Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 79: First Visit to Backlund
In the blink of an eye, another 6 days passed.

Roger stood up in the basement storage room at No. 4 Daffodil Street and tried to stretch his muscles.

Just a few seconds ago, this week's "Tarot Club" just ended.

During this gathering, Miss Justice got the recipe of the "Mind Reader" potion from Mr. Sun as she wished.

As additional compensation, Mr. Fool's "follower," Klein Moretti, received Audrey's promise to transfer 300 gold pounds to his anonymous account in Tingen.

In addition, Derrick Berg and Alger Wilson also elaborated in detail on the "acting method" knowledge circulated in Silver City and the appearance characteristics of Qilingos.

Roger listened carefully and at the end of the meeting, he mentioned that Audrey could go to Mr. A's Extraordinary gathering in the near future to buy the main materials for the "Mind Reader" she wanted. He also reminded her that she needed to bid through a friend.

He had already discussed this with the "Dark Saint" Xesma in advance.

The other party didn't care about the main ingredient of Sequence 8 potions at all, and even offered to give it to Roger's friend for free, but was rejected by him.

Because if that were the case, his account with Miss Justice would become unclear again, and he was unwilling to always overdraw the privileges of his status as a "special messenger of God."

Today was the day Roger had planned to go to Backlund. He had specifically booked a first-class ticket on the steam train that would depart for Backlund at 6:00 tonight.

Although this ticket with a private compartment was quite expensive, Roger gritted his teeth and bought it considering that he needed to take Bandit to see the world.

He gave his handbag a final check, making sure none of the magical items he might need were missing, then he gestured to Bandit to carry him out.

Just as Roger was about to lock the door, he bumped into Klein, who had just gotten off work.

"Metus, where are you going?" Klein was stunned.

"I'm going to Backlund to do some work and will be back next week." Roger nodded in response.

"Backlund...hiss, is he going to carry out that mission issued by Mr. 'The Hanged Man'?"

Klein secretly speculated, and his previously anxious heart finally settled down.

He had also considered asking Mr. Azik to help him carry out the mission of sniping Qilingos, but this mysterious history teacher suddenly told him that he had no plans to go to Backlund for the time being, so Klein had to put this idea aside for the time being.

In fact, this was also Roger's arrangement. He asked Mr. Azik to stay and continue to look for clues about the skull of the descendant of the god of death. Naturally, the task of killing "Vice Admiral Hurricane" fell on him.

"Well, be careful along the way."

Klein patted Bandit's head with a smile and watched the man and the cat walk away.

"I don't know if it's my imagination, but Meters seems to have gotten stronger again..."

Klein muttered silently, turned back home, said hello to his newly hired maid Bella, and prepared for dinner.

……

Since Roger bought a ticket for the fastest steam train at the time, he arrived in Backlund at 9:30 in the evening.

"Wow, it's worthy of being the capital of all cities, the land of hope."

Even though it was already night, there were still a large number of passengers from all over the world gathered on the platform, and all kinds of languages rang in Roger's ears.

This made Roger a little excited. He got off the platform, came to the street, and stopped a taxi.

He could have taken the Backlund subway, but considering that the dangerous items he was carrying couldn't come into contact with ordinary people, Roger decided to take a rented carriage for the time being.

"Excuse me, sir, where are you going?"

The driver was a man in his early 30s. He jumped out and opened the door for Roger.

"The Minston Hotel, Gower Street, Queens."

Queens was Backlund's most expensive district for the nobility and the wealthy. Nothing here was cheap, including hotels.

Gower Street is one of the more prosperous streets. Roger originally did not want to choose this place, but this hotel was suggested by the "Dark Saint" Xesma, and the meeting place he designated was nearby.

In addition, the Aurora Club will cover his accommodation expenses.

Roger was naturally happy to see this happen, as the Minston Hotel had a good restaurant and room service, so he could also include his meals in the room fee.

“It’s so nice to get reimbursed!”

Now he felt that he and Klein were quite on the same wavelength.

About forty minutes later the cab drew up in Minston Street.

Roger readily paid the car fare, which was more than double the price in Tingen, and walked into the Minston Hotel, checking in under the name of "Metersbonwe".

After a simple dinner, Roger left Bandit at the hotel and went alone to a three-story hexagonal stone building not far from Gower Street, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and walked in.

Behind the door was a brightly lit hall, where a tall and thin waiter in a tuxedo and a fox mask was already waiting.

"Can I help you?"

The other party spoke politely.

"I'm B."

This is Roger's code name for the messenger of God, corresponding to the first letter of "Bangwei".

In order to distinguish him from the original messenger of God, he did not add the word "Sir" after his name to distinguish him.

"Good evening, please follow me."

The waiter bowed slightly and took Roger through a corridor lined with various oil paintings, up three spiral staircases, and into a room that looked a little dim from the outside.

"Please come in, Lord Kesma is waiting for you inside."

After that, the waiter took his leave, leaving Roger alone.

He calmed himself down, pushed open the door and entered.

There were two very dim oil lamps in the room, and Roger could vaguely see the stacked wooden bookcases and a wooden high chair at the end by the light.

Sitting on that chair was a young man, his chin supported by his hand, his face shrouded in darkness, looking blurry.

But even so, Roger could tell that the other person's facial features were extremely handsome and familiar to him.

That was his immediate superior, the "Dark Saint" Xesma.

He closed the door behind him, then quickly walked up to the other person and saluted with his hand on his chest.

"Greetings, Lord Kersma. May you receive the grace of the Lord."

"Metis, it's been a while since we last met. I hope you're doing well."

Xesma nodded slightly, responding to Roger's greeting.

“Have you gained any new understanding of the gifts of my Lord?”

Roger knew that Ksema was talking about the "evil heart of a pastor" in himself.

He nodded, and said in a respectful tone with a hint of fear:
"Yes, Lord Kosma, I have been feeling and comprehending the grace of my Lord. I think I will soon be able to become a 'hermit'."

Upon hearing this, Xesma nodded with satisfaction again.

"Very good. Your growth rate is satisfactory. I believe you will soon become our backbone and play a role no less than that of other divine messengers."

Having said this, he turned his head and looked into the deeper darkness:

"You said so, right? A."

　The third update will be coming soon!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)