[The Ram Chronicles] (Volume 4) (08) Author: gesid368570

Author: gesid368570
Word Count: 10118

(Volume 4, Chapter 8) Chapter 56

(1 PM, October 6, 1900, in a slum, a warehouse under Luke's control)

"Damn it, do you think I'm dead?" In a corner of the warehouse, a tall, burly man
angrily smashed an empty wine bottle in front of several women—Luke was leaning against a nearly rotten wooden chair,
slightly drunk, with a large bruise on his forehead.

In contrast to Luke's rugged physique, a rather delicate and petite girl in white was
beside applying cold water to his wound with a towel.

"Luke! We're doing this for Brother Simon, stop causing trouble—" Dora stood
behind Hannah, shouting sharply.

"I don't care if you're working for Brother Simon or causing trouble—" Luke waved to the side
, and a group of burly men wielding various "heavy weapons" surrounded him. "—Brother, you should give
me some face. You bunch of bitches, coming to my turf and causing trouble, then just leaving?"

"So what do you want? Torture Mia on the spot?" Pattaya's face darkened, and she secretly
pulled a dagger out of her sleeve. "I'm afraid Mr. Simon won't agree."

"Oh, who do we have here?" Luke chuckled dryly, pulled the girl beside him into his arms, and
slipped his hairy hand inside her thin coat. "—Brothers, remember these two chicks!"

The men behind Luke laughed, occasionally making insulting gestures and gestures.

"Hey! Tell me, back then, which woman was more fun to fuck?" Luke asked, turning around.

"Of course it's Pattaya, look at her legs—"

"Dora even kicked me back then, that debt—hehe."

"I'd rather play with Pattaya—Dora begs for mercy as soon as she gets her hands on her, Pattaya's mouth is tight,
but her ass is a real handful!"

"Dora's breasts are bigger—"

The crowd chattered, spewing lewd remarks and laughing unrestrainedly,
discussing the "funny incident" from two years ago without any regard for the feelings of those involved.

Recalling that humiliating experience, Dora and Pattaya, still shaken, couldn't help but shrink back—
even though the instigator, Hannah, was right in front of them, they instinctively used her as cover.

"Oh, what are you saying?" Hannah raised her voice, gracefully taking a few steps forward, her feet clasped together as she stood in
front of Luke, bending down. "When did my dear Luke change his ways, and his tastes become
so interesting—" Hannah turned her gaze to the girl in Luke's arms

. The girl in Luke's arms shrank back, avoiding Hannah's gaze.

"You filthy bitch, I'd completely forgotten about you—" Luke bent down, tilting his head to glance
at Hannah's full breasts, which swayed slightly beneath her. "—The whip and the branding iron aren't enough for you now, are they
?"

"I really appreciate your 'care' that time, sir~" Hannah smiled seductively, sticking out her tongue and licking
around . "But unfortunately, of the two 'sirs' who 'took care' of me back then
, only one remains."

(The other's fate was likely to be having his throat slit by Haya, then being finished off by the other gang members before being thrown
into the sea—and all of this could have happened to Luke back then.)

Touched on a sore spot, Luke frowned and looked up, meeting Hannah's half-smiling gaze.

"Pah, I'm fucking impressed. How has Simon been dealing with you these past two years?" After a long pause, Luke
spat , tightening his grip on the girl in his arms, who let out a soft gasp. "When you're free, big brother, let me have a
look too."

"Welcome. Bring this little sister along too." Hannah carefully examined the somewhat unfamiliar
girl. "I'll prepare double the stuff Simon usually uses—I just don't know if
this little sister can handle it."

"...Damn it." Luke released the girl, stood up abruptly—almost causing her to fall—walked past
Hannah , and went to the side of Mi'er, who was being held captive and bound by her men. He stared at her for a while. "Get lost—but
leave those two women here."

Luke pointed with his thumb to the other two women lying on the ground—they had come with Mi'er to rescue
Lin Hua, but unfortunately fell into an ambush and were captured.

Dressed only in tight black bodysuits, their hands were bound behind their backs, several ropes wrapped around their slender bodies
, which had been beaten with sticks. Lying on the ground, their faces contorted in pain, their bodies curled up—
the smooth curves of their buttocks, revealed in this way, looked quite alluring.

"Deal." Hannah turned and left without looking back. "Could someone please help me carry Lin Hua's little dog
into the car?"

Mia, her mouth stuffed with a rag, struggled desperately, whimpering, but could only watch helplessly
as her two best friends, who had cast helpless and desperate glances at her, gradually disappeared from sight.

In the instant before the warehouse door closed, Mia couldn't
help rushing towards the two sisters, surrounding them, tearing at their thin clothing.

"Feeling sorry for them?" Hannah winked at the man who helped her lift Mi'er onto the carriage, patting Mi'er
's bottom. "You did this yourself—they're suffering for you."

"Ughhhhhhh!" Mi'er glared at Hannah.

"You can only blame your stupidity—you fell for this trick! I think Lin Hua taught you nothing!" Hannah
kicked Mi'er to a corner of the carriage, then turned her over so she was lying face up.

"And it's not too late now—" Hannah listened intently to the woman's cries coming from the warehouse
, "—if you're willing to tell me the girl's whereabouts, I can plead with Luke for you."

"..." Mi'er was silent for a moment.

"One is an outsider whose background you don't know, the other is your good sisters—is it hard to choose?"

"..." Mi'er turned her head towards the inside of the carriage.

Hannah clicked her tongue—Mi'er's reaction was completely unexpected.

Hannah had meticulously planned everything—if the two women in the warehouse knew the blue-haired girl's
whereabouts , Luke would find a way to get them to talk; if only Millie knew, she would
use them to force Millie to speak.

But Millie was willing to sacrifice the innocence and lives of her two sisters for a stranger's little girl, not to mention…
Afterwards, all sorts of unbearable experiences awaited them—Rook and his men had a considerable interest and experience in torturing people,
especially women.

"Do they know where that girl is?" Hannah's eyes darted around as she removed the gag from Millie's mouth
. "If they do, you should tell them for them—Rook has plenty of ways to pry it out
of ."

"Cough cough, they know… but, but, they can't."

"'Can't'—what does that mean?" Hannah kicked Millie at her feet. "Listen carefully, if
Rook gets the girl's whereabouts out of them first, you know what will happen."

"...Can't!"

"Don't you understand? If you don't tell them, they'll either be tortured to death—you
know all of Rook's methods—or they'll reveal the blue-haired girl's whereabouts to Rook." "

...I'll tell—I'll tell—" Millie's breathing suddenly quickened, her face contorting.
"—Huh? I can't—"

"'Can't'?" Hannah noticed the strangeness in Millie's body.

"I, I—" Mi'er seemed to be having trouble breathing. "I, I promised, that girl."

"I don't care what you promised, if you don't tell, those two women will—"

"I, we, absolutely, absolutely, will not, betray her!" Mi'er shouted a few times, then fainted.

Dora, who was in the driver's seat, jumped down from the carriage upon hearing the commotion and, together with Pattaya, opened the rear door—
they saw the unconscious Mi'er and a tense and confused Hannah.

"Hurry up, what are you standing there for! Go find a doctor, quick!" At Hannah's angry shout, Dora immediately returned to
the driver's seat and raised the whip.

Pattaya secretly climbed onto the roof of the warehouse and lay in wait, keeping an eye on Luke's movements.

In the bumpy carriage, looking at Mi'er, whose eyes were wide open but whose body was stiff and numb, Hannah felt
a chill run down her spine.

However, less than an hour later, Pattaya reported an even more perplexing development—the two women
in Luke's hands were also showing symptoms similar to Mia's.

(Neil, October 6, 1900, 3 PM, Inner City, Police Station)

"Name!"

"Ah, that punch worked pretty well, it still hurts—"

"Name!"

"I say, officer—it's fine to just sit here like this, but people need to eat, right?"
Simon leaned back in his chair listlessly, then reluctantly sat up straight—the chairs in the interrogation room were extremely uncomfortable,
digging painfully into his skin.

"Your name!" Barnes seemed relatively rational, but his eyes were bloodshot, and he had been
relentlessly questioning Simon for two hours.

And his interrogation was making no progress—this was evident from the questions he was asking and the frequency of his questions.

"Oh, well, I'm very grateful you gave me directions, but that doesn't mean we're on
a business of exchanging names and addresses, does it?" Simon tilted his head, half-closed his eyes, and gave a provocative, wicked smile—the complete image of
a scoundrel .

Looking at the boy, whose face was completely different from when he asked for directions yesterday, Barnes' anger flared—with a snap,
the pencil in his hand broke in two.

Simon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"What do you think this place is?" Barnes slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"...A place where it's best to keep your mouth shut when there's no lawyer around?" Simon replied with a smile, "See, I've
already given you a huge discount."

Barnes' chest heaved, his eyes wide, staring intently at Simon.

Exposed so closely to such blatantly hateful stares, Simon didn't feel any discomfort.
On the contrary, he even whistled at the pitiful man who had almost reached his limit of patience.

A gust of wind whistled past Simon's cheek as Barnes' fist slammed onto the wooden desk.

Taking a few deep breaths, Barnes withdrew his trembling fist and turned to walk towards the exit of the interrogation room.

The iron door slammed shut—Syman sighed quietly.

Actually, Simon didn't think he was suited to this role, but given the other party's apparent intention to delay the lawyer's arrival
, he had no choice but to act this way.

Moreover, it was also for Xiao Ke's sake. Earlier, when he was caught red-handed by Officer Barnes at "Summer Palace,"
Xiao Ke, clutching her ankle, secretly sent a short but very telling code:

Help me, fiancé, being coerced, don't hurt him—Simon didn't even have a chance to smile wryly then.

Quickly understanding the situation, Simon immediately replied to Xiao Ke by twisting his ankle:

Me, leverage, coercion, boss, don't say anything—unfortunately, Xiao Ke was lying face down at the time, otherwise Simon
really wanted to see her expression.

Touching the bruises from his earlier beating, Simon couldn't help but feel annoyed. If his lawyer had been there, he should have been granted bail immediately for
any signs , and the bail amount would have been very low—in Ram,
torture is illegal.

But the situation was a bit complicated.

First, Simon had no contacts in the city who could be provided to the police—the flower shop absolutely couldn't be allowed
to go unnoticed by the police.

Then there was the issue of bail.

Simon was determined to "hold out for Xiao Ke to the bitter end," admitting at the opportune moment that he was
the owner of "Summer Palace"—so finding someone from "Summer Palace" to vouch for him was out of the question.

Second, Simon couldn't remember any lawyer's name or contact information—Erner and Lin Hua occasionally
hired lawyers in the city to handle matters for the Men's Society, but Simon had never personally dealt with such matters.

"What's the longest you can be unjustly detained by the police?" Simon looked up, thinking, but couldn't recall.

Simon wasn't worried about the people at "Summer Palace"—Xiao Ke's subordinates should know their place and wouldn't
gossip .

In other words, this officer named Barnes wouldn't have any decisive "evidence" for the time being.

Under these circumstances, Simon could only wait.

Wait for the lawyers hired by the authorities for citizens who couldn't afford lawyers to arrive—which would probably take a long time.

"Is there any other way—"

"Hey! You brat! Sit up!" A loud shout interrupted Simon's thoughts.

Simon snapped out of his reverie, and sitting in front of him were now two policemen, one fat and one thin.

"Tell me the truth! Your—let me see, name?" The burly policeman stared at the blank...
The interrogation officer paused for a moment.

"Ahem, I think everyone should calm down." The tall, thin policeman cleared his throat.
"After all, the age of the suspect is quite delicate—hey, young man, how old are you this year?"

"...Both the 'good cop' and 'bad cop' roles are unsuccessful." Simon shook his head. "Hey buddy over there,
the one with the bigger belly, yes, you—playing the 'bad cop' is actually very difficult."

"...Huh? Me?"

"The 'bad cop' needs to have a firm grasp of the situation, choosing the right words and angles to provoke, and never letting
their guard down. To be honest, you're more suited to the 'good cop' role; just handle things well—you
look quite approachable too." Simon smiled and winked at him.

"Uh, thank you." The overweight policeman seemed a little embarrassed.

"As for this—" Simon turned to the other officer, "—what does 'involved in the case' mean?"

"It means—"

"This can't even be considered a case, so how can there be any talk of 'involved in the case'?"

"Well—"

"So, calling someone a suspect is also untenable."

"But that girl—"

"Playing with his own girl on his own turf—what's wrong with that?"

"..."

At this point, they couldn't very well insist that the "involved" lady was the captain's fiancée—
the two officers were speechless for a moment, and could only watch helplessly as Simon overwhelmed them with his imposing presence.

"Speaking of which—" Simon suddenly noticed something.

He smelled an unusual scent on these two officers—
the exact same scent as the spices that Miss Shirley used—Symmon never misjudged the difference between different spices.

"Gentlemen, you wouldn't happen to be regulars at my shop, would you?" Simon leaned forward,
placed his handcuffed hands on the interrogation table, and asked in a low voice.

"Behave yourself! What nonsense are you spouting?" The tall, thin policeman immediately responded sternly.

"How did you know?" Unfortunately, the overly frank nature of his colleague, another officer,
greatly diminished the effectiveness of his warning.

Good luck—Syman couldn't help but chuckle.

"You! Keep your voice down! You, you just said—" the tall, thin policeman lowered his voice, "—you just
said, 'in my shop'? 'My own territory'?"

"You are, the owner of 'Summer Palace'?" The obese policeman looked incredulous.

"I was very disrespectful earlier, please forgive me." Simon nodded slightly—that's right, those troublesome
policemen were a minority after all.

"My—God!"

"Young man, you are actually—"

Seeing this, Simon readily pulled a card from his pocket—that valuable
VIP card.

"If you two don't mind, please accept this."

"This, this is! This is blatant bribery!" The tall, thin policeman immediately regretted his words—while he stood up and pretended to be nonchalant, his colleague had already swiftly stuffed the card into his pocket
with practiced ease . "What are you talking about? It's just a nice piece of wood." Simon spread his hands and winked at the fat officer. "If you don't like it, just throw it away, it's not worth much anyway." Five minutes later— "Oh dear, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" "That's right! Although it's a bit disrespectful to the captain to say this... but if you ask me, this promising young man actually did the captain a favor—that Miss Kelian is such a shameless woman." "Please don't say that, that girl is a 'quite nice' woman, your captain ." Simon's smile was completely genuine when he said this. "Well—maybe, to be honest, they've already reached the point of discussing marriage—" The tall, thin policeman shook his head. "I'm sorry about that," Simon said sincerely, with a hint of sadness. "Your captain is a rare 'good guy.'" "Hey, that's right, we're one thing, but the captain... well, that's another story—we two brothers really respect him!" the portly policeman said earnestly. "You can tell he's lucky to have two such loyal and capable subordinates." The three chatted quietly, occasionally exchanging compliments, completely dispelling the unpleasant atmosphere in the room . "By the way, if you two don't mind—" "Go ahead." "When will my lawyer arrive?" Simon cut to the chase. "A lawyer? You have the right to hire a lawyer, but—" "Why?" "Why don't you pay for one? The city provides you with a lawyer for free—you should forget about that —to be honest, the appointment is already booked until next month, and by the time he arrives, his three-day detention period will be over." " I don't have any relatives or friends in the city, could you two help me hire a lawyer? Price is negotiable—" "Well, haha, who doesn't like money? It's just that with the captain—if you don't specify a contact person, we can't help you hire one." "Okay, I understand." Simon could tell that although these two were easy to bribe, they were still —Xiao Ke's judgment was not bad. "By the way, if you only need bail—you don't necessarily need to hire a lawyer," the fat policeman reminded him. "Oh?" "Yes, a guarantor will do." "A guarantor?" "Yes, like an individual with legal qualifications—but these are basically lawyers. It's rare to find someone who isn't a lawyer but also has legal qualifications—or a socialite." "A socialite—" "Yes, and you'll have to pay a bail bond. Your bail bond—the captain definitely won't let you off the hook—will probably be very high; the captain has the authority to increase your bail amount." The fat policeman added. "Money is no problem—" "That's right, that's right—" "Hmm, let me think, what about people from the Chamber of Commerce?" Simon had a sudden inspiration; he remembered the businessman named House he'd met yesterday. "People from the Chamber of Commerce are fine, but only high-ranking members—sorry, otherwise, if they vouch for each other , the laws of Ram City will be a joke."

"This is ridiculous enough already," Simon managed to suppress the urge to say.

In that case, asking Mr. House for help was out of the question. Simon didn't want to owe anyone a favor,
nor did he want Mr. House to see him in such a changed state—that would be very awkward.

"I have someone in mind—could you contact them for me?" Simon offered another "celebrity"
name .

"Are you sure?"

"You're not kidding, are you?"

The two policemen were stunned.

Inside the police station's canteen, officers returning from "Summer Palace" were enjoying their belated
lunch .

Normally, the canteen was the liveliest place in the police station during mealtimes. From queuing for food to
taking their seats, the predominantly young police force was always bustling with noise and shouts.

But today was a little different.

A dejected man sat in a corner of the canteen.

The sorrow and indignation emanating from him distorted the surrounding air, causing those around him to instinctively
sit as far away as possible, while trying to keep quiet—though whispers were still
inevitable.

With a bang, another empty wine bottle smashed on the table; Barnes had finished his second bottle of wine.

Vomiting up the alcohol rising in his stomach, Barnes was disappointed to find that he wasn't drunk yet.

Barnes stood up and walked to the food window. Seeing no one inside, he stuck his head in, his eyes meeting those of the cook who was
deliberately hiding to the side.

"Any more wine? Thank you." Barnes forced a smile, but the desperate tone of his pleading
added a touch of sorrow to the smile.

"Barnes—Mr. Barnes." The cook, nearing fifty and having served the police station for twenty years, was
familiar with everyone and always addressed Barnes by his first name. But now, he couldn't stand it anymore. "You
've had too much to drink."

"It's alright, just give me another bottle." Suddenly, Barnes' vision blurred, his knees buckled, and he collapsed against
the window .

The cook immediately ran outside and helped Barnes to his table, patting his back.

Everyone put down their utensils at the sound and watched quietly.

"Hmm, is there any more wine?" After some time, Barnes regained consciousness.

He looked around; only he and the old cook remained in the large dining hall.

"You can't drink anymore," the cook said earnestly.

"The lunch wine is unlimited for officers—" "

...Mr. Barnes—okay, one glass, no more."

Barnes thought for a moment and nodded.

Just as the cook got up to pour Barnes a glass of wine diluted with grape juice, a policeman
rushed in, flustered.

He burst through the cafeteria door, yelling at Barnes,

"Captain! Reception! Please come immediately!" At that moment, in the police station's reception area, a disheveled woman

with messy hair, seemingly insane, was shouting and making a scene. "Ah! Simon! Where is Simon! Release Simon immediately!" "Welcome—Dr. Margarita! Please, please calm down!" Faced with the enraged Dr. Margarita , the young receptionist panicked. "Um, who is Simon? What procedures do you need? Is it bail?" "Yes! Bail—but he's completely innocent! Innocent! Do you understand?" Margarita grabbed the receptionist by the collar and dragged him close. "Yes! Yes! Doctor! Please let go! I'll process it right away—" "Hurry up! My time is precious!" "Yes, yes—" The officer quickly glanced at the detention record, then looked at Margarita with some doubt before reviewing it again. "Did you find him?" Margarita's eyes widened, her demeanor aggressive. "We haven't arrested anyone with that name here." The young officer carefully relayed this information only after ensuring he was out of Margarita's reach. "What did you say—" "Dr. Margarita! Show some respect!" A loud shout interrupted Margarita's one-woman show. Seeing Barnes arrive at the police station's front desk, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. "I don't respect myself? You're the ones who arrested innocent people! Release Simon now, or I'll never forgive you!" Margarita crossed her arms and plopped down on the table in the reception area, her expression menacing. “We’ll process it immediately, please be patient. Also, please provide this ‘Syman’s’ characteristics—” Barnes was about to offer some words of advice when he suddenly fell silent. “Characteristics, is that it? Okay, he’s very—very handsome! About this tall, he’s neither fat nor thin—he looks a bit thin, but he’s very muscular—” Margarita gestured animatedly, completely oblivious to Barnes’s gloomy face. “Understood, Doctor, I know who you’re talking about.” Barnes sighed. “Understood? Good, then hurry up and go—” Margarita was overjoyed. "Given that a socialite like yourself is providing the bail, we can release this person directly—" A sinister thought, never before seen before, rose in Barnes's mind, "—but the bail still needs to be paid." "Okay! Where do I pay?" "This suspect is involved in kidnapping, instigation—" Barnes gritted his teeth, "—rape, coercion, slavery, and other charges. In addition, considering that his personal assets, identity, and family situation are unclear, this person's bail amount must not be less than—500,000 lar, and three percent of it will not be refunded." Everyone present gasped. Not only because of this outrageous astronomical figure, but also because, combined with the rumors that were spreading rapidly in the police station, Barnes was clearly abusing his power for personal revenge—in other words, the content of that rumor was very likely true ! In a corner of the reception area, two policemen, one fat and one thin, had just arrived. Hearing their superior's words, they couldn't help but exchange a glance—none of the charges listed by Barnes had sufficient evidence to convict . "No problem!" Margarita agreed without even blinking. "If anything happens to him, no, even if he loses a single hair, I'll sue you!"

“…Then, bring the form for the doctor—” Barnes stared at Margarita for a moment,
then turned around with a serious expression, “—I’ll go and bring him over.”

“Simon?” Barnes slowly sat down in front of Simon.

“Hmm? How did you know—oh, so my ‘friend’ has arrived, right?” Simon raised
his chin, making no attempt to hide his smugness.

“I once heard a rumor.”

“Oh?”

“Just a rumor—‘Mr. Simon,’ a criminal gang leader who roams the slums, using violence and
terror bully men and women, indulging in wealth, and being ruthless and cruel.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t understand at all.” Simon felt a little flustered, although his expression remained generally
calm , he subconsciously scratched his cheek—just in time to scratch the injured area, Simon shuddered.

“I want to ask you something.”

“I’m all ears.” Simon shrugged.

"Miss, does she—have you got something on her?"

"Something on her? What an awful word." Simon muttered to himself, but he had no choice but to play
along . "Debts must be repaid? Threats? You make it sound like I'm some kind of villain—"

"...That's enough for today, but this isn't over."

"Anything else?"

"I attacked you as a man, so you won today—if only
the laws of Ram City didn't explicitly prohibit duels."

"Oh, how scary—anything else?" There's more to it? A duel could be
settled anywhere—Simon thought.

"...Until the case is cleared up, you are not allowed to leave Ram City, and you are not allowed to leave your residence between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. daily
."

"Uh, that's a bit—okay." Simon blinked—you can't expect someone to guard you in
the slums , can you?

"Anything else?"

"No, get out of here."

"Well then, goodbye, kind officer—have a good day."

Simon stood up, gave a farewell bow, left Barnes behind, and swaggered out of the interrogation room
into the corridor.

"Which way out?" Simon turned and asked.

"I won't see you out—I'll remember you, I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"What an honest man." Simon muttered to himself, "Let me see, how do I go—I've got it!"

Simon smiled, stepped forward, and greeted a female police officer walking towards him, "Excuse
me , which way out is this?"

"Ah, hello! Go this way, turn right, go to the end, that's the reception area, you can go out from there."
The female officer, carrying a file book, seemed quite flattered, and pointed out the way to Simon in detail, even
watching Simon reluctantly until he reached the corner of the corridor.

"We'll meet again someday." Simon's voice came from around the corner.

Knowing the handsome young man who had just passed by was out of sight, the overjoyed policewoman
couldn't help but wave in the direction Simon had disappeared—unfortunately, the person she was meant to wave to was kicking over a table in the interrogation room
next door , making a loud noise and shattering the young policewoman's small,
beautiful dream.

"Simon!"

"Marty."

Lost in the belated, sincere love, the woman and Simon
embraced tightly without restraint amidst the astonished gazes of everyone.

"They didn't do anything to you, did they—what happened to your face?"

"It's nothing, I bumped it by accident—missed me, didn't you?"

The young man brazenly placed his hand on Margarita's waist—the continent's most famous polymath, a scientific genius,
a woman simultaneously praised and pitied by the world—and walked with her slowly along
the short stretch of road in front of the police station, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

Not far from the police station entrance, two or three newspaper reporters were nervously recording this scene.

"Breaking news! I told you so, didn't I? Dr. Margarita left the academy in such a hurry,
something must have happened!"

"Oh my god! This is—quick, go back and tell the editor-in-chief to take down tomorrow's headline and replace it with this!"

"I didn't see wrong, did I? Who was that boy? He seemed to have called the doctor 'Marty' just now? Go investigate!"

"No, let's go interview them directly—they got into the carriage!"

While the reporters were still caught off guard, Simon and
Margarita had already traveled quite a distance in Dr. Margarita's private carriage.

"Those reporters are so pitiful." Simon teased, looking out the carriage window.

"Hmph, just a bunch of tagalongs." Margarita shifted her body, snuggling closer to Simon.

"Marty, how can I describe the scene in words? I can't even imagine how difficult it is."

"They can draw a little too—anyway, it'll be fine once we have tools to record images."

"Record images? That sounds amazing."

"It's not amazing at all, I'm almost done—it can be produced next year, right?" "

...You're really amazing, no wonder everyone is so—" What an amazing woman—Simon
exclaimed sincerely.

"Um, um, let's go eat, it's on me!" Margarita interrupted Simon's
praise , suggesting shyly.

"Okay, actually I'm not very familiar with the city—you rescued me from there, so I'll do whatever you say today!"

Simon considered it for a moment. Since there was no news from the slums, rushing back now wouldn't
make much sense, and he'd definitely get lectured by Hannah or Justine. He might as well spend more time with Margarita.

"Shall we go to—the Crown, the Crown, the Crown Hotel? I heard the beds there, oh no, the food is especially
delicious— " Margarita asked rather coyly.

"Hmm, that sounds really luxurious, and the bail too, you've really gone to great lengths today—
why bleeding from your nose?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing," Margarita said, wiping the blood from her nose onto the carriage curtain.

This kind of woman is quite charming—Simon couldn't help but sigh—much better than those women who are always hiding things from me
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