Chapter 56: Probably Werewolf? |
The Nani Fashion Issue By:Kinoshita Nakui 4.8/5 Ratings 2.3 K Reads 3.6 M Words Tags Synopsis: Chapter 56: Probably Werewolf?
"Alright," Samuel put away his phone, his topic shifting abruptly. "Speaking of which, what do you plan to do next?"
"The winning condition of this werewolf game is to escape from here. Just hiding in the inn like a hamster won't work."
"Who knows when the zone will start shrinking."
Falson immediately sat up straighter. "I'll follow Mr. Samuel's arrangements."
He didn't know what werewolf was, nor what zone shrinking meant, but he understood what Samuel was saying.
He had already gotten quite used to ignoring the strange words that suddenly popped out of Samuel's mouth.
This felt a bit like the System in his head.
Maybe powerful beings all had their own strange quirks, liking to say weird things.
"Also..." His eyes swept over Falson's slightly wrinkled, dust-stained clothes. "Given the situation, we probably won't be leaving anytime soon. You'll need to buy two sets of spare clothes. You can't keep wearing that one set forever."
Falson looked down at his own clothes, which had been worn all day and weren't exactly tidy, then nodded.
Then he looked back at Samuel, noticing that although Samuel's clothes were similar to yesterday's, they were an entirely different set, equally clean and neat.
A gray vest, brown pants, no trench coat.
Not particularly formal, but very clean.
But thinking about how Samuel could conjure gold bars out of thin air, Falson wasn't puzzled anymore.
If he could create gold bars, what were a few clothes?
Several thoughts crossed his mind, but he immediately suppressed them.
Ask for something? No, that went against his principles.
He simply nodded. "Okay, Mr. Samuel."
Then he stood up, said a brief goodbye, turned, and went back to his own room.
Ten minutes later, the two walked out of the slightly gloomy entrance of the Gray Dove Inn and stepped back into the afternoon town square of Liant Town.
People were coming and going in the square, walking hurriedly. No one paid special attention to Samuel or Falson.
"I'm not using Psychological Invisibility right now," Samuel said, his cane tapping the ground. "The beginner's protection period is over. You'll have to start getting used to things slowly."
Falson nodded, noticing a policeman not far away who looked very sturdy and gave off a gangster-like vibe, staring at him.
Soon, the policeman seemed to decide there was nothing interesting to see anymore.
He lowered his head, took a half-smoked cigar from his pocket, and bit down on it.
Then he pulled out a match attached to the side of the cigar case, lit the half-smoked cigar, and twisted his neck.
After that, he leaned back against a wall, relaxed, and puffed on the cigar while looking down.
"Yeah, I noticed," Falson replied.
"Good." Samuel nodded.
He held his cane with both hands, his gaze fixed on a relatively bustling street at the edge of the square, where a few ready-made clothing shops with hanging signs were located.
"You're now officially stepping through the threshold of the extraordinary," he said, turning to Falson. "You're a Law Seeker now, so try acting independently."
With that, he reached into his inner pocket, pulled out a few ten-sien bills, and held them out to Falson. "Go buy some clothes."
Falson looked at the money being offered, clearly hesitating.
His fingers curled slightly; he didn't reach out immediately.
This money was no small amount to him.
But thinking about his current situation, he still reached out and took it, silently reminding himself to keep a careful record of this debt.
Noticing Falson's hesitation, Samuel's lips curled up.
"Just think of it as a loan. You can pay me back after we get out."
He was planning to cultivate a madman, after all, so of course he wouldn't easily break Falson's principles.
Madmen had to stick to their principles, even when crashing headfirst into a wall.
Hearing Samuel's words, Falson visibly relaxed.
"Alright, I'll pay you back." He smiled too.
"Go on, go on. Good luck!" Samuel waved his hand, then made a fist and gave a "come on" gesture.
His tone was a bit like coaxing a child leaving home for the first time to buy candy alone.
"Uh..." Falson felt a bit embarrassed, sensing that Mr. Samuel was a little too flighty.
But he still nodded. "I understand, Mr. Samuel. You should... be careful too."
Even though he knew the other party had his own methods, making this reminder seem redundant, he still subconsciously said it.
"Hehe, okay~." Samuel dragged out his reply, though his tone was a bit strange.
He also turned his head, glanced at the policeman smoking not far away, then stopped paying attention to Falson's awkwardness. With his free left hand, he casually pinched the air, moving as fast as a magician's trick, and a finely crafted black top hat appeared in his hand.
"Then we'll meet up in the square later," Samuel said.
Then, with a light flick of his wrist, he firmly placed the hat on his head, picked up his cane, and headed toward the market.
Falson watched Samuel's back disappear into the sparse crowd of the square, rubbing the bills in his hand.
"System..." he called out softly.
"What?" the System in his head replied.
"Can you handle this situation right now?" Falson asked quietly.
"Handle what?" the System shot back.
"Just... get us out of here," Falson answered.
"Simple," the System said matter-of-factly. "Just report Samuel right now."
Falson frowned, sighed, and shook his head.
"Forget it... I'll wait a bit longer."
He took a deep breath, then turned and headed toward the street with the cloth signs that Samuel had pointed out.
The System in his head let out an indistinct chuckle but didn't continue to push Falson.
A gaze watched Falson leave.
Everything that had just happened was seen by Grill, who was not far away.
He watched Samuel and Falson leave the inn, watched them talk, watched Falson mutter to himself after Samuel left.
Then, he took a deep, heavy drag.
He didn't care at all about the rule of not inhaling cigar smoke.
He sucked hard, took big puffs, inhaled deeply into his lungs, as if trying to burn a hole through them.
His lung capacity was astonishing. The cigar burned rapidly, faster than a normal person smoking a regular cigarette.
He didn't even take a breath in between until the cigar was burnt to the nub.
Then, holding his breath, he threw the cigar butt to the ground, stomped it out, and started walking forward.
As he walked, he forcefully exhaled, causing a thick cloud of smoke to trail behind him.
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