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On the tram, Chris was a little late because of the letter, and there were no seats left, so he had to stand.

He had already read the letter from Madison Asset Management.

The contents are roughly as follows: someone entrusted Madison Asset Management to handle a package, and the designated recipient of the package was Chris.

Madison Asset Management wanted him to go to the other party as soon as possible to complete the package receipt procedures.

After reading the letter, Chris parted his lips slightly and looked into the empty space ahead with a somewhat bewildered expression.

"How inexplicable," he murmured softly.

Who would think of leaving him a package in this way?

What's even more outrageous is why an asset management company would have this kind of business.

That's all the information in the letter. To figure everything out, Chris would definitely have to make a trip to Madison Asset Management in person.

Fortunately, that company was on the same street as the Louis Leather Goods Company where Chris worked.

He has too little time for lunch break and has a habit of taking a nap, so he plans to go check on things after get off work today.

Living on the same street, Chris had heard some rumors about Madison.

The most famous aspect of this is that the other party operates 24 hours a day, the company building is brightly lit every night, and they claim that there is no asset they cannot handle.

Besides that, there are the outrageously high salaries of their company's employees.

It is said that new employees at this company can earn 1 gold crown a month.

This is more than the annual income of many ordinary people.

The tram wasn't moving very fast, and it stopped at several stations along the way, with passengers changing in waves.

Chris remained standing.

He had the opportunity to find a seat, but the fact that the warmth coming from his buttocks was from another stranger made him feel uncomfortable, so he mostly stood when riding the tram.

Chris had thought things through regarding Madison Company. Looking out the tram window at the diverse pedestrians on the street, he began to consider his plans for tomorrow's day off.

First, there's the issue of his headache. He definitely needs painkillers, but that only treats the symptoms, not the root cause.

He definitely had to go to the church. Although Chris hadn't given him any hope, the pastors at these churches were very good at counseling people, and going there would at least alleviate his anxiety.

Or rather, going to church could extinguish the last vestige of hope in Chris's heart, allowing him to fully accept reality, work diligently to save money, and seek better medical treatment.

In addition, he will be attending a flea market-like gathering tomorrow evening.

He had a small handbag that he had made himself from leather scraps he brought back from the company. It was just missing a little bit of rare leather to finish. If possible, Chris planned to get some more scraps from the company today, finish it overnight, and put it up for sale at the flea market tomorrow.

This is considered a hidden perk of the leather craftsman profession: earning extra money by using the company's high-grade leather scraps.

The tram route is fixed, and Chris got off at Enclave Street, the busiest pedestrian shopping street in Rom.

His company, Louis Leather Goods, is located on this commercial street.

Chris took out his pocket watch and glanced at the time: 7:45. He straightened his suit, which had been wrinkled on the tram, and headed towards the company.

At this time, most of the people on this street are employees of nearby companies, so there don't seem to be many people on the street.

But once it's past 9 o'clock, the number of people on this street gradually increases.

Those wealthy ladies who don't usually work, public officials and white-collar workers who rarely get a day off, will start randomly appearing on this street.

Just as Chris was about 300 meters from the company, he saw a strange stall that stood out abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk.

Chris would find it strange because Enclave Street, as Rom's iconic pedestrian street, does not allow street vending.

If the urban management bureau finds out, having your stall confiscated is the least of your worries; setting up a stall here could really result in you being detained as well.

Moreover, the location where the other party set up their stall was also very unusual.

Generally, these mobile vendors set up their stalls on either side of the street, but this stall is just placed directly in the middle of the pedestrian street.

The stall owner sitting in the middle of the stall was dressed in a very strange way.

The other person was completely covered in black silk-like fabric, making it impossible to tell what kind of clothes they were wearing. Chris even thought that the other person might have simply wrapped themselves in a huge piece of black silk.

The man was wearing a black pointed hat with a huge brim. The tip of the hat was not straight up, but had a crease in the middle half, which made the tip bend slightly to the left and back.

The other person was sitting behind a low, dark brown square table. On the other side of the table was a similarly low, dark brown round stool. On the floor was a black circular rug, slightly larger than the table, with gold branch-like patterns decorating its edges.

The stall owner was bowing his head slightly, his hands, clad in exquisite black mesh lace gloves, constantly fiddling with a deck of cards.

The wide brim of the hat obscured the other person's face, and Chris could only see a small part of the other person's chin, from which he judged that the other person should be a young woman with fair skin.

Every pedestrian passing by that stall couldn't help but glance at it.

Chris is the same.

His gaze was drawn to the stall as soon as he saw it in the distance, not because of the stall owner's fair and elegant chin, but because of the deck of cards the stall owner was playing with.

Chris unconsciously slowed his pace as he passed that strange stall.

His gaze naturally fell on the playing cards the stall owner had placed on the table.

Just as Chris's gaze swept over a card on the table, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"That is..."

At this moment, a dozen or so playing cards had been arranged on the square table in front of the stall owner in a strange pattern.

These playing cards are printed with all sorts of strange patterns.

These patterns are mainly based on circles, and on this basis, various exquisite patterns, some gorgeous, some dark, and some full of vitality, are depicted with different colors.

There were so many patterns that Chris couldn't even accurately describe them in words.

The designs on this deck of cards were so exquisite that Chris was almost certain that the deck in the other person's hand was not a printed copy, but a precious hand-drawn version.

The card that made Chris stop in his tracks was placed right in the center of the table.

Although the playing card still features circular patterns, the circular area only exists in the upper half of the card, which is the ring-shaped handle of a key. Below it is the key head, which is dark blue-black and wrapped in a layer of white fluorescent light, making it stand out against the black background.

At first glance, the overall design of the key playing cards is very simple, without the intricate patterns that Chris could genuinely admire, unlike the other playing cards.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the background pattern of this simple key tag is unusually strange, with various beautiful colors faintly visible against the deep black background.

As Chris's gaze moves across the key itself, the colors in the background of the key tag constantly change, but if his attention shifts from the key to the background, he can only see a deep black.

Chris felt that the key pattern on the key tag looked very familiar.

He felt a sense of déjà vu about the very realistic rust marks on the key pattern, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen them before.

"Sir, would you like a fortune telling? It's only 50 copper crowns."