"Timothy, we would need some brute force if things go wrong or once the docking and the fuel are placed at the airship. So you would be really needed. Please, think this through." Arwin said while watching Timothy.
“I agree.” Mark added, “This plan has less risks than yours, Timothy, and as much as I don’t want to admit it, we will need you aboard.”
"I have to talk with my wife about this as well as with Marie. I need to know what they think about this first. I cannot promise anything for now," Timothy said as he nervously fidgeted his thumbs around, “It’s just… it’s too soon.”
Arwin nodded, "Okay, we do understand. However, the offer will close after three days. Hopefully, by then, we are out of here," she said before drinking water again and continuing, "So, Timothy, can you tell me about the outside world, at least?" She asked cutely.
Everyone was surprised at this sudden shift in her mood; Timothy asked, “Hey, what’s wrong with you? You’re like a
Arwin and Mark had agreed to scout ahead tonight since she was feeling so much better. Aside from that, scouting was critical and could not be delayed. Arwin was to look and act like a man, which isn’t new to her nor difficult for her. She’s been doing it for as long as she can remember. However, when Mark saw Arwin, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. He was so shocked. Mark‘s unusually expressionless face was shocked to see Arwin like that. In front of him was now an elegantly dressed young man who didn't seem to be female at all. He was more likely looking at a frail young master from some noble family who had come to seek mischievous adventure. All traces of Arwin’s girl's side were gone. No one would suspect Arwin in this case. "What do you think, Mark? Is this good enough to flirt with women and fight with drunkards in the city?" Arwin asked with a smirk while placing the pistol inside her jacket. She had borrowed a rapier from the doctor, leaving her
'So the shift changes in half an hour it seems and always three people at the patrol. The patrols will stop for five minutes and search the area before meeting in the middle of the road and continuing, and one patrol takes one hour.' Arwin was noting things out silently while drinking water still. Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure coming out from the guild. "Hey, beautiful flowers, can you do me a favor and go and bring that man out here for a drink for extra service, or if he touches any of you, I will pay extra," Arwin said before tossing a coin purse to the prostitutes that were waiting for their turn to earn money. "Okay young master, wait for a moment, and we will bring your esteemed friend here." One of the girls winked out, and they took their leave. Arwin winced internally. The money she loaned from Mark and the doctor was almost entirely spent. However, if this were successful, she would earn it back at least tenfold. "Back of your
"Drink more, my friend; the alcohol won't end at all," Arwin said while offering more alcohol to Tom. Tom had a few hiccups before he said, "Rooy, my goood frieennd! I cannot handdle annymoore, and I stillll haveee threee beauties thhaaat I need to saatisfy." His tone was half gibberish, and he was really drunk that the girls had to hold on to him that he could walk up the stairs without falling down. He did not even notice that he was calling his best friend 'Raymond' Roy. Tom was so wasted. However, the regulars at the bar looked at Arwin like she is some god of alcohol or drunkards. They were all thinking how it was possible for Arwin to be still standing as if nothing happened when the two that had drinks with her already passed out. Including Drunk Eric! They had watched the small, frail man drinking already over twenty glasses of ale, and he didn't seem to be drunk at all. Arwin was just humming happily and not showing any signs of stopping from
"Oh well, you didn't listen to the voice of reason and declared yourself as a murderer. I guess I might as well do this in an easy way," Arwin said as she dropped rapier and pulled out the already loaded pistol before she shot Vincent in point-blank range. Vincent suddenly collapsed. There was now a bleeding spot in his jeans as the bullet had penetrated his right leg. Arwin says, “I was only holding back because I’m afraid to get into trouble- my hands are currently full right now. But upon saying and announcing you’re a killer yourself, I’m just defending my self after all.” Everyone was silent. "Can someone go and get the guards here? They need to confirm things as I just shot a man that declared himself as a murder," Arwin asked loudly. Only then, they had started to realize what just happened. Even Jennifer, who saw Arwin as a gentle and kind soul, was astounded. Jennifer was wrong. Arwin was terrifying behind those slim physique and gent
"Here, our best jail for the young master," Smith said with a smirk. He was not making fun of Arwin as they were really giving her the best and most decent jail available. Aside from the fact that 'young master' was behaving in the entire journey to the prison, she also helped them capture the Phantom Murderer, once proven. Arwin was a hero. Smith even felt bad that Arwin had to be detained. Arwin stepped inside and saw it was quite a large cell. It had a private toilet and shower section with a real bed inside. There was also a writing table and a really well-made chair. "You will get every item you possess when you got released and proven innocent. For now, they are going to be stored in our warehouse," Smith said casually before leaving to take the items to the warehouse. ^In the same time at the bar^ "Captain, we have gathered every testimony, and everyone says they heard Vincent declared himself as the murderer. Vincent tried to attack th
It was unknown when Arwin had woken up from a comfortable sleep. She was just as clueless and surprised. However, she immediately realized that she wasn't in jail anymore but in an empty house. The house has a lot of rooms that made her even more confused. Her thoughts were running a number of possibilities on where she might be or how she might’ve ended in a completely unknown place. Arwin tries to gather her memories before ending up there, but it was no use. "Hello, is there anyone here? Where am I? Smith?" Arwin shouted loudly as she wondered even more what she had gotten herself into. 'Hehe…' She then heard an odd and strange giggling coming out from one of the rooms that was in front of her. It was uncanny yet strangely terrifying; it was enough actually to send shiver down her spine. But Arwin, being the brave and curious girl as she is, walked towards the room and opened it. She didn't see anyone in the room, which made
"But how I will fight against that doll," Arwin asked from herself. She didn't saw any other weapons than the burning oil lantern in her hand. She looks at the lantern as she sighed. She has an idea- a bad one but still an idea. She muttered to herself as she chuckled softly, "Well damn, I never guessed I would go out by burning to death. I was guessing that I would fall to my death or then be blown up to pieces. But I guess this isn't that bad way to go out either." Arwin was patiently waiting for the doll. This might be her only chance, she either dies right here, right now with the doll, or she’ll die trying. The giggling and singing were getting closer and closer, and when the doll saw Arwin waiting in the stairs, it said, "You didn't even hide~ what a boring playmate this time. Oh well, I guess you will stay here, my friend, then forever." It giggled out more, but suddenly, Arwin viciously threw the oil lantern towards the doll that barely managed to dodge it.
Arwin heard footsteps getting closer. It seems someone was coming towards her cell. In fact, she had expected to see Smith, but it was Fenton who was holding a steaming soup, with bread top of the bowl on one hand and water glass in another. "Hey, mister, can you take these off my hands so that I can open the door?" Fenton asked while carefully placing the food at the gap of the bars so that Arwin could grab them. Arwin took the food and water and placed it on them to the table but waited for Fenton to open the door. "Don't mind me at all. Just eat, and I will share the current news now," Fenton said while opening the door and coming inside the jail. "So the story goes like this: you were spending the evening, and Jenn joined you, and then you were suddenly attacked by Vincent. So as we did our job and confirmed it was true, we even searched the attacker's house. We also confirmed his identity as a phantom killer, so you wo