Steam Old Days: The Extraordinary Begins with a Corpse Collector

"So, what are you planning to do next?"

Alastor took a full bottle of whiskey from the bartender, poured himself a glass, and then poured one for Lyndon.

Lyndon lay on the bar, frowning.

Looking at the amber-colored liquid in the glass, he had no desire to drink it.

The two men were rebuffed by Viscount William and left Sutcliffe Estate in disgrace.

This also means that Lyndon's second option has failed.

They had to think of other solutions.

The two, in low spirits, did not drive the carriage back to Burton's cottage.

The carriage turned a corner and brought the two of them to the city center of Wiltling.

They found a decent bar, and Lyndon and Alastor parked and went inside.

As soon as he entered, Alastor ordered a whole bottle of whiskey.

The two of them drank to pass the time.

"As I planned, we need to find an experienced hunter who is familiar with the surrounding terrain."

"Sneaking in seems to be the only option." Alastor took a sip of his drink. "There are other things too: potions, ether bottles, weapons..."

Alastor counted on his fingers the things they might need.

"These things still depend on you. I'll go to the black truffle wine cellar and find a reliable hunter."

"Do you know where black truffles are?" Alastor asked.

"I don't know, so I need some time to find out," Lyndon said, stretching.

At that moment, the bartender, who was serving the guests glasses, heard Lyndon mention the black truffle cellar and blurted out, "In the eastern suburbs."

"What did you say?" the two asked in unison.

"I said the black truffle wine cellar is in the eastern suburbs," the bartender said.

Upon hearing this, Linden felt a surge of hope.

He hurriedly asked the bartender, "Where exactly in the eastern suburbs?"

The bartender, seeing Lyndon's anxious expression, managed a forced smile.

Lyndon asked again, and the bartender then slowly pointed to the cashier drawer on the side.

Its meaning is self-evident.

Lyndon glanced at Alastor.

Alastor remained silent, but took out a silver coin worth five shillings from his wallet.

The bartender took the money and then leaned closer to Lyndon, whispering, "In the leather village on the eastern outskirts, everyone knows that hunters go there to find customers who buy furs."

"But even if you know the address, it won't be easy to find. If no one points you in, everyone you ask will say there's no such place."

"So how do we find it?"

The bartender then pointed to that drawer.

Lyndon frowned, but he didn't react. He just looked at Alastor again.

Alastor rolled his eyes and took out a one-gold pound note from his wallet, the smallest note in his wallet.

The bartender's eyes lit up when he saw the gold pound on the bar.

He put the banknotes in his pocket and continued, "The black truffle cellar is in a village, not in a single room, but underground, consisting of several interconnected cellars. You need to find an old woman at the village entrance, sometimes her granddaughter. You need to exchange a secret code. Once you've exchanged the code, she will lead you to a house. Go down into that house's cellar, and it'll be there in a short walk."

"What was the code?"

The bartender pointed to the drawer again.

"Hey! Your mom..."

Alastor slammed his fist on the table and stood up! Pointing his finger at the bartender's nose, he could no longer contain his emotions.

While the group was arguing, a familiar figure was hunched over, secretly observing everything Lyndon and Alastor were doing.

But when he looked up, he was shocked to see that it was the same thief who had stolen Alastor's wallet during the day.

He recognized the two men arguing with the bartender.

The thief touched both sides of his face; the scene from earlier that day was still vivid in his mind.

"No, I'm going to tell the boss!"

With that, the thief left the bar without looking back and disappeared into the street outside in the blink of an eye.

……

Inside the shop.

"You bastard! What do you think you are?!"

Alastor grabbed the bartender by the collar, his face flushed red, and spittle flew onto the bartender's face.

"I've seen all sorts of people, and I've cheated all sorts of people! How dare you swindle my money! My money! Let me tell you! When I was cheating people out of money to do business, you were still breastfeeding! You were still crying and whining in your mother's arms, like a spineless wimp!"

The two argued and overturned the glasses on the bar, spilling the drinks onto the floor.

Lyndon stood to the side, also fed up with the bartender's repeated scams.

Seeing that Alastor had initiated the team fight first, he couldn't afford to fall behind.

When the other bar staff saw that someone was causing trouble, they tried to rush over to break it up, but Linden blocked them all by himself.

"You bastard! I'll teach you a lesson!"

As he spoke, Alastor reached for the bottle.

Just then, the bar door was kicked open.

boom!

A large group of people, armed with knives and sticks, stormed in.

The other guests, who were still watching the commotion, quickly huddled together in a corner upon seeing this scene.

There were about fifteen or sixteen of them, all with unfriendly expressions and fierce eyes.

The burly man leading the group wore only a jacket, which was open to reveal his thick chest hair. He was weighing a heavy iron chain in his hand.

"They're the bosses!"

The daytime thief peeked out from behind the burly man and pointed at Lyndon, shouting.

"Damn it, you dare hit my men and ruin my business! You've got some nerve, I'll strip you naked, break your legs, and throw you out into the street!"

The burly man swung the iron chain, smashing the wine glasses on the table.

Upon seeing this, the bar staff no longer cared about Lyndon and scattered like birds and beasts.

So, only Lyndon and Alastor, who was still clinging to the bartender, remained in the center of the bar.

Despite being surrounded by more than a dozen thugs, Lyndon remained completely calm.

He knew the situation the moment he saw the thief.

Lyndon turned back to Alastor with a helpless look: "Don't you think there's something wrong with them? They're scammers, thieves, and now this guy's here to cause trouble."

Alastor sneered, threw the bartender to the ground, and then sat down.

"I remember you said you didn't want to make a big deal out of it?"

Upon hearing this, Lyndon spat at the group of thugs.

"I take back what I said, they deserved to be beaten!"

Lyndon looked at this group of oddballs, his face expressionless.

He took off his coat and then slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms.

Seeing Lyndon's arrogance, the burly man waved his hand.

"Beat him up!"

The thugs swarmed forward.

Despite being surrounded by more than a dozen people, Lyndon remained remarkably calm.

The enhanced body is not something that ordinary people can easily deal with.

Lyndon's movements were as fast as a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, a group of people collapsed at Lyndon's feet.

The fights are usually over in one punch.

The thugs hadn't expected Lyndon to be such a formidable fighter.

Seeing his companion fall, one of the thugs immediately lost his nerve.

He happened to see Alastor sitting at the bar, so he set his sights on Alastor.

Alastor never imagined that anyone would want to hurt him.

But he only made a simple movement.

Alastor picked up the whiskey bottle from the bar and gave it a slight squeeze with his fingers.

Bang! The bottle shattered.

The crumbs were scattered all over the ground.

The thug was terrified, his gaze darting back and forth between Lyndon and Alastor.

Finally, he made up his mind, turned around, and rushed towards Lyndon.

At worst, it'll just be a matter of one punch.

After the first punch, I couldn't feel anything anymore.

……

In the blink of an eye, Lyndon had taken down all of the dozen or so thugs.

He was like a war god, standing alone among the crowd.

The burly man trembled uncontrollably upon seeing this.

The thief was still asking his boss what to do now.

"What should we do...?"

The burly man gritted his teeth, turned around, and threw the thief behind him in front of Lyndon.

Then he ran out without looking back.

"Boss!"

The thief cried out in despair, and he saw Lyndon's cold eyes staring at him.

He was so terrified by the murderous aura emanating from Lyndon that he was covered in snot and tears.

Lyndon didn't want to waste words with him, so he reached out and grabbed the thief's head.

Desperate to save his life, the thief immediately shouted, "Wait! I know someone who can lead you into Dark Oak Forest!"