Chapter 59: Dahlia (4)
I didn’t have time to ponder the question. I alternated my gaze between the hand my mysterious conversation partner had gripped and the direction they had disappeared, then turned my head.
“Driver!”
I heard the sound of the horse’s hooves slowing. The carriage driver greeted me as I boarded the carriage, and his voice came from beyond the wall.
“Where to?”
“Bailonz Street. I’ll need to stop briefly along the way, so please wait for me.”
“Yes, of course!”
My heart pounded loudly. I rummaged in my pocket and pulled out my notebook. The leather-bound notebook was still filled with my handwriting. There were various conversation records and brief notes about the people I had met. I updated one of the slots.
At least with this visit, it seemed I had gained something helpful. It felt like Plurititas had been useful for the first time.
If he had known, he probably would have told me to get lost after breaking my wrist.