Shouldn't we ask him about it?"

The captain of the team laughed softly, "You are still too young. In our line of work, you don't have to rush over when you encounter vicious criminals, or dangerous fires and gun battles, but you must have good eyesight."

"This...Captain, can I talk about the first two?"

"The emphasis is on the last one."

The team leader patted the young police officer's head in grief and said, "Although the man just now looked a little young, he was obviously a big shot who had been in power for a long time. He was most likely the eldest son of a marquis or duke, who would definitely inherit the title. He might even be a member of the royal family."

"That exaggerated?"

The police officer touched his head, looking puzzled, "But when those big shots go out, they are usually followed by a lot of people, right?"

"There will always be times when it's inconvenient and you need to travel alone."

The team leader frowned and gave an ambiguous smile that all men could understand.

Police officer: "..."

Unable to refute.

……

When he reached the mansion, Luke saw the markings in front of the gate.

"Larry."

He whispered the last name of the unlucky noble he had randomly chosen and knocked on the door.

A moment later, a middle-aged gentleman, who was dressed meticulously, opened the door, his tone polite yet confused.

"who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for your master. I have something important to discuss."

Lu Ke maintained his indifferent attitude, his voice became low and magnetic, as if it carried a unique magic that made people want to believe it involuntarily.

The old butler's mind was in a daze for a while. He was unsure about the visitor with extraordinary demeanor and could only observe with his peripheral vision. He made way only after confirming that the visitor was wearing a tuxedo that was not convenient for fighting, had no gun bag, and had no lethal equipment other than a cane.

"Are you Baron Larry's friend? Could you tell me your name? It is proper to send a visiting card in advance and make an appointment for a visit."

The old butler led the way and asked tentatively. Baron Larry...

Luke only then knew the title of "Larry". He deliberately pretended to be cold and impatient, glanced at the old butler, and said in a serious tone:

"It's not something you can know."

Many nobles have things that cannot be seen in public, whether it is shameful selfish desires, illegal behavior, illegal business dealings, tax evasion or even more serious things.

Could it be an officer from MI9?

The old butler was so deceived that countless thoughts were churning in his mind. He felt a pang in his heart and did not dare to ask any more questions about this matter. He just led the way obediently.

Although it looks a little worse than the other mansions in sight, it is a mansion in Queens after all.

Just as Luke followed the old butler to the living room, he saw the spacious courtyard, the coachman feeding the horses in the stable, the gardener trimming the green plants in the courtyard with scissors, the four chefs preparing food in the kitchen, and the six maids cleaning everywhere in a hurry.

What a luxury... and this is just a baron.

Lu Ke was amazed in his heart. It turned out that the nobles were much better than gangsters and the like. They were not in the same league at all.

After the old butler brought Lu Ke to the reception room, he asked politely and respectfully.

"I'll go and inform Baron Larry of your visit. Would you like tea or coffee?"

Luke casually replied, "Black tea will do."

"Okay, sir."

The old butler hurriedly turned around and left with a worried expression on his face. After a while, a servant handed him a cup of steaming black tea.

A moment later, Baron Larry, the owner of the mansion, came into the reception room.

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of this nobleman when he saw Luke. He didn't remember having such a young friend.

Maybe it's something else?
Just as he was about to speak, Luke raised his hand to stop him, looking at the old butler and the maid beside him, with obvious hints.

Baron Larry was stunned by such a serious attitude. It took him a few seconds to react. He understood something in his eyes and waved his hand to drive away the servants in the living room.

Only then did he ask cautiously:
"Please forgive the memory of a middle-aged man that has gradually declined with the passage of time. You are..."

"It's normal for you not to remember me."

"We have been strangers until now, but that will soon change."

Lu Ke stood up slowly. After the irrelevant personnel were cleared out, he was too lazy to be polite. A faint blue light emanated from his pupils.

Such an unreasonable phenomenon undoubtedly caused Baron Larry to panic.

He stood up suddenly, his body shaking uncontrollably, his facial features distorted with fear, his eyes full of terror, and he was about to open his mouth to shout for help, but just before he opened his mouth, the trembling stopped.

His distorted facial features returned to calm, the fear in his eyes disappeared again, and at the same time, a faint blue light appeared in his eyes.

……

Half an hour later, when the old butler came to the reception room again, he saw Baron Larry drinking his treasured wine with the visiting guest. The two were talking happily and the atmosphere was particularly harmonious.

"Koto, this is Jenova, my distant cousin and the honored guest of the mansion."

Baron Larry smiled and introduced the old butler, "Inform everyone that from now on, everyone should be as respectful to Jenova as they are to me."

"Yes Master."

Although the old butler named Ketuo was surprised, he still instinctively obeyed his master's orders.

Baron Larry nodded, and asked enthusiastically, "You must be inconvenienced since you just arrived in Backlund. Do you need to stay with me?"

Luke shook his head and refused, "No, I have a place to live now."

"understood."

Baron Larry had no intention of objecting. He nodded slightly, his face returning to its usual sternness, and ordered the old butler in an unquestionable tone:
"Withdraw 10,000 pounds from the account to give Jenova as living expenses."

Ten thousand pounds!

Taking out such a large sum of money and giving it to a distant cousin?
The old butler was so shocked by the number that his face stiffened and he swallowed. He glanced at Lu Ke in embarrassment and considered his words.

"Master, taking out 10,000 pounds of liquid funds will make it difficult for us to maintain the repairs of the mansion, the salaries of the servants, the maintenance of the horses and other expenses. You may also not be able to report to the banquets of medium or above standards, and you will not be able to enjoy dramas, music and art in the front row with other noble adults..."

Lu Ke, who was listening in, waved his hand and said, "Forget it then. How much money should we take out to maintain the current living conditions in the mansion?"

"About six thousand pounds."

"Take five thousand pounds."

Luke looked at Baron Larry and asked symbolically, "Is it okay?"

"No problem, you have the final say."

Baron Larry nodded with a bright smile, urging the old butler to do the job quickly. Only when he saw Luke collect the check and leave in the carriage did he nod with satisfaction and gradually return to his normal expression.

"Master, are you really going to give this large sum of money to a distant relative?"

The old butler asked worriedly.

“Do your job and don’t ask too many questions.”

Baron Larry waved his hands impatiently, and the old butler had no choice but to leave the room. Just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly heard the master's voice.

"and many more."

Baron Larry looked thoughtful and tapped the table lightly, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"Send me a note to Baron Glia, saying that I shall visit him soon."

"Yes."

The old butler bowed and recalled the procedure of the visit and asked:

"Are you going alone?"

Baron Larry lowered his head slightly. His expression could not be seen in the shadows. Only the corners of his mouth could be seen slightly raised:

"No, I'm going with Xenovia."

"Okay, master."

The old butler slowly closed the door. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a flash of faint blue light in Baron Larry's eyes.

click-

The door closed, and the old butler's mumbling voice echoed outside.

"Maybe it's an illusion..."

(End of this chapter)