Mystery: Undead don't die from passing fire

Chapter 6 Hello, Traveler

October 7th, Thursday.

At ten minutes before noon, the train of four arrived in Tingen.

As before, they still wait for all the people at the station to leave, and they don't leave until the station is empty.

In this way, innocent ordinary people can be avoided to the greatest extent.

Outside the station was a carriage that had been waiting for a long time. Beside the carriage was a gray-eyed man in a black windbreaker.

Ember subconsciously glanced at Al——

He also wears a gray trench coat.

Except for the different colors, the two people's dresses are almost identical.

"Al."

The gray-eyed man couldn't help but smile when he saw Al Hasson.

"call."

Al Hasson also smiled, pointed at the gray-eyed man and introduced, "Dunn Smith, an old guy like me."

"This is my team member, Lolotta, I remember you should have seen... right? This is Bor... Ji..."

Seeing that his movements became slow, Ember pushed him again.

"Feel sorry."

Al Hasson sighed, took the box from Lolotta, and then introduced, "Where did you just say? Borgia, and embers."

"Get in the car first."

Dun En slightly nodded at the few people, and immediately opened his mouth to speak.

Elhasen nodded, without any nonsense, and immediately led several people into the carriage together.

When he put the box on the ground and was about to drive, he saw that Dunn's movements became extremely slow.

"It looks like you should drive me."

Al Hasson pushed Dunn and said with a smile.

Dunn glanced at him, said nothing, got out of the carriage and drove the carriage to the headquarters of the Nighthawks in Tingen City.

In less than 10 minutes, the carriage has arrived at the destination of the trip——

Church of St. Selina.

"Tingen, Church of St. Selina..."

Ember frowned slightly, his memory fragments reminded him that these two places seemed very important.

Could it be that Tingen is an area with a high incidence of plots?

"Are you affected?"

Seeing that Ember was in a daze, Al Hasson thought he was affected by '2-049'.

With a slightly changed expression, he immediately pushed Ember and asked in a deep voice.

"No."

Ember shook her head and explained, "I was just thinking about something."

"That's good."

Al Hasson breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since Backlund '2-049' tried to influence the embers and was repelled, it didn't try to influence the embers all the way.

This made Al Hasson and the others use Ember as a last resort.

And if Ember was really affected just now, then his insurance would not work.

A group of people quickly passed through the hall of St. Selina Church.

Perhaps because it was noon, there were not many people in the church.

This relieved them a lot. They escorted '2-049' all the way through the hall of St. Selina Church, and entered it through a hidden door.

After that, he walked along the dark and narrow corridor and came to a stone staircase.

"You go directly to Chanis Gate."

After going down the stairs to an intersection, Dunn said, "I'll call my team."

"it is good."

Al nodded, and the two sides walked in different directions at the intersection.

And even without Dunn's guidance, Al can still clearly find out which direction the Chanis Gate is——

Because no matter which city you are in, the underground layout is actually similar.

This allows nighthawks in other regions to conveniently seek help from local nighthawks when encountering difficulties.

Soon, Al Hasson and the others came to Chanis' gate.

But they didn't try to enter, but walked into a small room next to it.

It seemed to be the guard room guarding the Chanis Gate from the outside.

In the guard room, someone was already waiting for them.

It was a young Nighthawk wearing a white shirt and tight trousers, with a romantic temperament of a poet.

He stood up and nodded slightly towards them.

"Leonard Mitchell, the midnight poet of Sequence 8."

"How to act?"

Seeing the poetic temperament in each other, the three of Al Hasson came up with the same idea almost at the same time.

Before knowing how to act, they might only think that this is a sophomore boy.

But now they don't think so—

The other party was obviously playing the midnight poet.

"Sit down for a while."

Al Hasson nodded to Leonard, then put the box on the ground, and asked, "We may go directly to the task later, Ember, do you need to take a break?"

Both he and Borgia are sleepless path, basically no need to rest.

And Luoluo Tower is the path of the corpse collector, so it doesn't need too long a rest.

So only embers need attention.

"Need not."

Ember shook her head lightly.

For some reason, he could still sleep peacefully without a bonfire.

But that doesn't mean he needs a long break.

"That's good."

Al Hasson nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

But he was actually a little curious in his heart.

Ember never revealed her own sequence to them, and because Ember told them how to act, they didn't get too entangled in this matter, they just thought that Ember had something to hide.

But not asking doesn't mean they won't be curious. In fact, they secretly have some guesses in their hearts.

"Who is he?"

Leonard, who was doing the awkward arm-bending movement, looked at Ember with some scrutiny and surprise.

Because everyone present more or less understands the characteristics of '2-049', the bending arm movement is to avoid being controlled.

But Ember was the only one who didn't do so.

And Al Hasson and the others clearly had no intention of correcting Ember.

Why is that?
Could it be that the other party is a high-sequence person?
"Old man!"

Leonard's eyes moved slightly, and he let out a low cry in his heart.

"Don't ask, he's not a High Sequencer, he's not even a Extraordinary."

An old voice sounded from Leonard's body, and the young 'poet' suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Not Extraordinary?
Isn't it an Extraordinary who dares to be so arrogant?Don't they care about Al Hasson?

Not long after, Dunn Smith returned to the guard room.

Only this time, he brought a young man with black hair and brown pupils who was obviously bookish.

The young man's eyes were a little curious, obviously looking at everyone in the room.

In the end, his eyes fell on Ember, as if he felt that his attire looked familiar.

"Klein Moretti, there is a wonderful connection with the notes of the Antigonus family."

Dunn pointed to the young man for a brief introduction, then pointed to Ember and the others and said, "These ladies and gentlemen are colleagues from the Backlund Parish, escorting the sealed item '2-049' over here. This is Ms. Lolotta, The gravedigger of Sequence 8 is also a sharpshooter."

"Al Hasson, as old as I am."

"These two Borgias, Embers."

"ember?"

Klein's pupils shrank slightly, and then he quickly lowered his head suddenly, so that no one could see his changing eyes.

He had heard of this name, in a previous life!

(End of this chapter)