Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 607 - 422: New Dawn (Part 5)_2

Chapter 607: Chapter 422: New Dawn (Part 5)_2

Inside the room, the half-human who was originally the contact person and his companions suddenly pointed their guns at him.

When those people burst into room 117, along with the sound of gunfire, Laiyale’s double died.

By the time those people rushed into room 117 and gunfire started inside, Laiyale saw the ancient building’s mechanical bodies suddenly appearing on the other side of the street. Their legless track transmission devices sprinting down the street, they then charged into room 117.

This made Laiyale choose to flee without hesitation—otherwise, he’d truly be waiting for death.

Leaving Naples, Laiyale had deliberately used a local drunkard’s appearance to cast an Illusion Technique over himself, and Sylea did the same—the combination of a young man and a fairy girl was too conspicuous, whereas a drunkard and his daughter looked much more normal. Moreover, the drunkard’s pocket contained two train tickets. Since they were leaving Naples, nothing could be faster and safer than taking a train.

Besides, train tickets were anonymous; who would know if a drunkard and his daughter were fakes?

So, Laiyale and Sylea eventually escaped to safety.

But over the last two days, he had been troubled by one question—why did the ancients want to kill him? Was it their own idea to betray him, or was it the proxy’s intention to kill him as a scapegoat?

Why did the mechanics in the ancient buildings of Naples know about room 117? Laiyale didn’t believe that mechanical bodies from across half the city would come to exercise their law enforcement powers.

Those guys must have come for the statue and that egg. Who were they, exactly? He had come into contact with the egg; could it have left a mark on him?

Therefore, Laiyale got off the train between Rongma and Naples, and stayed in the small town of Rocasecata for four days—Sylea rented a place to stay from a local half-elf family, while Laiyale checked into an inn on the other side of town.

During those four days, the murderers had not managed to catch up with them, which finally put Laiyale’s mind at ease—if the egg really was a problem, four days were enough for those mysterious pursuers to come riding on horses.

Thus, after picking up Sylea, Laiyale simply used the Church’s Teleportation Array to head directly to Rongma.

For safety’s sake, he stole from an unlucky fellow, then used the money to buy new clothes, and also a vacant house—Rongma was expanding recently, and there were plenty of empty houses in the new district. Reportedly, this was Prince Malin Gaiate’s idea. Although it cost a pretty penny, to be honest, if anything really happened, Sylea would have a place to stay.

Like in Rocasecata, Sylea used her real identity to live in the new house, while Laiyale rented a guestroom in the north of the city with a fake identity.

Leaving the clothing store, Laiyale returned to the new house, where the newly purchased furniture had already been arranged by the service department. After paying, Laiyale handed the last money bag to Sylea: "Be careful living on your own. Remember to use the makeup techniques I taught you to disguise yourself. Make sure to apply eyeliner and foundation properly; it will make you look like another person. Remember that."

"I remember, but Laiyale, are you really not going to stay?"

"It’s too dangerous, I won’t let you be in danger. Trust me, Sylea, once all this is over, I’ll take you to Carterburg."

Looking at the tears in the eyes of the girl in front of him, Laiyale also felt like crying, but he had made a vow; the tears of his lifetime had dried up along with the destruction of the orphanage.

"Take good care of yourself. I will go now. Meet me in the southern market street in two days. Remember, 9 a.m., don’t forget." Having said that, Laiyale bade farewell to Sylea and then left the small building.

Laiyale didn’t dare stay any longer because he feared he wouldn’t have the courage to leave.

Stepping out of the building, leaving the new city district, and passing through the city gate, he, waiting in line, was suddenly tapped on the shoulder from behind: "Hey, Halil."

This body’s owner was called Halil? Laiyale controlled his urge to kill on impulse, quickly changing the color of his pupils, altering the thickness of his lips, while also enlarging his nostrils.

Then, as he turned around, he found that the Thanan man who had tapped his shoulder was looking at him with a confused and embarrassed smile: "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else, you look just like a friend of mine."

"In terms of drinking?" Laiyale smiled.

"Yeah." The half-blood who looked like a Thanan man awkwardly pulled out his credentials: "Union Inspection Department, Carter City. Your silhouette looks a lot like my friend, Halil Duboa."

"Is that so... He’s missing."

"Yes, he said he would meet me in Rongma; I don’t know where he is now."

"I’m sorry then, officer, I don’t know where your friend is," Laiyale said, scratching his head.

The officer Carter nodded: "I understand. I will wait for him here. Also, I’m sorry."

"It’s nothing, sir, people always mistake others for someone else." With that, Laiyale bade the officer farewell.

Pulling out an identification card, Laiyale, who had reverted to his original appearance, smiled and waited for a moment.

The City Guard checked the document, "Ah, Mr. Halil Duboa, you may go now."

"Right, I’m off." Laiyale took back his document, walked through the city gate, and slipped into a nearby alley.

With his first step out of the alley, Laiyale’s appearance changed; maroon curly short hair turned into golden shoulder-length hair, his drowsy eyes became sharp, with red pupils, slim and arrogantly upturned lips, as well as healthy wheat-colored skin.

Laiyale turned his coat inside out—the dual-faced coat was prepared for moments like this.

Stepping out of the alley, a typical Sydneyan youth appeared on the street, the previous identification card already discarded and now in its final stages of self-combustion.

"Sir, would you like to see a newspaper?"

"Give me one."

He gave a coin and received a newspaper; Laiyale then confirmed the tattoo on the boy’s arm, "I need some help, kid."

"Sir, what else do you need help with?"

"The help on your arm."

Having exchanged the secret code, the kid’s smile faded as he looked around and, finally confirming no one was watching, spoke to Laiyale, "East City Avenue, number 117."

"Thank you." Laiyale nodded and then headed without looking back towards East City Avenue—or so it seemed.

Because at last, Laiyale understood.

Number 117 on East City Avenue was the property of the Farole Brotherhood, and the Brotherhood... was an ancient faction’s hidden piece on the board.

No wonder their identification cards could be so convincingly forged.

Because really no one could beat them in this area.

Making a detour, Laiyale finally spotted a pair resembling Sydneyan travelers, a young male and a young female, holding hands, walking within the city of Rongma. They seemed to be... on a honeymoon trip?

They must be wealthy people.

With that thought, he held the newspaper and, as he passed by them, pretended to bump into the man unintentionally.

"Sorry, sir." Laiyale apologized in standard Sydneyan.

"Hey... are you also from Sydney?" The young man was initially angry but then noticed Laiyale’s appearance and his accent, "Ah, I didn’t expect to meet a fellow countryman here, what’s the matter, is there an emergency?"

"Yes, there’s an emergency." Laiyale embarrassedly spoke while pulling out a pocket watch from his pocket. As he opened it, a crisp sound rang out.

The expressions of the young couple froze simultaneously.

With the assistance of an Illusion Technique, Laiyale publicly pilfered the young man’s identification, his pocket watch, his wallet, and the private money in his shirt collar.

"Sorry, sir, I’m five minutes late already, my girlfriend is waiting for me."

Hearing this response, the young husband suddenly smiled and then started to act like a normal person again, "I see, that is a reason worthy of my forgiveness, get going then, young lad."

After saying goodbye, Laiyale walked a distance before turning into another alley.

He picked up the new identification and glanced at the name on it.

Logan?