With the fugitive gone from the picture, the steam locomotive chugged along the tracks, spewing billows of black smoke into the air.

Without stopping, across the entire night, the locomotive wheeled through the countryside until it finally reached Gehram at dawn.

Gehram's cityscape—black brick buildings and cobblestone streets—welcomed the locomotive with open arms.

When it reached the locomotive station, the passengers trotted out, and those who'd been waiting eagerly embraced their loved ones.

"How was Dark Jewel's Corner?"

"You'll never guess what happened…"

"…Yeah, Magisterial Yard stopped the locomotive to apprehend the fugitive, and they shot him!"

"…It was insane!"

They shared stories of their surprisingly exciting locomotive trip.

And then Dorian and Kael stepped out of the locomotive, headed out of the locomotive station, and took a carriage.

It took them through Gehram's dirty streets—they happened to see a group of angry protesters, trying to stop the gambling epidemic of Gehram—those protests usually landed on deaf ears.

This city thrived on gambling money, and in the end, it was the decision of their citizens if they wanted to gamble their money away.

Eventually, they arrived at the Corpse Collectors building—it was located on Ruin Avenue, which happened to be pretty close to the Red Light District of Gehram—and then, they entered the building.

"Welcome!"

A chirpy-sounding woman greeted them with a smile, which was a surprise, as they also had their own receptionist back at Dark Jewel's Corner.

However, their receptionist, a woman, was a miserable wretch.

"Hey~"

Dorian leaned on the desk, flirted with the receptionist, and then said.

"We've come to pick up a corpse. I think the corpse's number is 505."

"Yes, we've been expecting you. I'll contact the brethren to bring the corpse out, and they'll get your wagon ready at the back."

The receptionist said with a cutesy smile.

'Corpse Collectors don't use the real names of the corpses because to them, it's not a living thing anymore and basically is just baggage.

'I think if the number starts with 5, it means that it's a pretty safe pickup and shouldn't pose any trouble. The lower the number, the more dangerous.

'Thus, if we happen to get a request to pick up a corpse 001, it means that it's an extremely dangerous mission.'

Kael thought, and then they received a word, and they headed to the back of the Corpse Collectors building.

There, a couple of Corpse Collectors was covering a blanket over the smelly corpse at the back of the wagon.

However, since they had gotten so used to the smell of corpses, they didn't even bother pinching their noses to get rid of the smell.

"It's yours. Good luck."

They said, left the two of them alone with the smelly wagon, and headed back inside.

"Hop on. We'll find a place to store the wagon for the day, and we'll start heading to Rask tomorrow morning, deal?"

Dorian asked as he sat down on the driver's seat, and Kael agreed before sitting next to him.

The driver's seat luckily was wide enough for two of them to sit. Otherwise, Kael would have to sit inside the wagon with the corpse!

…

Gehram, The Red Lip Avenue, Fantastic Inn.

"Alright, I am off!"

Dorian said while checking the time on the piece, then put his outdoor clothes on, and took his money with him.

He couldn't help but smile at the thought of sleeping with the beautiful women of the Amour Brothel.

"You better be here by morning. I'd rather not go search for you across Gehram."

Kael said.

"Yeah, yeah, you sure like nagging. I'll be back an hour before we depart!"

Dorian said, then left the room and closed the door with a bang.

Accompanied by the candle and a small rubber bullet in front of him, Kael sat at the desk while trying to figure out the trick behind the rubber bullet.

It frustrated him because he felt he was pretty close to figuring it out but was missing something crucial.

At first, he tried to imagine the rubber bullet as black-colored instead of orange. It failed. Then he tried thinking about rubber bullet as heavier, and lighter.

He thought that maybe the rubber bullet needed to be perfectly original for him to create one, but even that didn't seem correct.

"How frustrating."

Kael pocketed the rubber bullet, looked out of the window, and saw how the entire city of Gehram came alive during the night.

It was pretty peaceful, and somewhat boring during the day, but as soon as the sky went dark, it became completely different beast.

'Might as well go outside as well, but I don't really have money except some of Thomas's money that I borrowed for clothes.

'I can't do it like Dorian and go sleep with the beauties of the Amour Brothel. That shit is expensive, and Dorian spends half of his rent money on that alone.

'He has to eat dry bread and oatmeal for the rest of the month because of it.'

Kael picked up his coat, and short-brimmed black hat—put them on—and he then headed out of the inn.

While he didn't have enough money for prostitutes, there were other ways of having some money, and that was alcohol!

Gehram, at first, became famous because of its world-famous beers, and thus, the beer was also quite cheap in Gehram.

It was because there were hundreds of beer brewers, and competition was tough, so some had to sell it cheap.

'I am sure those beer brewers would do anything to get Dorian's class. I don't think even he realizes how valuable his class is.

'I am sure he could make much more money in Gehram as a beer brewer than as a Corpse Collector, but who knows, maybe the beer he makes is horrible.

'I can't imagine beer made out of dirty puddle water can be anything decent, but Dorian seems to enjoy his own creations.'

While walking across the Red Lip Avenue, the prostitutes of several rival brothels tried to drag him inside, but after he mentioned that he was poor, they left him alone.

It also helped that he was smelling like a corpse after spending about two hours of the day finding the place for the wagon.