Old days, dice and investigator's manual

Isaac thought for a moment. This black dog should have its own name. After all, the aura it exuded when it first appeared did not seem like that of an unknown person. If he were to name it, he would have no way of knowing if it had any intentions.

"You should have a name, right? If so, it would be better to use your original name?" he said cautiously.

The black dog hesitated for a moment, did not insist that Isaac name it, and finally raised its front paws and started scratching at the ground.

The claws grazed the ground, leaving a trail of golden flames that did not ignite anything, but merely outlined a word composed of Heroic characters.

Isaac identified the characters and tried to read them aloud: "Fenriskul..."

When the black dog read the word, its ears perked up slightly, its golden eyes flashed, and then the golden flames went out.

Isaac sensed that the name was unusual, at least in terms of its number of syllables, but it would be awkward to pronounce in everyday life, so he said, "Can I call you Fenri normally?"

The black dog remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly weighing whether the abbreviation was acceptable, before nodding after a moment.

Isaac breathed a sigh of relief and stood up: "Alright, Fenri, wait here for a moment while I get ready."

Fenri squatted down as a response.

Isaac returned to the living room and carried the stack of books from the desk into the guest room one by one.

Edward had a large collection of books, and it took him several trips to move them all. Then, at the top of the stairs, he called up to the upper floor, "Boss, do you have a map of Vista?"

Carlo's voice came from the second floor: "Can't you find it yourself? It's on the mantelpiece."

Isaac walked to the fireplace, brushed aside the scattered papers, and finally found a map of the Vista district, marked with the distribution of main streets, squares, churches, and institutions, as well as some markings circled in pencil, probably Carlo's own annotations.

Isaac located Red Maple Street on the map and then extended outwards along the street in search of possible recycling sites.

In the southeast corner of the city, he first found an area marked "Carriage and Horse Shop," where carriages should be handled. However, such places usually do legitimate business, and they might not be willing to take his dilapidated carriage frame that was about to fall apart.

Isaac looked around some more and found an area marked "Recycling Station". Although you can't get a high price for things in that kind of place, they probably won't be too picky about the origin and condition of the goods.

Isaac stuffed the map into his pocket, went out again, and saw that Fenri was still hanging the rope pulling the cart, so he simply sat down in the driver's seat: "Let's go, let's go to the recycling station first, I'll give you directions."

Fenri started walking, pulling the nearly falling-down carriage along the street, while Isaac checked the direction.

Unlike the streets we passed through upon entering the city, the residents in this area were clearly of a higher social status. The sidewalks were paved with neat bricks and stones, and every few steps there was a street lamp with exquisite scroll patterns cast on the lampposts.

The men on the street were all dressed in suits and ties, wearing bowler hats or top hats, carrying canes, and walking with a leisurely pace. The women, on the other hand, wore long skirts, carried parasols, and walked in twos and threes on the sidewalk.

Isaac looked down at his workwear jacket, which seemed out of place with the street's art style.

Of course, the dogs pulling the cart were even more out of place.

As a middle-aged gentleman with a hunting dog passed by the dog cart, his dog barked twice at Fenri. Fenri didn't even turn his head, but just glanced at him. The dog whimpered, tucked its tail between its legs, and shrank behind its owner.

The middle-aged gentleman tugged at the leash, looked at his dog with confusion, and couldn't understand why the hunting dog he had bought at a high price was suddenly so frightened.

Isaac pretended not to see and continued to look at the road.

After walking a while, Isaac saw a couple not far ahead. When the woman looked over, she paused noticeably, then turned her head, covered her mouth with her hand, and whispered something to the man. The man followed her gaze and frowned slightly.

"I'm not going to be looked down upon..." Isaac thought to himself. After all, on this street, a young man in a work jacket driving a dilapidated horse-drawn carriage pulled by a black dog was hardly "refined" or even proper.

Then he saw the man take two steps forward, stop at the roadside, raise his cane to block the road, and signal for the car to stop.

Isaac pulled on the reins, and Fenri stopped.

The man looked Isaac up and down before asking, "How much to the Cathedral of Glory?"

Isaac was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had been mistaken for a coachman, and the kind of coachman who drove a special dog cart.

It seems that the lady saw the dog cart, became interested, and wanted to ride in it.

"I'm sorry, sir, you've misunderstood. My car..."

Before Isaac could finish his refusal, the gentleman pulled out a one-shilling note, raised his chin, and said, "Don't spoil my lady's mood."

Isaac glanced at the banknotes, then at the lady's expectant eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to take them: "Please get in the car, uh, but the carriage might not be very comfortable."

The gentleman opened the carriage door and helped the lady into the carriage. Isaac heard the lady let out a small exclamation from inside: "Oh, this carriage is really interesting!"

"It's a bit torn," the gentleman commented.

Seeing the two get into the car, Isaac quickly checked the map and found the location of the Cathedral of Glory. Fortunately, it wasn't too far from here. Just walk straight along this street and turn a corner.

He closed the map, thinking to himself that the people of Vesta were really generous, spending 1 shilling so casually, it was like throwing money down the drain.

However, since someone is willing to throw money away, he doesn't mind making a quick buck and earning some extra cash.

"Fenri, let's go." Isaac shook the reins.

Fenri started walking, and the lady's enthusiastic voice could be heard from inside the carriage. The exact words were unclear, but from her tone, it was clear that she was quite satisfied with the dog-cart trip.

In less than ten minutes, the spire of the Glory Cathedral came into view at the edge of the horizon.

It was a grand Vista-style building, its gray stone facade seemingly glowing in the sunlight. Three pointed arches stood on the front, with lush golden branch patterns carved above the lintels, and a rose window with stained glass refracting colorful patterns.

Seeing that the square in front of the church was full of pedestrians, Isaac stopped his car at the edge of the square.

The gentleman got out of the car first, then helped his wife out. After she stood up, she looked back at Fenri and smiled, "Young man, your car is really nice."

Isaac nodded politely: "I'm glad you like it, Madam."

The gentleman took out a coin and tossed it to Isaac: "Here you go."

"Uh, thank you, sir," Isaac said, taking the food.

Another 5 pence, it seems to be a tip. Although the attitude wasn't very polite, the hand gesture was quite generous.