Downey doesn't think this is the end of the story, but for the time being, there are no surprises.

Neither Donnie nor Lawrence wanted the things at the heart of the spirit world to leak out, so Tabor's death was attributed by Lawrence to Davis's revenge.

An outsider in an otherworldly world causes the owner of the auction house to become an extraordinary person who has undergone a mutation, which leads to the latter's displeasure and is eventually killed.

Davis actually doesn't have the ability to void himself, which Lawrence simply ignores and doesn't mention at all.

Fort 13 was also explained, after all, Davis did kill a lot of people.

In view of the secret and extraordinary organization of the Key Society, neither Downey nor Lawrence planned to stay at Oclell for too much to avoid unnecessary trouble.

So Donnie and the others weren't going to deal with the second commission, which was the case of someone missing.

The team of the church has gone to deal with the disappearance, and presumably the team of extraordinary people with teamwork has solved the problem.

The next morning, Lawrence appeared in the impala, and the car was spotlessly wiped by him, the wheels shining brightly in the sun.

As a witcher, it's normal to wander around the Federation.

And Lawrence has always had no shortage of news channels to find a case that needs to be dealt with.

"There's one more thing to attend to before we get out of here." Lawrence said as he drove toward Orclery's Fort Thirteen.

Tabor's matter is over, and the Spirit Core is Downey, but Fort Thirteen still has a little bounty to claim.

Although the money is not much, Lawrence will not give up.

At this moment, the Federation is in the midst of changes, not only is the appearance of supernatural powers more and more frequent and obvious, but the technology tree that has not been developed for a long time has also begun to climb again.

After learning that he had entered a world that was very similar to the Esoteric Games, or that is, the game, Downey abandoned the idea of inventing some technological products, because the entire Federation and indeed all the realms had locked up the technology tree.

It's okay to be a copyist, so Downey drew a comic to unblock the player's template.

There seemed to be a lot less carriages on the road, and Oclair was a little more advanced than Mizzuri, and the buses on the road had been replaced by buses, and the public carriages were no longer visible.

Impala drove into an alley that looked closed and there weren't many pedestrians on the side of the road.

White columns of smoke bubbled out from the buildings next to the alley, and a pungent smell hung over the alley.

This is where Orclair's Thirteenth Fort is located, and it looks much worse than the location of Naphonx.

At the end of the alley there are two iron-grid fence gates, and behind it is a wide, deserted parking lot with several dusty cars and horseless carriages parked inside.

The iron door was locked tightly, but Lawrence did not stop, and Donnie, who was sitting next to him, did not have any objections.

The impala quickly crashed into the iron gate, passing through the iron gate to be precise, or being swallowed by the iron gate.

Anyway, the alley was silent, just like before.

"Great"

The impala had just passed through the iron gate, and someone next to him said excitedly.

"Finally not these drunken guys, welcome to Fort Orclair XIII"

Downey pushed the car door and got out of the car, just in time to see the person talking.

It was a young black man in a black suit and tie, with short hair and no hat, and in front of him stood a drunken man in shabby clothes and staggering.

"Will, we'll meet again," said Lawrence, stepping forward and giving the black suit a bear hug.

It turned out that this was Will, who was stolen by Lawrence

It really looks a bit like the big star Will in his previous life.

After parting, Lawrence immediately asked with a wicked smile, "How did you become a parking lot I thought you had already boarded the ship and went to the Dark Continent." ”

"It's a long story."

Will sighed, looking very helpless, Lawrence seemed to have a good relationship with the agent named Will, and soon introduced Donnie and Will to each other.

Will listened to Donnie and Lawrence's intentions and said, "You're here to get the mission payment."

"Alas, I'll take you in, to be honest, I regret it a little now, I really might as well have been a demon hunter in the first place."

At this time, the old man who was sitting on the side, looking at the newspaper steadily, glared at Will undisguisedly, but was glared back by Will again, and made a grimace by the way.

"It's not been peaceful recently, the thirteenth fortress in the next state has been destroyed, and our boss thinks that we may also be retaliated against here, so he sent me, an elite agent, to guard the door to prevent accidents."

Lawrence snorted twice, "Will, do you believe what you say?"

Will shook his head and said, "Okay, I don't believe it either, in fact, I was framed by someone, you have to believe me this time"

"The last time we met, you seemed to be in this situation, is history repeating itself?"

"You do have a bit of a mouthful, and seriously, that's probably why you always attract hatred."

"Aha, you're embarrassed to tell me in a serious way, which of the two of us has more enemies," Will fought back mercilessly.

Although the road to Fort Thirteen was not long, Will told what had happened to Lawrence and Downey before they entered the building in front of the parking lot.

Without a special reason, in a federation where there is a shortage of extraordinary people everywhere, Will can't get mixed up to the point of looking at the parking lot.

In fact, Will was originally in command of a small team of agents, and within the jurisdiction of Oclaire, his authority was not low.

It happened more than half a month ago, Will discovered an event suspected to be related to the otherworld.

Since O'Claire received a notice from the Federation, support for horse-drawn carriages has declined, and even replaced urban public transportation, eliminating a large number of horse-drawn carriages.

The wagons were taken away by a dairy company and used as special vehicles for transporting milk.

It wasn't meant to be a big deal, but Will realized that it wasn't that simple.

At first, it was fine, but then Will found that the workers who delivered the milk became more and more impatient, as if they had not had a good rest for a long time, and the whole person was like a taut clockwork.

"Everyone in their company is the same, you know how to say it, each of them is very important to time, and there must not be the slightest delay, otherwise they will be furious."

"I reported this to our boss, but he apparently didn't take it seriously and told me to focus on the extraordinary event at hand."

Lawrence then said, "I'm guessing you don't, right?"