"Unfortunately, I don't plan to change my faith easily." As he said that, Klein drew the triangular holy emblem symbolizing the God of Steam and Machinery on his chest.

During the pause when Brother Burning Sun seemed to be intending to add something, "Watson" finally spoke in time to interrupt his prepared Burning Sun chant:

"Leonard, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Of course." The sun believer responded readily, using pliers to carefully pick up the photo film soaked in the developer, and put it into the developer stop tank nearby.

"Do you know much about Backlund's extraordinary gatherings? Can you tell us how to participate in some of these gatherings?"

Klein's mind moved, and he instantly thought of the Sequence 7 potion formula that he had yet to find, and then thought of the increasingly worrying gold pound in his pocket, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of sadness and joy.

"Extraordinary party..." Lionel thought for a few seconds, then suddenly hummed and said in an exciting tone, "There will be such a party in the West End this Saturday. If you want to attend, you can go with me."

Arthur Watson's reaction seemed to be hesitant for a moment:

"...the extraordinary party organized by Mr. A?"

"So you know, you want to know about other parties?" Lionel didn't ask for specific reasons, so he held the sun badge on his chest and recalled it, and said quite uncertainly, "There is a restaurant on Tiemen Street in the Bridge District.

The bar also regularly holds similar parties, or trade fairs, but the doorman there is a hateful storm believer, so I have never stepped into that bar, and I don’t know the specific situation..."

"Is there any other choice?" Arthur Watson continued to ask unkindly.

This time, Lionel thought for a longer time:

"Eastern District... There is an underground black market in the East District. As far as I know, most of the people who go there to trade are marginal characters with less honorable status. They more or less have a few lives on their hands. Both buyers and sellers

They may be potential murderers, smugglers or human traffickers. If you want to go, you'd better make some preparations... be mentally prepared to adapt to the rules of the jungle where order is mixed with chaos."

"I understand. In other words," in the dimly lit photo developing room, Arthur Watson slowly showed a sickly and exquisite pale smile, "those are all gray characters who can be killed and it doesn't matter, right?"
Chapter completed!