Sean Dickinson walks through the restaurant door.
Wearing a mask that changes light and shadow, even if the strange phenomena on the mask are suppressed, this appearance is definitely not unattractive.
Although there were two tables of guests and service staff sitting in the courtyard planted with maple trees, Sean could carefully observe the scene in the courtyard without being noticed at all.
High-level explorers can not only shape the soul at will, but also make the soul as thin as a mist, so that ordinary people cannot detect it. This is why these powerful people can travel through the ordinary world like ghosts.
Quickly walking past the guests drinking tea and chatting in the courtyard, and the young waiter napping in the corner, Sean walked directly into the room. Even if a gust of wind blows by, it will probably cause ripples in people's hearts, but this explorer seems to not exist at all.
To exist means to be noticed. To these unconscious people, the seeker whose mask glowed with the light of the lamp had indeed never appeared.
The owner of this seven-hundred-year-old restaurant is a German man in his fifties with some gray hair. Standing behind the bar, he suddenly found that the door opened without warning. He looked up and saw an explorer wearing a black trench coat quietly walking in...
There was a flickering candlelight on his face, floating on the sea.
The person who came was like a phantom from another world, interacting with all the objects around him but not making any sound.
The explorer raised his hat in a gentlemanly manner, and the restaurant owner instantly understood what he meant: Don't pay attention to the intrusion.
He remained calm and breathed slightly as he watched in awe as the mysterious man walked toward the house.
He was a little worried that the dining guests would panic when they saw the explorer, but the strange thing was that they didn't seem to notice the visitor at all - they didn't even turn their heads when the mysterious person passed by.
Just when he was wondering what he was seeing, he saw the visitors stopping behind the one at the back...
Sean soon discovered who Arthur said was the key figure in rescuing Alicia. When he saw the other party's back, he couldn't help but laugh.
The European gentleman in front of him, who had his back turned to him, put his bowler hat on the table at hand and his crutches on the sofa. Beads of sweat broke out on his bald head, and it was steaming. Apparently, he was concentrating on enjoying his food.
Sean walked up to him naturally and sat down.
"Mr. Solomon, long time no see." Sean was very happy to see his old friend again.
Detective Solomon, who was originally concentrating on the roasted pork knuckle in front of him, raised his head with shock in his eyes.
"Arthur said you would come to me..." He held up the cutlery with crispy pork on it, but forgot to put it into his mouth - staring blankly at the bright ark that seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and seemed completely Unable to understand the scene in front of him, "But he didn't say that you are already, already King!...
The detective who loves gourmet food actually put the meat back on the plate, frowning and looking at Sean carefully: "You were still Jack when you were in Ocean City, and now...
"Why is it King?!"
It took the Leon detective nearly twenty years to gain his current strength. Even if he thinks highly of Sean, it doesn't mean that he can accept such illegal and ridiculous things.
Sean shrugged: "Just luck."
The rich detective blinked, as if he thought it was better to have a good meal than to think about these things, so he took back the fork, put the piece of barbecue with skin into his mouth and chewed it. It took him a long time to squeeze out some words from between his teeth: " That guy Arthur is unreasonable enough... You actually still... I can't understand the world..."
Sean smiled, still the same lovely Solomon.
Chewing, seemingly coaxed by the taste in his mouth, the smile on the fat detective's face returned: "By the way, Wei Ming... um, what do you call your new mask?"
"The Ark of Eternal Night."
"Okay, Mr. Ark," he pointed with his fork at the perfectly roasted pork knuckle on the plate with interest, "There is nothing better than the roasted pork knuckle here, and paired with white beer, tsk tsk... you don't Want one?"
Sean thought for a moment. Although he could eat while wearing a mask, considering his temperament when he walked in, he gave up the idea: "It's a shame, I'm not hungry."
Solomon, who did not belong to the Explorer system and never wore a mask, had a regretful expression on his face. He picked up the white beer on hand, which was as turbid as honey, and took a big sip. Sean blinked and swore he smelled a strong aroma of wheat.
Sighing happily, the detective wore a "please understand" smile, picked up his knife and fork and continued to engage in this steaming battle...
Based on Sean's understanding, he originally thought that Solomon, who had dried the entire roasted pork knuckle, used oatmeal bread with the remaining sauerkraut and gravy, and dried the plate clean, would have been full.
Unexpectedly, he raised his hand and ordered another Hermann sausage platter, filling up the huge beer glass at hand.
Arthur Merlin really got a good guy here. Under the mask, Sean froze, blinked, and looked at Solomon with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face...
After watching the gourmet finish another large plate of sausages, the detective who was passionate about food finally left the table, put on his hat and hung his cane on his arm: "There is nothing like a walk after a meal."
Isn’t there nothing like the roasted pork knuckle here?
Sean accidentally glanced at his partner's belly and found that his waistline seemed to have grown again...
After walking out of the old restaurant, the two of them walked around the city. Walking silently outside the "Below the Clock Tower" cafe in Marienplatz. Here, Sean's teammates are taking a rest - Moonlight is struggling to read a local newspaper in Gelman, Olivia is holding a cup of coffee and feels the heat from the porcelain cup with her fingers, and Ivan is Watching the street and meditating.
After ordering an espresso, Solomon sat down. Apart from Ocean City, the young people in front of me have made "reasonable" progress. Rather than seeing Sean's scary King-level mask, he was obviously more happy to see these "reasonable" young people in front of him.
After the coffee was served, the detective who was adding sugar to it piece by piece said, "Arthur has gone to pick up his teammates. We can only meet him in Vienna."
"What's the current plan?"
"It's not a war." He tasted the sweetness of the coffee and got a little coffee foam on his beard. "The result of Arthur and I's discussion is... to intercede first."
Sean, who didn't know much about the past relationship and feud, felt a little relieved: "Will negotiation work?"
He vaguely knew that the aloof scholar Schrödinger was inextricably linked to Arthur's social circle. If Alicia can be rescued through negotiation this time, it will be a real Hail Mary.
"Maybe." I couldn't hear much optimism in the detective's voice, "Arthur wrote to Werner Heisenberg - in today's world of physics, Schrödinger doesn't like many people. . I think Heisenberg will persuade him.
"I called Langzhiwan. This gentleman is one of the important cadres of the foundation. However, he only told me that Alicia is in stable condition now and refused to disclose anything else."
Solomon blinked, paused for a moment, and said: "Schrodinger and Rabbi Lins have been friends since they were teenagers, and they also have a lot of complementarities in subtle research. Moreover, the scholar we are talking about is really interested in the foundation. Be careful...
“In his eyes, Alicia has committed the unforgivable sin.
"What that guy wants to do, neither Arthur nor I can decide."
The bubbles in the cup seem calm, and only the explorer can hear them, but they are bursting layer by layer.
