Seeing O'Ness get on the carriage and leave, several bounty hunters hiding nearby jumped out immediately. Some of them did not hesitate to pay the upfront fee and directly stopped a passing rented carriage. Some of them noted the characteristics of the target carriage and tried to go around to the front through a remote and narrow path. Some of them rode their pre-prepared bicycles and passed through the gaps between the carriages and the crowd amid the jingling sounds, following very easily.

Among them, only Xio was calm and remained where he was, watching O'Ness and his companions go away.

This means of transportation, also called a bicycle, is more useful than I thought. No wonder so many bounty hunters buy one to save money. It saves the cost of taking a carriage or the time of walking... If there are similar tracking missions frequently, the money saved will be enough to buy a new bicycle... The only problem is that there are only a few models of this means of transportation at present, and they are all high-seat types... Xio's heart was moved when he saw it.

At this moment, a public horse-drawn carriage came from the intersection and stopped in front of her.

The location where Hugh is located happens to be a site.

After taking a look at the double-decker carriage parked on the steel track, Xio took out a few one-penny copper coins, walked up, and found a seat by the window.

This public carriage could carry nearly fifty people on its two floors. It was not crowded at the moment, allowing Xio to take in the scenery outside the window very smoothly.

But she was not admiring the scenery. She quickly sketched out the specific appearance of the target in her mind:

Brown hair, bright red eyes, deep facial features, a nose that is so high that it is a bit deformed, and he is holding an oil painting album in his hand.

With the help of the Sheriff's extraordinary sensitivity in this area and the fact that the distance between the two sides was not widened, Xu vaguely grasped the target's current position and intended direction.

So, she was very calm, and even took off her baseball cap and combed her slightly rough and stubborn golden hair against the car window.

After passing countless stations, when the public carriage stopped again, Hugh suddenly stood up and walked down.

This was the Backlund Bridge area. The target she was sensing had changed direction and was preparing to head for the bridge.

Hugh immediately walked quickly, intending to enter another street from the corner in front and board a public carriage to the south bank of the Tussock River.

She was lucky, for the public carriage drove up just as she arrived at the platform.

Xio breathed a sigh of relief, took out a few more pennies he had prepared, and wanted to buy a bicycle even more.

This tram was very crowded, but relying on the authority of the "arbitrator", Xio was able to pass through the crowd easily, go up to the second floor, and find a seat.

The carriage moved slowly, and Xio glanced casually out the window, but his eyes suddenly froze.

She saw Sherman, who had been missing for so long!

The young man, who thought he was a woman, was walking into a narrow alley carrying a paper bag containing several loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers.

His shoulder-length brown hair had grown longer, and his grey striped trousers were a bit tight.

Although his figure flashed by so quickly that a normal person couldn't be sure, but as a "peace officer", Xio easily made a positive judgment.

Sherman gave up his room in the East District and moved here? Seeing that the other party was fine and he was following the target, Xio suppressed the urge to jump out of the carriage, catch up with the other party, and ask about the recent situation.

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Sherman carried a paper bag filled with several loaves of bread and a stack of newspapers, walked through the alleys and streets, and after a long detour, he finally entered an apartment building. He walked up the narrow stairs to the third floor, took out his key, and opened the door of his residence.

He seems to have acquired good anti-tracking skills.

With a creak, the door opened, and Sherman's eyes suddenly lit up and he saw a girl in a black dress.

The girl had a sweet and gentle face, and an indescribably graceful figure. Even when she stood at the window, blocking the sunlight and making where she was dark, she seemed to be coated with a layer of gold, making her look even more holy and beautiful.

"Why are you here?" Sherman first stared at the other person in surprise, and then couldn't help looking him up and down.

His not-so-obvious Adam's apple moved a little and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The next second, he turned his head sharply and looked to the side, as if he was afraid to look straight ahead.

"Ms. Triss..." Sherman stammered as he addressed the other party.

Triss's smile slowly spread, making the poorly lit room seem a lot brighter. Then, she asked in a slightly joking tone:

"Why don't you dare look at me?"

"I, I don't know. The person I like is obviously a man. Why, why do I still have so many strange thoughts when I see you..." Sherman still looked at the ground to the side and answered with a slight stutter.

Triss's expression suddenly became a little complicated, and then she smiled as if nothing had happened:

"Women also appreciate beautiful and attractive people."

She paused and continued:

"I came here today to give you a task. Your initial progress was very fast, and I was very satisfied with it, but it seems to have stagnated recently."

Sherman's face suddenly showed some fear, and he subconsciously took a step back and said:

"I, I don't think it's necessary to do that..."

Seeing that Triss did not refute, Sherman's words gradually became smoother:

"I really can't teach others to steal, rob, and kill people. This is too bad and too abominable!

"Even, even those people you asked me to kill in the beginning, I now feel that they went too far. Although they did scold me, beat me, discriminate against me, spread bad things about me, and hurt me in various ways to get pleasure, but, their actions were not to the extent that they needed to be repaid with their lives."

Triss smiled without any surprise and said:

"That's not what you said at the beginning. You hated them and were full of resentment towards them. Once you gained extraordinary abilities, you couldn't wait to take revenge on them. I just mentioned it briefly, and you planned several assassinations yourself. I always remember the way you were covered in blood, trembling, and fanatically satisfied."

As Sherman listened, he could not help but step back until he reached the door that had closed at some point. He then covered his face with his hands and shouted in a low voice:

"No!

"I have nightmares every night now. I dream that they are bloody and surrounding me, chasing me, and biting me..."

Bang! A paper bag fell to the ground, and several long loaves of bread scattered out, and a stack of newspapers fell right next to them.

"This is normal." Triss interrupted Sherman calmly, "This is the inevitable psychological transformation stage for an assassin. Think about it, when those people bullied you in the past, did you want to kill them?"

"...Yes." Sherman hesitated.

Triss then chuckled:

"You killed them because you resisted as if you were being bullied."

Her words had a meaning that made people willing to listen and believe. Sherman quickly calmed down and nodded:

"Thinking about it this way, it does feel much better..."

Hearing this, Triss's dimples appeared, and she added playfully:

“Besides, they were no match for you when they were alive, so what’s there to be afraid of now that they’re dead?

"Even if they become ghosts or spirits, it doesn't matter. As long as you complete the 'ritual' carefully and take the potion again, you can burn all those souls to death!"

"But, but, seeing others become ugly, crazy, and vicious under my instigation, I just can't bear it." Sherman was still quite reluctant.

Triss curled her lips slightly, and said with an unchanged smile:

"Those are the evil thoughts they originally had. They have nothing to do with you. Even without you, these evil thoughts may erupt at certain times and in certain situations.

"Also, the missions I assigned to you are all related to the mafia. Don't you know what those people are like? Allowing them to fight and kill each other is a kindness and mercy to you and innocent residents of the East District like you."

Sherman opened his mouth subconsciously, but when the words came to his lips, he retracted them.

He suddenly became silent.

Triss glanced at him and continued in a soft voice:

"You are only one step away from your final goal. Once you complete the remaining 'rituals', you can drink the third dose of the potion and completely transform into a woman.

"Then you can use the name 'Sherman' that you chose earlier. What a nice name! Then, you can leave Backlund as a girl and go to Jianhai County or Disi County to start a new life. You will no longer have anything to do with anything here. Yes, you will definitely be full of charm and will be pursued by many outstanding men. You can choose the one you like the most and marry him/her. You can give birth to lively children, educate them to grow up healthily, take them to ski in Winter County, go to Disi Bay for vacation, and go to the hunting ground to enjoy the entertainment that only the nobles have...

"Didn't you say that you would give everything to find yourself back?"

Sherman's lips moved a few times, pursed for a moment, and then slowly opened and said:

"Ms. Triss, I understand. I, I will do as you command."

After saying this, he seemed to lose all his strength, staggering and about to fall, and subconsciously reached out to hold the coat rack next to him.

During this process, his eyes naturally swept over the stack of newspapers on the ground.

The stack of newspapers had already spread out, revealing a report in the middle:

"...Mr. Dawn Dantes, a wealthy man from Desiree, is interested in acquiring the Larrivee Steel Company, believing that it has quite good profitability and development prospects..."

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"Sir, do you really want to acquire Larive Steel Company?" Enuni, the personal servant at 160 Boklund Street, asked on the way upstairs.

Dwayne Dantès shook his head and smiled:

"This news is completely fabricated. I only met Mr. Phil Larrivee, the owner of Larrivee Steel, once at a dance last week and chatted with him for a few words."

Walter, the butler next to him, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then said:

"Sir, Larrivee Steel Company is indeed looking for a buyer, and there are many people who are interested."

In other words, Phil himself asked reporters to release this news in order to sell it at a better price? Klein nodded thoughtfully and entered the semi-open room with a large balcony. He was going to go above the gray fog and observe whether there was anything unusual with Hazel's family with the help of the prayer light of "believer" Enuni.

This is what he has been doing in recent days.