Lord of Mysterious Wizard

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Evening Market at Blue Bear Park

Messer City at night presents a different scenery in each of its districts.

Midtown Avenue remains brightly lit, truly living up to its reputation as the “Calling Card of Messer,” while Blank District remains as cold and chaotic as ever, emitting an aura that says ‘strangers are not welcome.’ The Newton District still exudes a sense of historic depth, with a touch of artistic flair… Together, they sketch out a vivid tapestry.

A police car is smoothly navigating the stone-paved streets between Newton District and Lopez Region, not sounding its siren, simply maintaining a steady pace under the illumination of streetlights, slightly jolting due to the cobblestones.

Driving is Stanna.

It’s not that Tang Qi is deliberately being pretentious, demanding to be chauffeured by the most beautiful police chief at Messer Police Station.

Rather, it was Stanna who insisted on doing the driving, when in fact Tang Qi’s preferred choice was Gideon.

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After all, Gideon is an older gentleman with presumably plenty of experience; Tang Qi believed he could have a good conversation with him.

However, since Stanna got ahead, Gideon could only step back.

At this moment, Tang Qi is sitting in the back seat, toying with a silver flask while wondering to himself if he should also buy a car?

This thought was quickly dismissed by Tang Qi himself.

Why buy a car when one can be chauffeured?

He is a consultant, isn’t he? And a highly sought-after one at that from the Mysterious Side. Isn’t it nice to enjoy being chauffeured by an older sister-type police chief?

Although at this moment, the older sister herself isn’t doing that well. Stanna is driving the car, but her peripheral vision frequently steals glances at Tang Qi. Her gaze is filled with an unmistakable curiosity, the source of course being the flask in Tang Qi’s hands. @@novelbin@@

She suspects it’s the spoil he obtained after the death of the resentful spirit.

What she is curious about is probably the function of the flask – why has a prop from a movie turned into an Extraordinary Artifact?

Yet, out of reserve, she does not ask.

Tang Qi is of course aware of this, but he has no intention of providing Stanna with an answer.

The reason is not just because of his unpleasant personality.

There’s also the fact that Tang Qi isn’t sure whether he should allow Stanna, this older sister-type police chief, to get too deeply involved in the Mysterious Side, considering she’s even more of a novice than Tang Qi is.

One common affliction of novices is curiosity, curiosity about everything to do with the Mysterious Side.

However, even if Stanna truly wished to enter this world, should Tang Qi be the one to usher her in?

After several days of interaction, Tang Qi has grown quite fond of this older sister-type police chief. She is a warm woman beneath her cool exterior, and most importantly, she is very beautiful.

Especially that expression of hers, full of irritation towards Tang Qi yet having no choice but to follow his lead, is a small pleasure Tang Qi gets to enjoy amidst the stress of planning out that “plan” in his heart. So, perhaps it’s because of his nasty personality after all.

The final decision, of course, is not to answer.

He is not Stanna’s mentor, and he currently does not have the leisure to be one.

Tang Qi completely ignores Stanna’s curious gaze, flips his hand, and tucks the “Eternal Wine” away, then leisurely takes out a tangled clump of hair from another pocket and begins to patiently unravel it.

The Mysterious Hair Tie!

This artifact has now become one of the regular features in Tang Qi’s daily life.

Every time a hair knot is undone, it not only liberates the entangled soul of a young girl but also presents the chance to acquire a certain knowledge.

Although the opportunities to obtain knowledge aren’t many, to date, there has only been once—Tang Qi received the Mohawk Language from a pair of twins from the Mohawk Tribe before their liberation, which enabled him to quickly master this ancient language.

Nonetheless, Tang Qi still enjoyed the process, and it also allowed him to practice controlling his spiritual power within his body.

Regrettably, before he could untie the next hair knot, the leisurely pace of the car suddenly began to accelerate.

No, it would be more accurate to say it finally returned to normal.

Tang Qi always thought that once Stanna took hold of the steering wheel, she resembled less a police chief and more a race car driver.

That slow pace earlier was probably Stanna’s effort at restraint.

Seeing she couldn’t get an answer from Tang Qi, Stanna immediately resumed her normal demeanor, and the police car, with its headlights shining, streaked through the streets like lightning, coming to a stop at the entrance of a dark street a few minutes later.

The car door opened, and Tang Qi’s figure stepped out.

Stanna, still in the driver’s seat, glanced at the dark street behind Tang Qi, a trace of concern flashing across her face as she was about to ask why Tang Qi was here so late and if he needed protection. However, she quickly remembered the night Tang Qi fought the Manatee Sea Demon.

Because of the advisory contract she had signed with Tang Qi, which stipulated that he didn’t need to intervene personally, she almost believed today that Tang Qi was a frail high school student without the strength to truss a chicken.

Who would have thought?

That night, this Little Guy was incredibly fierce.

With this thought, Stanna couldn’t help but give Tang Qi a wry look and drove off without another word, the police car roaring away.

“What a petty woman!”

Tang Qi quietly shifted the blame to Stanna and muttered to himself.

Then, Tang Qi turned around and walked into the dark street.

It was a short street that didn’t require streetlights, and after a few steps, he emerged into an open space.

What appeared before Tang Qi was a park.

At the entrance stood two dimly lit lamp posts, their shaky light revealing the words “Blue Bear Park.”

Although Messer City was a city with a strong industrial atmosphere, with steel mills, oil refineries, and such located in the suburbs, the green environment within the city was actually very good. For example, Midtown Park, the most popular for Messer City residents, was no different from a small forest.

In comparison, Blue Bear Park was a much smaller, less noticeable place, even more desolate than the even smaller but more refined Rach Park.

Especially at night, there were hardly any visitors.

Due to its proximity to the Blank District, joggers, vagrants, and dating couples all deliberately avoided this area. After all, no one wants to be robbed or encounter other misfortunes, and a careless mistake could even lead to death.

Tang Qi glanced at his watch, calculated the time, and murmured, “Every second rest day of the week, starting late at night and ending in the early morning hours, at the central area of Blue Bear Park. Currency is accepted, as well as bartering.”

“Most goods are herbs and food collected or manufactured by mountain folk, and furs from wild beasts. Some independent artists and vagabonds who can’t afford meals also sell their works or earn some reward from performances at the gathering. Quite a few old citizens or collectors who are struggling to get by choose to sell and exchange antiques from various eras…”

“A unique style of night market, or perhaps it could be called an early morning market.”

“It’s just that I don’t know if I can find the thing I need?”

Tang Qi mused over the information from Professor Cassel, who had turned into a plant, as he gradually disappeared into the depths of the park.