NOVEL NEXT Vol 2 Chapter 33: "acting"
In the dimly lit red carpet hall full of mysterious and eerie atmosphere, looking at a "novelist" who avoided his gaze, the corner of the girl's mouth evoked a playful smile.
That's right, Draco Wilts, I've seen through your tricks!
"About the 'Train Murder', which has been making headlines in many newspapers recently." The black mage crossed his hands and rested his elbows on the armrest of the chair, making it impossible to see his expression:
"...For some reasons I can't tell you, I did some research."
At that moment, a drop of cold sweat ran across the slightly excited girl's forehead.
"...The person involved is a novelist named Draco Wilters, who solved the case only through observation and communication."
Because all of these are his masterpieces... The girl began to feel short of breath, and her twinkling eyes stared at An Sen without blinking, as if he would disappear with a "poof" in the next second.
"...Because the case is too bizarre and the explanation is too far-fetched, there are rumors of the 'Old God Sect's involvement'."
Exactly! That's what happened, Draco Veltus was not alone, so he could quietly complete such an earth-shattering murder case.
He is not alone!
"...And I tell you now that the protagonist of this bizarre murder, His Excellency Draco Wilters..."
Still a spellcaster!
"...It should have nothing to do with the old gods, let alone a spell caster."
Um? !
On the sofa, Anson and the girl, who were thinking about each other, showed surprised expressions at the same time.
"Because a qualified follower of the Old God will never expose himself so easily." The gentle black mage spoke softly, his eyes swept over all the party members present:
"And this ignorant and ignorant world often resorts to heresies, curses and magic for the phenomenon that they don't understand the reasons and don't know the facts."
"That's a sad prejudice."
The voice fell, and the black mage sitting in the center of the purple-red candle slightly bowed his head and said no more.
After a while, some of the party members who were still listening carefully, some were still reminiscing about the content just now, some began to discuss something in a low voice with the people around them, and some simply got up and left the table, alone, or in groups of three or five. Go to the more remote seats and cloakrooms.
The three questions are over, does this count as a break time... Silently observing the surroundings, An Sen secretly said in his heart.
This also means that if he wants to continue the play and find a way to get more information, he must "deal" with the girl next to him.
But I really don't know what she is going to trade with that chatterbox!
What should I do, do you want to blow yourself up? Or trying to get in the way?
Feeling the more and more "enthusiastic" gazes on his side, it became increasingly difficult for Anson to maintain his composure.
In fact, at this point, he had obtained almost all the information he needed, and even roughly figured out the identity of the girl beside him: he had a deal with Draco Wilters, he was not afraid of the guards, and at the same time he did not belong to the Privy Council.
In the entire Clovis Kingdom, there are only two forces that can match the latter two at the same time - the church and the royal family!
No wonder that chatterbox dared to fight against the Guards alone, so he had already found a way back!
As for the purpose of this girl's coming here... Since even the Guards have discovered the existence of the Black Mage and the Old God Sect, it is only a matter of time before the rest of the forces in Clovis City will notice.
So... you want to reveal your identity and tell the other party that you're not actually Draco?
She has almost shaken off her family, so it doesn't seem appropriate to tell the other party "I'm sorry, you found the wrong person" at this time...
And in the current state, it is absolutely impossible to escape from under her nose.
what to do?
At this moment, a figure in a blue robe passed in front of Anson, and left a folded note on the snack stand in front of him.
It wasn't until the other party left that Anson noticed that it was about to be filled with notes of various sizes.
An Sen, who raised his brows, picked one out at random, and a line of scribbled essays came into his sight:
"For clues about black magic, if you are interested, please go to the sofa in the second-to-last row from the left."
It turns out that this is the so-called "break time", isn't it... Anson suddenly realized.
This "secret club" not only has authoritative black mages to explain their knowledge, but also allows members to communicate privately... So why do you need to turn off the lights and wear clothes or masks to hide your identity?
If so, can you also get some information about spellcasters or even spell books from it?
An Sen, who was bright in front of his eyes, couldn't wait to open the second and third note:
"Pledge precious family heirloom books at the price of gold coins;"
"Second-hand apartment for sale, if you are interested, please contact the cloakroom at 7:20;"
"Buy anonymous tickets, carriages and other means of transportation on your behalf, handle all kinds of urgently needed certificates, comprehensive services and fair prices."
……
Do you think this club is too high-end?
Looking at the note in his hand that looked like a small street advertisement, An Sen was a little confused.
After another half a minute, he finally found one that seemed to be quite reliable from the pile of small advertisements:
"The spell book [Rifeng] is for sale. The price is two gold coins. If you are interested, please enter the cloakroom on the left at 7:30."
While Anson was still rummaging through the pile of notes, the anxious girl beside him began to look at him frequently from the corner of his eye.
What the **** is this guy doing... Even Angelica has been bribed, proving that this is not the first time he has come here, but he still pretends to be a newcomer, rummaging through those useless notes... Could this be his disguise part of? Alas, what an overly cautious guy...
Taking a sip of coffee, the girl who "sees through everything" showed a slightly proud radian at the corners of her mouth, and began to observe the "novelist"'s acting skills more and more carefully.
He seems to have found a deal he is interested in... He looked up and looked around, and didn't forget to fold the remaining notes and put them back... The disguise is good~www.readwn.com~ It is very suitable for a first time The image of the newcomers who come here does not let go of such small details. People who come here often will not notice them at all... Huh?
Just when the girl was in a trance, An Sen, who was curled up on the other end of the sofa, suddenly folded a piece of paper, placed it lightly between the two, and quickly got up and left.
The girl quickly picked up the note, and covered it with the coffee cup in her hand and unfolded it in front of her:
"At 7:40, trade in the cloakroom on the left."
The girl's eyes lit up!
It turns out that it is... pretending to be a newcomer here for the first time, quietly avoiding the attention of others, and then completing the transaction in the link that attracts the least attention of others... Even in such a secret gathering, I did not forget to hide my identity...
Draco Wilts, no wonder you were able to slip under the noses of the Guards!
She turned her head sharply, her eyes swept behind her quickly; the "novelist" who was standing in the shadows pushed open the door, looked back and nodded slightly to herself, and quietly walked into the cloakroom.