Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 6 Hello, Transmigrator

October 7th, Thursday.

Around noon, the train carrying the four arrived in Tingen.

As before, they waited until everyone at the station had left and the station was completely empty before they left.

This can minimize the chances of innocent ordinary people being dragged into it.

Outside the station was a carriage that had been waiting for a long time, and next to the carriage was a gray-eyed man wearing a black trench coat.

This made Ember subconsciously glance at El—

He was also wearing a gray trench coat.

Aside from the different colors, the two were dressed almost identically.

"El".

The gray-eyed man smiled when he saw Al Hassen.

"call."

Al Hassen smiled as well, pointing to the gray-eyed man and introducing him, "Dunne Smith, an old guy like me."

"This is my teammate, Lolota. I think you should have seen her before... right? This is Bor...gi..."

Seeing that his movements were becoming sluggish, Yu Jin gave him another push.

"Feel sorry."

El Hassan sighed, took the box from Lolota, and continued, "Where were we? Borgia, and the Embers."

"Let's get in the car first."

Deng Enchao and the others nodded slightly, and then spoke.

Elhassen nodded, and without further ado, immediately led the group onto the carriage.

As I put the box on the ground and was about to get into the car, I noticed that Dunn's movements had become incredibly slow.

"Looks like you should drive me."

Al Hassen gave Dunn a push and said with a smile.

Dunn glanced at him, said nothing, climbed out of the carriage, and drove the carriage toward the Night Watch headquarters in Tingen.

The carriage journey took less than ten minutes, and they arrived at their destination.

Church of St. Serena.

"Tingen, St. Serena's Church..."

Yu Jin frowned slightly; fragments of his memory reminded him that these two places seemed very important.

Could it be that Tingen is a region where plot points frequently occur?

"Were you affected?"

When El Hassan saw that Ember was in a daze, he assumed that he was affected by '2-049'.

His expression changed slightly, and he immediately pushed Yu Jin, asking in a deep voice.

"no."

Yu Jin shook his head and explained, "I was just thinking about something."

"That's good."

Al Hassen breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it tried to influence the Ember in Backlund '2-049' and was stunned by the counterattack, it has not tried to influence the Ember again.

This led Al Hassan and his team to consider the embers as their last resort.

If Ember was indeed affected just now, then his insurance wouldn't work.

The group quickly passed through the hall of the Church of St. Serena.

Perhaps because it was midday, there weren't many people inside the church.

This made things much easier for the group. They escorted '2-049' through the main hall of St. Serena's Church and slipped inside through a hidden door.

Then, following the dark, narrow corridor, we arrived at a stone staircase.

"You guys go straight to Charnese Gate."

After descending the steps to a crossroads, Dunn said, "I'll go get my teammates."

"it is good."

Al nodded, and the two went their separate ways at the crossroads.

Even without Dunn's guidance, Al could still clearly find the direction of Charnis Gate—

Because regardless of the city, the underground layout is actually similar.

This allows night watchmen in other areas to easily seek help from local night watchmen when they encounter difficulties.

Soon, Al Hassen and his group arrived at Charnis's door.

But instead of going inside, they went into a small room next door.

That appears to be the guardhouse for watching over the Chanis Gate from the outside.

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

He was a young night watchman dressed in a white shirt and tight trousers, exuding a touch of poetic romanticism.

He stood up and nodded slightly to the group.

"Leonard Mitchell, the Midnight Poet of Sequence 8."

"Acting method?"

Upon seeing the poetic air about the other person, Al Hassen and the other two had the same thought almost simultaneously.

Before they learned about the role-playing method, they might have just thought he was a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur).

But they don't think so now—

The other party was clearly playing the role of a midnight poet.

"Have a seat for a while."

Al Hassan nodded to Leonard, then placed the box on the ground and asked, "We might be heading straight for a mission later, Ember, do you need to rest?"

Both he and Borgia are on the sleepless path, meaning they basically don't need to rest.

Lolota is the path for corpse collectors, and it also doesn't require a long rest.

Therefore, only the embers need attention.

"Need not."

Yu Jin shook his head slightly.

Although he didn't know why, he could still sleep peacefully even without a campfire.

But this does not mean he needs a long rest.

"That's good."

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

But deep down he was also a little curious.

Ember never revealed his sequence to them, and because Ember told them about the method of acting, they didn't dwell on it too much, only assuming that Ember had some unspeakable secret.

But not asking doesn't mean they aren't curious; they actually have some guesses in their hearts.

"who is he?"

Leonard, who was doing an awkward arm-bending exercise, looked at Ember with a mixture of scrutiny and surprise.

Because everyone present was somewhat aware of the characteristics of '2-049', the bent-arm exercise was to avoid being controlled.

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

And it was clear that Al Hassen and his group had no intention of correcting Ember.

Why is that?

Could it be that the other party is a high-sequence individual?

"Old man!"

Leonard's eyes flickered slightly, and he silently exclaimed in his heart.

"Don't ask anymore. He's not a high-sequence individual; he's not even an extraordinary one."

An aged voice rang out from Leonard's body, immediately causing the young 'poet' to open his eyes wide.

Not an extraordinary one?

How dare someone who isn't extraordinary be so arrogant? Don't Al Hassen and the others care?

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

This time, however, he brought along a young man with black hair and brown eyes, who had a distinctly scholarly air about him.

The young man's eyes held a hint of curiosity, clearly observing everyone in the room.

Finally, his gaze fell on Ember, as if he found his attire somewhat familiar.

"Klein Moretti has a strange connection with the Antigonus family's notes."

Dunn gave a brief introduction to the young man, then pointed to Ember and the others, saying, "These ladies and gentlemen are colleagues from the Backlund Parish, escorting the sealed artifact '2-049' here. This is Lady Lorota, a Sequence 8 gravedigger, and also a sharpshooter."

"Al Hassen, an old guy like me."

"These two are Borgia and Ember."

"ember?"

Klein's pupils contracted slightly, then he quickly lowered his head to hide the change in his eyes.

He had heard this name before, in a past life!

(End of this chapter)