The King of Black Fog

"What's your mission?" Bi asked bluntly.

"Hold on." Li Changzhou leaped up, his back against the wall, his body rising swiftly, and then he gently landed on the roof—the whole process seemed like playing a jump in reverse.

Scanning around, the fleeing Nightingale was already dead, and where that "woman's" soul had transferred was unknown.

"To protect Edison, and you?" Li Changzhou sheathed his Emerald Bee Sword, not disappointed.

The surprise and excitement of meeting Bi diluted his desire to kill, but he remembered this person, who had dared to deceive him by setting a trap.

"To protect Henry Goebbels, he seems to be here to assassinate Edison this time, and he's a Werewolf." Bi wasn't too sure—more accurately, she didn't care too much.

"So, this Mr. Henry Goebbels lived through 1880 and died in the future?"

"Let him die however, where are Qian Xia and that woman?" Bi looked around, "Didn't participate? Or haven't met up yet?"

Li Changzhou glanced at the sky, which was about to lighten; his skin felt as hot as if he had stepped out at noon on August 12th, exposed to the sun.

"I'll tell you later, fly me to the train station."

Bi wasn't seen sucking on a lollipop, so Li Changzhou left the ground.

"Where's the train station?" she asked.

Li Changzhou looked around and pointed to the south: "Over there."

It wasn't far.

At the train station, Li Changzhou grabbed a timetable.

There were many scheduled trips to Monroe Park, even special trains, laid on by the railway authorities for those who were curious, worshipful, or had ulterior motives.

Back when Edison had invented a new type of phonograph, the railway had also laid on special trains (written on the train schedule).

"There's one at 5:20, lucky us." Li Changzhou headed for the platform; it was now five eighteen.

The station was crowded, seemingly all heading for Monroe Park; everyone was looking at the two of them.

A delicately doll-like blonde, blue-eyed little girl riding on the shoulders of a dark-haired, handsome young man—it was an odd sight no matter how you looked at it.

However, as odd as it was, it wasn't much of an issue, just like a butterfly with palms as big as two hands—as long as it wasn't a tiny person the size of a palm.

"Sir, please show your ticket," the conductor asked with a smile as she checked tickets.

Li Changzhou looked into her eyes: "I've already given it to you."

Vampire hypnotism.

The conductor showed a puzzled expression, then as if suddenly recalling something, said very apologetically, "Sorry, sir, it was my mistake."

Ability—now it was Blood Power, reduced a bit.

"No worries." Li Changzhou smiled slightly and walked into the train carriage.

To avoid bumping his head, Bi crossed her arms over Li Changzhou's head, then rested her chin on the crossed point of her arms, looking utterly languid and bored.

"Can't you get down?" Li Changzhou, while searching for the darkest corner, said.

"Ah?" Bi was clearly annoyed, her mouth the only part of her moving, "Do you know how big a favor it is for me to ride on you? Using your Xia Country people's expression, you should have started doing daily good deeds since the Jurassic to deserve such fortune today, get it?!"

How much must I like 'lolitas' to have started working towards this day since the Jurassic, before humans even appeared?"

"Shut up!" Bi tightened her legs and pressed her knees together, intending to throttle him.

Once they reached the corner, Bi finally got down from his shoulders.

They sat down and drew the curtains; the blocked light made it seem as though time had reversed several hours, back to when the sun had not yet risen.

The train whistle blew long, like a giant whale blowing steam, thundering along the tracks.

The scenery on both sides looked very retro, but this was 1880; inside the country, it was still a feudal society, and yet there were already tall buildings and steam trains.

What to do when getting off the train later, Li Changzhou suddenly thought of this critical issue a while after the train had departed.

He still wasn't used to being a vampire.

Vampire? Maybe he should carry a coffin with him and let Bi carry him out.

Aren't train carriages just like coffins? If he removed a section... that seemed too troublesome.

Li Changzhou decided to put the issue aside for now, like realizing there was no toilet paper after using the bathroom; no need to worry, it wasn't a big deal, there's always a way.

"How have you been lately?" he asked as he opened the curtain slightly to appreciate 1880's America with Bi.

Bi sighed and let the curtain fall: "It's a long story."

A twelve or thirteen-year-old girl claiming "it's a long story"...

"Hahahaha!" Li Changzhou burst out laughing.

Bi clenched her elegant hand into a fist and threw a punch at his abdomen.

Li Changzhou covered her petite but powerful fist with his hand, still smiling, "It's a long story, but we have some time before we reach Monroe Park, why not use a few more words to share your troubles?"

The train was slow.

In this era, the primary mode of transportation was still horse-drawn carriages, and the train's speed was only a third of 1940's train speeds—don't ask him exactly what that speed was, he had come across that information while looking up data about 'which year had newspapers, telephones' with Yang Qinglan; that book also didn't specify the train speeds of 1940.

Bi withdrew her fist: "After coming back from Prague—"

Whoosh!

With surprising timing and speed, she threw another punch, which was once again caught by Li Changzhou's hand.

"What happened after returning from Prague?" he asked.

"Everyone found out about my identity, thinking that a white card player, even if not intending harm, would be assigned tasks by the game to confront humans. The people argued a lot, and my father was so pressured, he had me hide in a castle in the suburbs—utterly boring, not fun at all."