Chapter 110: Chapter 106 “Alice<div>


    Several dayster, Assistant Priest Zayne from the Tempest Church finally arrived at the mining area, with a solemn expression, methodically conducting careful inspections and purification rituals.


    The mine owners, who were usually out of sight to theborers, as well as their attendants were extremely subservient in front of Zayne, like bugs that could be squashed at any moment, even speaking incoherently.


    Many people even knelt before Priest Zayne, believing the priest to be the spokesperson of the gods, and that they ought to bow to the great Tempest Priest.


    Assistant Priest Zayne paid no mind to the thoughts of themon folk.


    “Hmm, the matter is basically resolved,” he said solemnly, iming that the malevolent spirits that had once resided in the mining area had beenpletely expelled by him.


    Chris didn’t know whether his im was true or false, but at least it seeded in soothing people’s hearts, and no one dared voice any objections.<div>


    As more time passed, Chris continued his arduous disguise, disregarding the bullying and insults from those around him.


    It wasn’t until one day that Chris gradually realized that continuing to disguise himself as “Liam” was no longer beneficial for him.


    Perhaps the contrast wasn’t striking enough; Chris conjectured that the greater the difference between his disguised identity and his usual self, the better the effect.


    In the mine, Chris silently pondered his next false identity.


    In the early hours of the morning, he quietly left the mining area and went to his safe house in Fein City, a ce not even Byrne and his sister were aware of.


    When he had left Nasir, Chris had felt the need for such a secret location, unknown to anyone, suitable for hiding and storing various necessities.


    In fact, he also had such a safe house in the West City District of Nasir Town, which Chris had secretly purchased under a false identity, known only to himself.


    Perhaps, the Lord of the Lost knew as well?


    “The Lord doesn’t care.”


    The safe house in Fein City was located in a newly built, chaotic apartment area on the outskirts of the city, inconspicuous among the many disordered buildings.


    Yet the inside of the room was equipped with several traps by the “Trap Master,” traps that had already killed two thieves who attempted entrance, dealing with the bodies had taken considerable effort.


    Chris did not enter through the locked front door but instead climbed through the window, as silently as a cat, carefully avoiding the locations of the floor traps.<div>


    The walls, ceiling, and floor were shrouded in darkness, the air heavy with an oppressive stillness, nearly impossible to discern any specific outlines of objects.


    Even sightless, Chris could still navigate around the traps, finding the items he needed.


    Silently recalling theyout of the room, he fetched a newly improved red potion from the cab at the edge of the safe house, containing many white floating particles.


    Beside the potion, there were also stashed ss 2 Extraordinary Material “red emerald liquid” and some gold coins smeared with snake venom.


    The red potion was the miraculous healing draught “Blood Heal,” exceptionally effective in improving old tissue wounds at the fleshyer.


    Unfortunately, due to its high cost of production materials and Irene’s presence, the family had not been focusing on “Blood Heal” for the time being.


    Byrne felt that “Blood Heal” had huge economic potential and decided to try mass-producing it once the pharmaceutical factory was fully built.


    After ingesting the “Blood Heal,” Chris stood still and calmly waited for the effects of the potion to kick in, which would take at least a few hours to show.


    Time passed bit by bit.


    Noises gradually drifted in from outside the room: the calls of merchants selling their wares, the teasingughter of prostitutes, the conversations of passersby, and the arguing of the gang members.


    The young man’s gaze was indifferent as he stood silently in a dark corner of the room, the scars on his face miraculously fading away.


    “Bang!”<div>


    It seemed a gang member had fired a gun, as frantic screams andmotion followed outside, then the sound of running footsteps, and a session of gunshots and curses.


    Feeling his facial scarspletely restored, Chris took out a bright golden wig made from collected hair and put it on his head, then cautiously opened the window a crack to look outside.


    The warm light from the two suns shone through the gap into the dark room, causing him to frown.


    It was very ring.


    Indeed, the Grimm Gang was engaged in a shootout, and a gang member had been killed, with the rest of the gang members divided into two groups, facing off on either side of the street.


    It wouldn’t be long before the patrol arrived, but by then the gang members would have scattered.


    An insignificant matter, Chris shook his head, unconcerned with the chaos outside that had nothing to do with him.


    Amidst the continuing gunshots, he calmly took out the props he had prepared, lit a candle, and began applying makeup meticulously in front of the mirror, altering his appearancepletely once again.


    After careful makeup, Chris donned a low-cut, low-waisted white bell-shaped dress and arge hat to cover his golden hair.


    He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment and nodded.


    Hmm, it’s done.


    “Uncles, I can’t find my family, and I’m so hungry,” said a pitiful golden-haired “girl” in front of the Fein City Patrol Bureau in the afternoon.<div>


    She had sand-gold hair, lovely eyes, an expression of delicate vulnerability, exquisite features, and the elegant attire that clearly belonged to a noble family.


    The patrolling guards, upon seeing the “youngdy,” all immediately felt a pang of pity, wishing they could find her family right away.


    Moreover, everyone thought of the same thing. Since she came from a noble family, there would definitely be a generous reward for helping her find her family.


    “Miss, what is your name? Which n do you belong to, and what is your surname?”


    An elderly patrol guard lowered his head and asked Chris kindly.


    “I… My name is Alice.”


    Chris pretended to be shy, lowering her head and continuing to answer in a voice as close as possible to the one Vanessa had used years before.


    “My daddy said I mustn’t tell my surname to strangers no matter what…”


    The elderly guard immediately shook his head and said, “No, no, no, Miss Alice, don’t worry, we’re all good people; you can tell us.”


    Chris remained silent for a long time, still pretending to be scared and shaking her head, saying nothing.


    The guards standing at the entrance of the patrol station looked at each other in dismay, unsure of what to do.


    If “she” were just a child from an ordinary family, the guards might have let her be, as there are more than one or two street urchins in Fein City.<div>


    They weren’t from Daybreak Orphanage, so how could they possibly manage so many?


    But “her” clothes were costly, and if the “youngdy” were to leave here ande to harm, when the noble family’s parents came to question them, the trouble would be substantial.


    “Wuu…”


    Chris cried, with tears falling one by one, asionally sobbing, all while feeling a growing boiling sensation of spirituality.


    Interesting.


    He hated boredom and had always enjoyed interesting things, but in actuality, most people were dull, and he had to learn to entertain himself.


    The guards invited Chris into the patrol station, some inquiring about her situation kindly, while many others went out to ask various noble ns if they had lost a child.


    He watched people bustling about, as though he were brought back to that time long ago.


    Back then, at the orphanage, Chris had suddenly pushed a chubby child from behind, causing him to fall t on the ground.


    He knew that the force and angle wouldn’t hurt the other, but it would make the chubby child furious and thereby sufficiently relieve his own boredom.


    However, Chris never expected Vanessa toe running out, limping and daring to grab at his clothes.


    Vanessa…<div>


    That fellow was still as stupid as before, getting angry and sad for people she barely knew and bound by too many ridiculous moral beliefs.


    While sitting in the patrol station waiting, Chris thought while stealthily listening to the conversations of the guards around him.


    “I heard that the Lorne citizens have already done away with their patrol stations and guards,” one guard said loudly.


    “Ah? Then what do they rely on to maintain public order?” asked another guard in surprise.


    That guard replied, “It’s still those guards, just with a new name called police. Do you think we the Cyart people, because we copy Lorne in everything, will also be turned into police?”


    “What does police mean?”


    “It seems to mean ‘order.’ It’s said changing the name was suggested by World Order Church; some of their members demanded this kind of reform.”


    Guards or police, Chris thought they would probably be much the same since the people inside had not changed.


    Most were hyenas that preyed uponmon people, iming to maintain public order but often oppressing the civilians.


    If Nasir would have that something called a police station in the future, maybe someone like Vanessa would need to be a manager to truly maintain public order.


    Would Nasir have a police station in the future? Chris thought it very likely.


    Because Byrne once told him something when deciding to build a factory. It was a vision and dream for the future.


    “Chris, you might not believe it now, but I can foresee the future from books. The poption of Nasir will undoubtedly grow more and more, eventually evolving from a town into a thriving city!”


    “As long as we can solve the issues with pirates and the Sea God Cult, Nasir’s geographical location and development prospects will be very good, definitelyparable to Fein City!”


    “We will have a city, Nasir City. It will be a city built by our own hands, the Fischer family!”


    Chris wasn’t well-read and didn’t fully understand some of Byrne’s terminology, but he waspletely willing to believe in Byrne’s dreams.


    Suddenly, he noticed the various looks the guards gave him, full of concern, worry, greed, impatience.


    Chris felt spirituality violently boiling!


    At that moment, it had been a full three months since he left Fischer.


    When Sheriff Renzo of the Lion n personally arrived at the patrol station to see the lost girl, the guards were shocked to find that “she” had vanished!


    No one knew why the “youngdy” could disappear into thin air under the watchful eyes of all.