Night World Players

Chapter 6 We all have no choice
"Although it is a proposal for a deal."

"But if everything you said is true, then I actually had no choice from the beginning, right?"

After a brief silence, Hiltina suddenly smiled.

She knew nothing about what was happening in Deep Blue Harbor.

If she doesn't want to be crushed to pieces in the aftermath of the God's descent, then relying on the experience accumulated by the young man in front of her over tens of thousands of cycles is her only chance.

"Not only me, but you as well."

"If we fail this time, then who knows if another night traveler enters this night world again, and it will be tens of thousands of times later, and whether something unexpected will happen to the night world during this period."

"We all have no choice."

She pulled something out of her bosom and threw it at Rast.

"Rather than calling it a deal, it's better to say that you and I have already been tied to the same rope."

"Let's work together and struggle to survive."

pat-

Rast reached out and caught what Hiltina threw to him.

This is a necklace. A rose emblem is carved on the gemstone of the necklace using extremely delicate craftsmanship, but the color of the petals is not vermilion, but bronze with a metallic luster.

Compared to when it was worn by the dead masked woman before, a crack suddenly appeared in the center of the metal rose that ran through the entire emblem.

Last remembered that Hiltina also had a similar pendant, but the emblem engraved on it was not a rose, but a laurel.

"This is a heraldry outfit exclusive to the secret organization "Bronze Rose". "

Hiltyna said: "Although the costume is damaged, it still serves as a Night Traveler's credential."

Luster picked up the pendant and looked through it.

His gaze lingered on the other empty side of the bronze rose emblem for a moment. Without saying anything, he put the pendant away.

"I'll go make some preparations."

Last looked up at the time on the clock above his head, then put on the coat hanging at the door and turned to go out.

"Wait for me outside the store in an hour."

……

At two o'clock in the morning in Deep Blue Harbor, the lights were gradually going out.

The street in front of the store was also very quiet, completely different from the bustling scene a few hours ago.

Hiltina stood motionless in the cold wind of the autumn night, her slender figure hidden in a waist-length hooded cloak, like a quiet sculpture.

Tick, tick.

She listened to the ticking of the pocket watch hands and calculated the time in her mind.

There were fifteen seconds left before the agreed time when a voice sounded in her ears.

"Your own cloak is a nice one. It will fit you better than the one I prepared for you."

Hiltina looked to her side and found that the young man, whose face was also covered by a hooded cloak, had appeared beside her at some point.

Last threw the other cloak in his hand aside and said, "That's right. Since we are night travelers who are going to different night worlds to carry out missions, we must have these essential props for murder, arson, and robbery."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and waved towards the empty street.

The next moment, a carriage drove from the corner of the street not far away and turned into the street where Rast was.

Then, it stopped right in front of Rast.

"Outer city district, No. 17 Luoning Street."

Luster boarded the carriage and skillfully handed two banknotes and a box of cigarettes to the driver in the front seat. "Hurry up, buddy."

"My private detective and I have been keeping an eye on that bitch of mine for two and a half months, and this time we finally caught her in the act."

"Once we catch them in the act, we will make sure that adulterous couple will be punished."

His voice had also changed. It was no longer as clear as Hiltina remembered it to be. Instead, it was much deeper, a little more hoarse and rough.

It’s like the middle class who really work hard to support their families, but suddenly find themselves with an extra hat on their heads and are suppressing their anger.

"Relax, buddy."

The coachman in the front seat took the banknotes and cigarettes, and his eyes, which were originally a little sleepy, suddenly became firm and bright.

"I'm betting my career on this. I won't let that couple get away."

Snapped--

There was a loud crack of a whip.

The horse's originally lazy pace suddenly accelerated under the stimulation of pain, and rushed straight into the night.

Feeling the old carriage speeding through the city at a speed beyond its theoretical performance, even the wooden boards began to creak. Hiltina couldn't help but glance at Rast beside her.

It was early in the morning, and most horse-drawn cabs would not choose to pick up passengers at this time.

She had just been standing outside the shop for more than half an hour. This was the only hackney carriage passing through the street.

But it was caught up by Rast, exactly.

During the journey, the two men didn't talk much in the carriage, only Rast chatted with the coachman.

After all, Hiltina's current identity is a private detective hired by Last to assist in catching an adulterer, and her voice is obviously inconsistent with the identity of a private detective, and Hiltina cannot fake her voice like Last.

The dark night scene outside the window kept changing.

Soon, the clean and spacious avenue where the two of them were originally in the city turned into an alley between low-rise houses.

The carriage turned another corner, and the outline of a street vaguely appeared in front.

"Let's get off here."

Last spoke, and the coachman immediately showed an expression of understanding and stopped the carriage on the side of the road.

"I understand. Since we are trying to catch an adulterer, we can't make too much noise, otherwise it would be bad if the adulterer and his wife escape."

He turned around and raised his eyebrows at Last: "Do you need my help, brother? Your private detective looks quite frail. If that couple gets angry and is ready to use violence, they may not be able to help you."

"I'm not bragging, brother. When I was young, I was also involved in the port gangs. It should be no problem for me to help you keep things under control."

"If my wife hadn't given birth to twins and I needed a more stable job, I wouldn't have become a rickshaw driver..."

The driver stopped talking abruptly, as if he remembered the image of Last with a green grassland on his head, and explained awkwardly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to show off in front of you..."

"fine."

Last waved his hand, politely declining the other party's offer to help: "We can handle it, you go back first."

"After this mess is over in a few days, I'll treat you to a drink at the Golden Deer Hotel."

Rast got out of the car and walked towards Luoning Street with Hiltina who didn't say a word.

"As expected of a guest from the inner city, I heard that the price of a meal at the Golden Deer Hotel is as much as my monthly salary."

When the two figures disappeared into the night, the coachman suddenly came to his senses and scratched his head in confusion.

"I didn't leave him my address, so how are you planning on inviting me for a drink?"

(End of this chapter)