Clearly, no one had gone in just monts before, yet now it opened on its own.
Falson instinctively turned his head to look and saw a man holding a book, supporting his hat with one hand while pushing the door open with his shoulder, stepping out calmly.
The man wore a black trench coat, a gray shirt, black pants, and off-white gloves. He held a book in his left hand and supported his hat with his right. His clothes were sowhat disheveled, as if he had just been buffeted by a strong wind.
The man looked up at him, revealing a gentle smile and nodding with a laugh.
Falson recognized this person—he was the generous gentleman who had tipped him earlier at the Flora Restaurant.
"Hello," Samuel took the initiative to greet him. "I rember you. You're the gentleman who plays the piano, at the Flora Restaurant."
Falson hadn't expected this open-handed gentleman to recognize him. He imdiately nodded in response, "Hello, sir. I rember you too."
To be honest, he was well aware his skills weren't anything special.
So being rembered was quite surprising.
Especially in his current appearance, which was completely at odds with his previous look wearing light makeup and formal attire.
"I know you, Mr. Falson, right?" Samuel took off his right glove, extended his right hand, and held it out in front of Falson.
"Yes, I am Falson." Falson looked at Samuel's outstretched hand, waited two seconds, and seeing he genuinely intended to shake hands, not just going through the motions, he also reached out his hand to respond to the handshake.
"I am Samuel, Samuel Gavris." Samuel released the handshake and introduced himself in a gentle tone.
"Alright, Mr. Samuel, this place..." Falson glanced at the telephone booth not far away, hesitating to speak.
"Can't get out?" Samuel raised an eyebrow, finishing his sentence.
"Uh... yes." Falson nodded, surprised that Samuel already knew.
He clearly hadn't tried to leave. Could Samuel have already noticed the problem before coming out of the telephone booth just now?
But more fundantally, when exactly had Samuel gone in? Why did he co directly out from inside?
However, Samuel just smiled.
"No, I don't know." He glanced back at the telephone booth. "It's just, judging by your expression, I think we probably can't get out for the ti being."
A cane appeared out of thin air in his hand. Holding the top of the cane, he tapped its end against the nearby telephone booth, producing a "clang... clang..." sound.
"Suddenly sent to this unfamiliar place by this thing, and then you're lingering here."
"I think I've probably guessed the reason." Samuel said with a smile.
Falson's gaze was drawn to the suddenly appearing cane, following its movent until Samuel planted the cane on the ground.
"You truly are a clever gentleman." Falson said sincerely.
"No, I'm just working backwards from the result to deduce the process." Samuel didn't accept his praise. Instead, he leaned his body's weight onto the cane. "This is called false reasoning, darling."
Falson scratched his head. This tone gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.
It felt similar to... similar to what exactly?
He tried hard to recall but couldn't rember anything. It felt like his mind was always missing sothing, unable to make the connection.
As he pondered, the System briefly concealed its presence, making it completely impossible for him to associate it with the System.
"Heh heh," Samuel let out a light chuckle of ambiguous aning.
"Alright, don't look so glum. Smile a bit." Samuel waved his hand in front of Falson's face. "Just treat this as a puzzle-solving ga."
Falson ended his contemplation and nodded sowhat reluctantly. "Alright, it... can only be that way."
"Afraid of having your wages docked?" Samuel leaned on his cane, tilting his body.
Falson nodded without hiding it.
He didn't think this was sothing worth concealing; it was perfectly normal.
Samuel smiled. "Indeed, a single sien can stump a hero."
*Clink!*
With a casual flick of his finger, Samuel sent a Liastan yur gold coin spinning and tumbling into the air. Falson instinctively raised his hand, letting the coin fall into his palm.
"Accompany
for a stroll." Samuel straightened up.
Falson imdiately closed his fingers, pocketing the gold coin.
"As you wish, sir."
"Oh? Been a butler before?" Samuel looked over with considerable interest, feeling his age didn't quite seem like soone who could have been a butler.
"Just seen sothing similar." Falson replied with his head lowered.
Samuel looked at Falson, and after a few seconds, suddenly laughed.
"So then, the initial teammates for the ga," Samuel pointed at himself, then at Falson,
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