Ulu asked coldly, "Who are you talking about?"
"That little imp," Bai Wei said with a smile, "who else could it be?"
Ulu fell silent for a while before asking, "What's the deal with that bug?"
"Ah, you've finally decided to ask , I thought you would keep enduring... But I'm sorry, that bug is related to the last thing I have to tell you, so I can't tell you everything." Bai Wei said, "But I can give you a little preview, that bug has sothing to do with Lord Bishop."
Ulu didn't speak, he just stood there and then quietly watched Lea, who was asleep in the corridor.
After a while, he turned and went downstairs.
Kay, who was almost falling asleep, heard footsteps, subconsciously raised her head, and saw Ulu taking out the letter he had just finished writing. He then slapped a few copper coins on the counter and turned to go upstairs.
Only when his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor did Kay hear his voice.
"I don't like it too salty, tell that imp to use less salt."
After a mont of daze, Kay smiled and replied, "Okay."
...
Back in his room, Ulu didn't lie down on the bed but closed the door and sat down against it.
Outside the window, the storm was still raging, the fierce wind battering the old-looking windows with rain, as if so indescribable being was furiously howling at Ulu inside the small room, which had beco his only shelter.
Ulu slowly closed his eyes.
He didn't know why he had done that just now. Now that Corey knew he was in town, the more he did, the more mistakes he made.
But why, indeed?
Ulu couldn't find the reason himself, nor did he want to.
He was tired, truly exhausted.
In a daze, he heard strange noises.
"Creak, creak..."
What was that?
Ulu didn't know, he only felt that the sound was both familiar and foreign, and then he heard the voices of two people talking. At first, it was very vague, but it quickly beca clear.
"Mom, was that a cicada just now?"
"It must have been."
"Do cicadas an it's ti for harvest?"
"Hehe, yes."
"Mom, will you get better... you will get better!"
"Of course, silly child, Mom will definitely get better."
The images in his mories beca clearer bit by bit. Ulu saw the vast snow, and on that snow, his mother's face pale as paper, trying hard to smile at him.
Ulu suddenly awoke to find his face wet, as if he had been rained on, which made him subconsciously look up at the window, thinking that the old window had been destroyed by last night's storm.
But to his surprise, the window remained intact.
And the rain had stopped.
Although the sky was still piled with dark clouds, making the whole city look gloomy, Ulu knew that it was already light out.
But even though the day had broken and the rain had stopped, there was no sense of refreshnt. On the contrary, the dampness in the air was suffocating.
Ulu was silent for quite a while before he wiped the "rainwater" off his face.
The dreams of the past were becoming clearer.
Ulu hadn't dread of his mother's face so clearly for a long ti, so much so that he thought he was going to forget it.
mories he thought dead were chasing him.
Ulu didn't know if this was good or bad.
But that dream just now was strange, dissonant, as if sothing was not quite right.
But he couldn't rember it at the mont, trying to did nothing but make his head ache unbearably, so he shook his head vigorously, casting those strange thoughts out of his mind, and gradually cald down.
"Visas," Ulu said slowly, "are you awake?"
"Of course," Bai Wei replied indifferently, "I've never been asleep."
"Then are you ready?"
Bai Wei smiled, "Shouldn't I be the one asking if you are ready?"
"... although I don't know why you insist on waiting until today to tell everything," Ulu said, "today has to be the last day."
"Of course, I will tell you everything," Bai Wei said, "today."
Ulu nodded silently, then opened the door and prepared to leave.
Then he found a plate outside the door, on which were sausages and fried eggs.
Ulu paused, then slowly bent down, not using a fork and knife, but directly grabbing the sausage and fried eggs with his hands and stuffing them into his mouth, wolfing them down, and then he whispered.
"Indeed, there has been progress."
...
As soon as Ulu descended the stairs, he was t with a surprising scene.
The landlady, Kay, was cleaning with Lea.
The Kay from the night before, who was so weak that she could barely stand, now seed sowhat radiant, her fatigue and tiredness swept away.
"Good morning, sir!" Delighted by this change, Lea cheerfully greeted Ulu, her words brimming with joy.
"Good morning, guest," Kay also said to Ulu with a smile.
It was as though she had truly recovered.
But sothing occurred to Ulu, and his lips tightened slightly.
This wasn't the first ti he had experienced such a thing.
It made him feel even more dejected, so without responding to the two won, he simply nodded and swiftly passed by them.
Then, he heard Kay whisper in his ear.
"Sir, the letter, please take care of it."
Ulu turned his head to look at Kay, and on the counter behind her, there was that candle.
Its fla flickered, as if it would extinguish at any second.
But at this mont, the light it cast seed even brighter than the previous night.
"...Understood."
Ulu nodded silently and then stepped into the little alley where the water had yet to disperse.
...
Watching the rain that had fully stopped outside the window, the "Night Raven" Knight Matthews felt a deep sense of lancholy as he lit himself a cigarette.
"Why did the rain have to stop?" Matthews sighed as he smoked.
If the rain had continued, today's duties might have been outright canceled.
Although the "Night Raven" had a very special job, that of a Funeral Service, according to the norms of Rhein, no weather conditions were allowed to postpone or cancel the "Night Raven's" duties. However, those were very old rules, and not many people adhered to them nowadays. After all, so many people died every day, that whether the ceremonies were conducted a day earlier or later didn't make much difference.
Not to ntion...
Matthews looked at the raven mask on the table and sighed again.
Not to ntion that wearing this mask during the job was truly torture in this kind of weather.
He just hoped there weren't too many people who had died today so that he could return early to rest.
But he knew this was unlikely because today was a "collection" day, bound to be incredibly busy.
He glanced at the watch on his wrist; there were still a few minutes before the gathering, probably just enough to finish his cigarette.
But at that mont, there was a knock at his door.
Matthews frowned, "Who is it?"
The knocker didn't reply, simply knocking louder.
"...Damn it, rushing to my death." Matthews grumbled as he got up to open the door, "Can't I finish this cigarette..."
He hadn't finished speaking when a knife was suddenly plunged into his throat.
His eyes bulged, and his body involuntarily stepped backward before collapsing to the ground.
The assailant stepped over his body, threw on the "Night Raven" robe hanging on the coat rack, and donned it.
"You... you... you..."
Matthews clutched at his throat, trying to say sothing, but the blood began to fill his airway, preventing him from speaking.
His consciousness rapidly blurred, and all he could manage was to watch the person approach his desk and slowly put on the raven mask that signified death.
"Matthews, ti to gather!"
Soone shouted outside.
So the impersonator walked out, moving as naturally as if he were just putting on his own cloths before heading off to work.
And the last image Matthews saw before his consciousness faded completely was a fleeting glance the murderer shot back as he closed the door.
This was the only ti their eyes t.
Beneath the pitch-black raven mask,
were a pair of cold, rciless eyes.
"Bang."
The door closed.
Ulu walked toward the sunless day.
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