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Max led Oman through the corridors of the 'Guardians of Time Association' and finally arrived at the spacious hall. Here, they saw the peculiar old lady still sitting behind the counter, but at this moment, she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, her head slightly tilted, breathing quietly.
Oman couldn't help but ask Max in a low voice, "Who is that old lady? What role does she play in the association?" His curiosity was drawn to this mysterious figure.
Max's expression became serious, and he answered in a low voice, "No one knows her true identity, only Chairman Nicolas may know her origins. In the association, we privately call her 'the ghost lady'." His tone revealed a hint of awe and puzzlement.
After that, Max made a quiet gesture with his mouth, signaling Oman not to make any noise. They carefully bypassed the counter, gently opened the association's door, and silently walked out.
Walking out of the building, the night in London seemed particularly charming. The damp ground reflected the soft moonlight, and the cold wind had become gentle as it brushed their cheeks. The streets of London appeared more poetic and beautiful in the night, with the moonlight outlining the soft contours of the old buildings, creating a dreamlike scene.
Oman was drawn to this beautiful night view, filled with new discoveries and anticipation for the adventures about to begin in this city. Max occasionally looked back at Oman, seemingly confirming whether he was adapting to this new environment.
In the dark of night, Max confidently leads Oman through the streets of London. Each step on the damp pavement echoes clearly, piercing the surrounding silence. Oman follows closely, feeling the slight chill of the night, which seems gentler compared to the bone-chilling cold when he first arrived, no longer so unbearable.
As they walk, Max softly remarks, "This city is beautiful, isn't it?" His voice reveals his love and appreciation for the city of London.
Oman Looking around at the street scene, after some thought, nodded in agreement, "Indeed, it's quite nice here." The night in London brought him a new experience, and the beauty of the city was even more enchanting in the moonlight.
Max Smiling, replied, "Who would have thought that in this city, it became such an important place for various significant events in human history?" His words were filled with reverence for history and enthusiasm for the unknown.
Oman listened to Max's words, and couldn't help but feel a deep curiosity about the city's profound history. London is not only a modern metropolis, but also carries rich historical and cultural stories. Max's words reminded him that the city they were in would be a rare treasure trove for the historical research and exploration they were about to undertake.
The two continued to move forward in the night, occasionally encountering other pedestrians on the street, but most of them were immersed in their own world, not noticing the new companions. Soon, Max and Oman arrived at the entrance to Association Alley. Max stood at the entrance, pointing to the seemingly old and charming but dilapidated apartment building, saying, "Our dormitory is right here." He walked up and gently pushed open the door of the apartment.
In the lobby of the apartment, a friendly-looking manager looked up and noticed their arrival. He smiled at Max and said, "Hi, Max! Who's this next to you? A newcomer?"
Max replied friendly, "Good evening, Jon! Yes, he's the new guy, Oman. He will be living next to me." With that, he gestured to Oman for the introduction.
Oman nodded politely to Jon. Jon looked a bit chubby, wearing a blue duckbill cap and a checkered shirt. Next to him was a tempting bag of fries.
"Welcome, young man! If you have any questions about accommodation, feel free to come to me, Jon," said Jon kindly to Oman.
Oman felt the warm atmosphere here and smiled at Jon, saying, "Thank you, Mr. Jon. If I need help, I will definitely come to you."
Max continued walking with Oman, passing through the lobby and heading towards their accommodation. The old apartment seemed full of stories, with each step seemingly treading on the imprint of history. Max led Oman to the elevator of the apartment, and they stopped in front of it. Turning to Oman, he said, "Your room is 5b17." With that, he took a bunch of keys from his pocket, with a plastic tag clearly marked with the room number 5b17. He handed Oman the keys, symbolizing the beginning of Oman's new life here.
At that moment, the elevator bell rang and the door slowly opened. Max led Oman into the elevator and immediately pressed the button for the fifth floor. After the elevator door closed, it began to ascend slowly.
Inside the elevator, Max told Oman: "I live in room 15, which is right next to yours. If you have any questions or need help, feel free to come find me at any time." His voice conveyed a friendly invitation, making Oman feel warm.
Oman nodded, expressing gratitude. Soon, the elevator reached the fifth floor and the doors opened again. The two of them walked out of the elevator, with Max leading Oman down the corridor. They turned a corner and before long arrived at Oman's room. The door clearly marked with the number 5b17.
Max stopped and pointed at the door, saying to Oman, "This is your new home." His voice carried a hint of relief, as if welcoming Oman into a whole new stage of life.
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