Mystery: Gray Walker

Chapter 41 The Night Watch

Green gently closed the door, leaving Henry's belly inside; the door was his final act of courtesy to the other man.

Meanwhile, glimpses of glances were cast through the cracks in the doors and curtains of various offices.

He could sense that those gazes, seemingly casually sweeping over documents, teacups, or whispering conversations with colleagues, were actually focused on him, the temporary worker who had just emerged 'unscathed' from the supervisor's office.

Henry's office was very soundproof, thanks to his shady "hobbies," but his roars and furious howls could still be faintly heard.

People in all the offices were probably wondering why Anaïs had rushed out in such a panic, and who had been scolded so badly.

However, when they saw Green calmly walk out of the room, they were instantly filled with disbelief.

Calm? Oh no, this is so abnormal.

Green ignored them, quickened his pace, and racked his brains, reviewing everything that had just happened in the office.

The deterrent effect was achieved, even far exceeding his expectations. His feat of walking through the wall was absolutely brilliant, but... had he gone too far with his boasting at the end?

His demonstrated "ability" was beyond reason, which, while giving Henry an extreme deterrent, could also attract extraordinary attention and danger.

Henry is terrified now, but if he recovers or is driven to the brink, will he take a desperate gamble and seek... the help of an extraordinary person?

He wasn't the only extraordinary being in this world, and besides, he was just a weak apprentice who knew nothing but how to "open doors."

Henry's rise to the position of Port Authority director must have been backed by a complex network of relationships, including connections with or knowledge of the extraordinary world.

If Henry described a threat that could walk through walls, appear and disappear unpredictably, and possess secrets, would those truly high-sequence extraordinary individuals be interested? Would they take action?

"It's a bit of a loss..."

With his current strength, he can handle ordinary people and play psychological games, but if he really faces those extraordinary individuals who possess strange powers, he can only run away at the sight of them.

Today's move was risky.

Deterrence is necessary, but perhaps... we should be more discreet? At least we shouldn't leave any evidence of 'inhumanity'.

As he pondered this, he descended the stairs toward the warehouse.

However, just as he turned the last corner of the stairs, a figure suddenly darted out!

Green was genuinely startled, his body instinctively taking a step back, and he even subconsciously wanted to run through the wall. But the expected attack did not occur.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that the figure was none other than Anaïs, who had just escaped from Henry's office.

Her clothes were neat and her hair was combed, but her face was still pale and her eyes were red and swollen, obviously she had been crying, or perhaps she had been holding it in.

She kept her head down, not daring to look Green in the eye, and just gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands.

"Th...thank you."

Her voice was very soft. After saying those two words, she seemed to use all her strength to turn around abruptly and flee the scene again before Green could even react.

Green stood there, staring blankly in the direction Anaïs had disappeared.

That's it... he ran away? A simple "thank you," and then he was gone?

He even imagined Anaïs breaking down in tears, rushing to him with a torrent of gratitude, then demanding to know how he had done it, or fearfully begging for his protection, or perhaps even being frightened by his sudden appearance and keeping her at a distance...

The only thing I didn't expect was that it would be such a simple, hasty, and even somewhat "rude" "thank you-run away" process.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Green shook his head and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"He must have suffered a great shock," he muttered to himself.

When Green returned to the warehouse, which was as dark, messy, and quiet as ever, the familiar surroundings made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Having dealt with Henry, the underground warehouse became his safe house.

"Once this place is cleaned up, Henry can hand it over to me completely..."

He even started planning how to arrange this huge underground warehouse, where to put an office desk, where to put a bed, and even to move all the utensils that Lillian had brought over last time.

This will be his own territory, and he'll have a bodyguard to watch over him—Old Bob.

Thinking of this, Green almost burst out laughing. But a moment later, looking at the mountain of 'garbage' in front of him, his brows furrowed again. This was clearly not something that could be accomplished in a short time.

Time flew by, and around noon, old Bob came to remind Green that work was finished and he could go home.

The United States of Byronvis operates on a 40-hour workweek, so people can take paid leave on Saturday afternoons, thanks to a labor reform movement once initiated by the working class.

As Green stepped out of the port authority gate, the afternoon wind carried the unique salty dampness and chill of the port, but the sunshine was quite nice, warming him on his skin.

The cries of street vendors, the sounds of horse-drawn carriages rolling over cobblestone streets, and the conversations of pedestrians blend together to create a unique scene in the Oberhafen port area.

Green tightened his slightly thin collar, in a good mood. Henry's matter was temporarily resolved, and a decent, formal job had been secured. Aunt Sylvia would probably jump for joy when she heard the news.

Except for the fact that he was caught up in the vortex of the extraordinary world, everything was going in a good direction.

Just as his thoughts were drifting and he was walking briskly through a relatively quiet alley, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

A steady, powerful hand abruptly interrupted Green's reverie.

He stopped abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the brick walls on both sides.

"I meant no harm." A calm voice came from behind.

Upon hearing this, Green slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the stranger's face.

The man was around forty years old, with well-defined features, and looked very composed, even somewhat rigid. He wore a well-tailored dark gray wool coat, with a neatly pressed white shirt underneath, a dark tie, and a vest over it.

He exudes a sense of seriousness and competence.

This outfit isn't considered top-tier luxury in the Oberhafen district, but it definitely belongs to the respectable middle class, and even has a touch of civil servant style.

Beneath the dark fedora, a pair of gray eyes were calmly watching Green.

"Mr. Green Morris?" the man asked again.

"it's me."

Green did not deny it; the other party had clearly come prepared. He remained vigilant, his body slightly turned to one side—a posture that allowed him to be ready at any moment... to escape.

If things don't look good, it's best to slip away first.

The man didn't answer immediately. Instead, he looked around to make sure no one was nearby before speaking in a deep voice: "You should fulfill your deal, Mr. Morris."

"......ah?"

Green was a little confused. A deal? What deal? When did he make a deal with this strange man? Did Fan Huayuan change their contact to collect debts?

No, that doesn't suit her at all. Besides, isn't the mission next Wednesday's dinner?

The man seemed to sense his confusion and added, "Clarice helped you, and according to the agreement, you need to fulfill the terms of the deal she made with you."

Clarisse? Green tried to remember, and suddenly, the name came to mind—

That mysterious white cat! Clarice the Night Watch!

"You are..." Green asked tentatively, "a member of the Night's Watch?"