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Agamemnon As he walked along the cobblestone street, his eyes were drawn to the unique surroundings. On one side of the street stood ancient buildings, their stone walls covered in vines, as if each stone held a story of history. On the other side, a novel craftsmanship was displayed, with metal structures and gears cleverly integrated into the architecture, showcasing an industrial aesthetic.
The pedestrians on the street had diverse styles, some adorned in intricately decorated clothing with delicate lace on collars and cuffs, while others wore functional attire, accessorized with various metal pieces and intricate tools. The designs of these outfits were both classical and innovative, reflecting the cultural diversity of the town.
Especially eye-catching are the people riding special bicycles. These bicycles are equipped with a peculiar mechanical device at the rear, which releases a white gas every time the pedal is pressed, as if injecting vitality into the bicycle. These bicycles shuttle quickly on the streets, leaving behind a steam tail that adds a sense of vitality and futurism to the streets.
Walking on such streets, Agamemnon feels a unique charm. The shops on both sides of the street display various peculiar goods, from delicate mechanical toys to tapestries adorned with intricate patterns, each showcasing the richness and diversity of this world.
As he continued on, his attention was drawn to a small shop filled with various unique decorations and antiques. He paused briefly to admire the beauty and craftsmanship of the exhibits. Afterwards, he resumed his journey towards his destination - the mayor's office.
Agamemnon arrived at the mayor's office and gently pulled the old brass bell hanging in front of the door, producing a crisp sound. The door opened automatically, revealing a narrow passage made of stacked books and documents, their edges covered in dust, emitting a scent of time. He felt as if he had entered a world filled with history and knowledge. Inside the office, tall bookshelves created a narrow pathway, filled with all sorts of books and documents, from ancient leather-bound volumes to pale papers, each exuding the essence of time. Dust had accumulated among the books, but it did not diminish their value and charm.
Walking along this passage surrounded by books, Agamemnon's steps were gentle and slow, his gaze shifting from one book to another, occasionally drawn to certain titles or covers. The books covered various fields from magic, history, to various mystical theories, demonstrating the mayor's extraordinary knowledge and interests.
Finally, he reached the end of the passage and found the mayor sitting behind an old desk, buried in a pile of books. The desk was stacked with various documents and maps, indicating that the mayor was dealing with the town's affairs.
The mayor looked up, revealing a hint of fatigue but a friendly smile. His eyes showed some surprise when he saw Agamemnon, then he asked, "Are you resting well? I hope my home is comfortable enough for you."
Agamemnon responded with a relaxed smile, saying, "Very comfortable, thank you for your hospitality, Mayor." There was a hint of sincere gratitude in his tone.
The mayor nodded and then gestured for Agamemnon to sit down. Although the mayor's office was simple, it showed the owner's respect and love for knowledge. Agamemnon sat in the chair opposite, his gaze gently scanning the items in the room, feeling the peace and steadiness brought by this scholarly space.
After chatting for a while, the mayor took out a heavy cloth bag from a corner, and the clear sound of metal clashing inside revealed that it was filled with coins. He handed the heavy bag to Agamemnon and said, "Here are three thousand universal coins. This is your reward for completing the mission."
Agamemnon took the bag and smiled to thank the mayor, then opened the bag to confirm the coins inside. The mayor then handed him a piece of paper, on which it was written that a signature was needed to confirm the completion of the transaction. Agamemnon did not hesitate and quickly signed his name on the paper.
Agamemnon stood up and with a hint of humor in his tone said, "I'm glad to have completed this transaction with you. I hope I won't have to come back for this kind of thing next time." The mayor also stood up, smiling, and reached out to shake Agamemnon's hand, expressing his gratitude and respect.
As Agamemnon turned to leave, the mayor stopped him with a solemn tone, "Tonight, the town will hold a mourning ceremony for the passing of the the Tesnan family. Would you like to attend?"
Agamemnon fell silent for a moment, contemplating. His plan was to head to Orlando as soon as possible, but considering the plight of the the Tesnan family and his role in the event, he eventually nodded, indicating his willingness to attend the mourning ceremony.
"Okay, I will participate," said Agamemnon with a hint of solemnity and respect in his voice.
The mayor's eyes shimmered with gratitude as he expressed deep thanks for Agamemnon's decision. He slowly explained to Agamemnon, "The ceremony will take place in the town square and will begin shortly. You can go ahead, and I will follow shortly."
Agamemnon nodded, indicating understanding. He felt it necessary to participate in the ceremony to show respect and mourning for the deceased. In such a small town, every loss was a profound blow, and as a direct participant in this event, he felt responsible to personally express his condolences.
"Alright, I'll go over first. See you later," Agamemnon said, then turned and walked towards the square.
The town square is not far away. Agamemnon passed through several alleys and gradually heard the soft, mournful music and low conversations coming from the direction of the square. The sunlight of the setting sun shone through the cracks between the treetops, dyeing his path red. It was a kind of tranquil and sorrowful atmosphere, which made people involuntarily feel respectful.
As he approached the square, he could see that many townspeople had already gathered there, all with expressions of sorrow and mourning. Agamemnon found an inconspicuous spot in the crowd and stood silently, waiting for the ceremony to begin. His heart was filled with sympathy for this family and reflection on this tragedy.
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