Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

"Big brother...please...let me go..."

The thief, pinned under Lyndon's feet, endured the pain and pleaded with a mournful face.

Lyndon looked at the wallet in his hand and unconsciously increased the pressure on his feet.

The thief fell to the ground, feeling the pressure on his face, and the sound of his heartbeat traveled through the ground to his ears.

He felt his face being rubbed against the ground, and his fear intensified.

This person... he... he seems capable of murder!

A thief is just a thief after all; he won't stand a chance against a tough opponent.

"Shut up!"

Faced with the thief's noisy pleas for mercy, Linden shouted at him sternly.

The thief immediately fell silent.

Lyndon then saw Alastor arrive at the scene and slowly began to speak:

"I won't kill you. I'm new here, and I don't want to be burdened with a murder case so easily."

With that, Linden released his foot.

The thief, who had escaped unharmed, immediately got up from the ground.

He squatted on the ground, not daring to raise his head easily.

"Your wallet."

Lyndon stepped over the groaning thug on the ground, walked up to Alastor, and handed him the wallet.

Alastor took the wallet and leaned against the wall to examine the checks inside.

Fortunately, not a penny was lost.

"Are you alright?"

Alastor put the wallet back in his pocket and looked at the blood on Lyndon's hand.

"They can't hurt me."

Lyndon said confidently.

"Spin around and show me."

Alastor drew circles in the air with his finger.

Linden, though puzzled, could only do as instructed.

Alastor scrutinized every detail of Lyndon's body, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily, the clothes weren't torn; they cost me a lot of money."

It turns out she was worried about something going wrong with the clothes she paid for.

After figuring this out, Lyndon couldn't help but laugh.

Alastor truly lives up to his name.

At this moment, Alastor gestured with his chin towards the thief squatting on the ground.

"What should we do with that bastard?"

Lyndon turned to look at the thief.

When the thief saw that both of them were looking at him at the same time, he couldn't help but tremble. He then lowered his head and stared intently at a small pebble in front of him.

"Let it go," Lyndon said. "We've just arrived in Wiltlin and haven't established ourselves yet, so it's best not to cause trouble."

"I have connections," Alastor said.

Is it free?

"Of course not."

"That settles it then." Lyndon laughed and punched Alastor on the shoulder. "I can't expect you to clean up everything for me; I can't afford to ask you to."

Alastor rolled his eyes at this, as if he hadn't caused him much trouble.

"Alright, consider them lucky." Alastor looked up at the position of the sun. "It's getting late, we still need to see the Viscount, let's go."

So the two left the alley side by side.

The thief listened to the footsteps approaching and receding until he could no longer hear them at all before he dared to quietly raise his head.

Lyndon and Alastor were nowhere to be seen in the alley.

The thief breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground, watching his brother fall to the floor.

"Damn it, we're done for!"

Meanwhile, Lyndon and Alastor walked out of the alley and returned to the carriage.

Alastor was still driving, with Lyndon sitting beside him.

The two drove the carriage leisurely out of the city.

Sutcliffe Estate is located in the Great Mill in the South District, where Wiltling’s largest textile mill is located.

However, it is the private property of the Sutcliffe family.

The manor sits on a gentle slope, backed by a spur of the southern foothills of the Benning Mountains, and is about ten meters higher than the surrounding cities.

The manor was like a high-seat emperor overlooking everything.

Alastor drove his carriage onto a tree-lined avenue, which was lined with plane trees on both sides.

Walk along this tree-lined path until you reach the end, and you'll see a large iron gate that's tightly shut.

Behind the iron gate is a three-story stone mansion, built entirely in the Georgian style.

Restrained and composed.

A pair of griffins are carved at the top of the gateposts.

That was a legendary monster, half lion and half vulture.

The people of this land regard it as a symbol of courage.

Alastor stopped the carriage, and Lyndon jumped down and walked to the iron gate.

Next to the iron gate was an exquisite doorbell.

Lyndon pressed a few times.

A short while later, an elderly gentleman in a tailcoat emerged from the mansion with a group of male servants.

Lyndon recognized the old gentleman as the one who had come to see him during the day.

The iron gate slowly opened.

The old gentleman walked up to Lyndon.

He nodded slightly to Lyndon, then said in a steady voice, "Mr. Lyndon, the Viscount has been waiting for you. Please come in."

After saying that, he turned to Alastor, who was driving the carriage, and said, "Mr. Alastor, please get out of the carriage. You can hand it over to the servants behind me. Their skills are trustworthy."

At that moment, a servant stepped forward and took the reins from Alastor's hands.

Then, he slowly drove the carriage into the manor.

"Rest assured, the estate will provide your horses with the best service," the old gentleman said.

"Of course we believe that."

The two then entered the manor, led by the old gentleman.

Walk through the long corridor.

Lyndon saw the entire manor.

There is a fountain directly in front of the manor.

The multi-layered water spray basins are stacked one on top of the other, with clear water flowing gently down from the top.

The front of the mansion has nine long windows with white stone frames and light gray granite walls that gleam with a delicate sheen in the sunlight.

There is a small dome in the center of the roof, and a flagpole stands on the dome.

The Sutcliff family crest flies atop the flagpole.

"Please come in."

The old gentleman's voice was steady.

As the door opens, the first thing that catches the eye is the black and white marble tiles on the ground.

The ground is like a chessboard.

Each tile was polished until it shone like a mirror.

It feels like even a fly landing on it would slip and slip.

Directly opposite is a wide oak staircase, with handrails carved with vines and leaves, and an oil painting hanging on the landing at the corner of the staircase.

The painting depicts a middle-aged man in hunting attire riding a horse with a fallen stag at his feet.

"That's Mr. Lucas, Mr. William's father, the former owner of this estate."

The old gentleman gazed at the painting and explained it to the two men.

"Excuse me, where is the Viscount?"

Lyndon didn't care about the history of the manor.

The old gentleman frowned, and a hint of reproach appeared in his eyes as he looked at Lyndon.

The old gentleman was very displeased with Lyndon's rash behavior.

But the butler's manners compelled him to speak to Lyndon in the most polite language: "Mr. William is practicing riding at the stables. Please come with me."

The old gentleman led the two through the corridor and pushed open a door.

Behind the gate was a wide and tidy meadow, the air filled with the scent of earth and grass.

This is the Viscount's private racecourse.

A section of the grassland was fenced off with white wooden fencing.

A ring of yew trees was planted around the perimeter, and the yew trees were trimmed neatly.

A handsome man wearing riding boots rode a tall, brown horse, holding a saber in his hand.

He and another man riding a black horse galloped and fought across the grassland.

The horses neighed, and the blades clashed.

The servants around them cheered loudly.

"That young man is probably the Viscount," Alastor whispered in Lyndon's ear.

Watching the handsome man's excellent horsemanship, he couldn't help but ask Lyndon for his opinion of the viscount.

Lyndon squinted at him for a moment, then said seriously, "Heroic and dashing, exceptionally brave and valiant."

"He's someone important!"

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, a loud neighing came from the horse farm!

The man on the black horse raised his knife to signal surrender.

"Mr. William has won!"

The servants shouted and waved their hands in celebration of their master's victory.

The handsome man rode his horse and galloped around the horse farm with an air of swagger.

Her golden hair shimmered in the sunlight.

Finally, the handsome man on horseback saw Lyndon and Alastor standing next to the old gentleman.

"You're the alien researchers?"