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Chapter 181 Hairpin

Chapter 181 Hairpin

Edsak held Triss's waist with one hand and tried to open the curtain with the other hand. He saw clearly that Triss became abnormal after seeing the outside.

Triss did not stop Edsak. She stared at Edsak's profile with her sharp eyes, observing his expression.

Edessak glanced through the window but didn't notice anything unusual, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"Triss, what happened?" Edsak asked again.

"No, nothing." Triss pursed her lips and shook her head, her tone obviously perfunctory.

Can't you really see it?

So why can I see it?

Edessak noticed the perfunctory tone in Triss's voice, and gently held the woman's fair hands, and said with gentle eyes: "Triss, please tell me if anything happens."

Triss exerted a little force to pull her hand out of Edsak's hand, and glanced out the window, only to find that the woman had disappeared.

strangeness...

Triss was secretly alert in her heart, but she withdrew her gaze and nodded slightly to Edessak as a response.

"I just saw a strange person appear in the manor, but he's gone now. Maybe I was seeing things." Triss explained half-truthfully.

"Strange person?" Edsak glanced out the window again, lowered his head and thought for two seconds before saying, "Are you referring to Miss Eve?"

"Miss Eve?" Triss raised her eyes and looked at Edsak with sharp eyes.

"I've only met Miss Eve once. Well... she is indeed a little strange. She is so beautiful yet always ignored." Edsak explained, "She is a reporter. At Mr. Melis' request, I agreed to let him and Miss Eve enter the manor freely for interviews, but they cannot interview us for the time being."

"I just saw her, but she's gone now. She may have left, or she may have gone to another part of the manor."

A... reporter...

Triss lowered her eyes slightly, staring at the floor, feeling troubled, "Did I misunderstand?"

No, that's not right. Is it true that someone so beautiful would be ignored?

Triss felt a little uneasy. Her hand hanging by her side moved slightly. She had an urge to use the magic mirror for divination, but witches were very good at anti-divination. If the other party was really a witch, it might disrupt her judgment.

Even though her mind was full of thoughts, Triss still showed no abnormality on her face. She showed a somewhat relieved look and said, "Then I feel relieved."

I need her things... Triss thought to herself, the closer the relationship, the higher the success rate of divination. It would be best if she could get her hair and cast a curse through her hair to ensure that she would have some protection when facing her.

"Did Miss Eve communicate with you in advance via correspondence?" Triss said to Edsak, her gentle tone like intoxicating wine.

"No." It was obvious that Edsak enjoyed Triss's tenderness. He turned sideways, put one hand around Triss's slender waist, and said close to Triss, "Mr. Melis communicated with me in advance."

Triss suppressed the rejection in her heart, turned her head slightly, and leaned on Edsak, her fingers entwined with her black hair. She said softly, "You have come to the manor so early to interview, it is really hard for Miss Eve. Let Magna prepare some tea and desserts to entertain Miss Eve."

Triss's rare initiative made Edsak's heart fall into a jar of honey. He nodded immediately and called the maid Magna to prepare tea and desserts to entertain Eve.

Following Edsak's instructions, Magna asked the kitchen to prepare some desserts and black tea for Eve.

"Miss Eve," Magna said, holding the silver plate in both hands, "Please enjoy."

"Oh, thank you very much," Eve put down the notebook in her hand, with a hint of surprise in her tone. She thanked him politely, picked up the spoon, tasted it symbolically, and praised, "It's delicious."

Magna held a teacup in her hand and placed a cup of mellow black tea on the table. After a few words of greeting, she left.

"Magna."

As Magna walked through the corridor, she heard a familiar voice echoing in her ears. She turned her head and found Triss at the corner.

"Ms. Triss," Magna stepped forward and asked respectfully, "How can I help you?"

Triss held a gilded wooden box carved with irises in her arms. She placed her hand on the wooden lid to open the box and show Magna what was inside.

It was a silver hairpin, with an irregular hollow oval shape, a petal-shaped frame, and silver wires wrapped around it to form intricate patterns. Inside the oval was a small vertical oval, with an aquamarine diamond inlaid in it and five round, white pearls hanging below it.

"This ornament should be suitable for Miss Eve," Triss closed the wooden box with a snap, handed it to Magna, and said with a sweet smile, "Go to the bedroom and get a wooden comb that has never been used. Give it to Miss Eve to try."

Finally, Triss added, "Tell her that this is a gift from His Highness Edsak to Miss Eve."

Hearing this, Magna's face suddenly looked a little strange, and she looked at Triss in confusion, "Ms. Triss..."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It's really too ambiguous for an unmarried man to give such a gift to an unmarried woman...

The witches of the Gnosis Society always like to seduce men. Seeing the men being infatuated with them, if they are really witches of the Gnosis Society, they will most likely accept them proudly. Witches who are not witches of the Gnosis Society will generally find it difficult to refuse because of Edessak's identity.

"Send it to her," Triss said again, her tone carrying a certain irresistible force.

Magna pursed her lips, feeling a little strange. She had never seen Triss treat others so...attentively, but she didn't think much about it and secretly made a note of it in her mind.

She carried the wooden box into Edsak and Triss's room, found an unused hair comb from the dressing table, placed it on the wooden box, then held the exquisite wooden box in both hands and went back to the reception room where Eve was found, and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A sweet and gentle voice came from inside the room.

Magna opened the door with one hand and entered the room holding the wooden box with the other.

"Miss Eve," Magna bowed slightly to Eve, lowered her head, took down the comb on top of the wooden box and placed it on the table, then opened the exquisite and beautiful gilded wooden box in her hand, "This is a gift from His Highness."

Eve looked at the exquisite and beautiful hairpin on the red brocade and was shocked. "This..."

"Miss Eve," Magna placed the wooden box in front of Eve, then picked up the hairbrush on the table, shook it in front of Eve, and said, "Please try it on, Miss Eve, and see if it's suitable."

Eve pursed her lips inward, silently agreeing to Magna's request.

Magna picked up the comb and combed Eve's hair carefully. Her thick black hair was as smooth as water. Magna lowered her eyes and looked at Eve sitting on the sofa, with some doubts and sympathy in her heart.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 182 Hair

Chapter 182 Hair

Magna gathered the two strands of hair on the girl's face back, tied them together simply, and put on a delicate hairpin. The black hair that was scattered casually was tied up by the silver hairpin, adding a bit of nobility to the girl's gentle face. Her unusually beautiful appearance made her hold down this delicate and precious hairpin tightly, which became her foil.

"Are you ready, Ms. Magna?" Eve turned her head slightly, glanced at the woman behind her, and asked in a gentle voice.

Magna came back to her senses when she heard a sweet and pleasant female voice. It was hard to believe that she was staring at a woman!

At that moment, she even wanted to tell Miss Eve that the hairpin was actually given to her by Miss Triss, but she opened her mouth and finally resisted the urge.

Magna didn't know why Triss did this, but she always felt uneasy, uneasy for Eve.

She felt as if her heart had sunk into the deep sea, being squeezed by countless currents, and it was so stuffy that her breathing became disordered.

"Ms. Eve, this is a thank-you gift from His Highness Edsak," Magna couldn't help but speak. Although she still maintained a standard smile on her face, her eyes secretly revealed some concern. "Thank you for your help in his marriage with Miss Triss."

So please don't get me wrong, His Highness Edsak has no intention of developing a special relationship with you... Magna silently completed the last sentence in her heart, silently praying that Miss Eve could understand what she wanted to express.

"Oh, thank you." Eve was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm just doing my job."

Magna lowered her eyes and carefully observed Eve's expression, thinking in her heart, "She should understand. I hope she won't have any other thoughts."

After a few pleasantries while thinking about it, Magna left the reception room with the wooden box and comb.

"Magna."

Magna carried the wooden box to the hall and was about to give the box and comb to the other maids to throw away when she heard a familiar voice.

"Magna," Triss walked up to Magna with her skirt lifted and asked casually, "Is Eve satisfied with the gift?"

"Ms. Eve likes it very much." Magna replied businesslikely.

"It's such an honor." Triss put her hand on the wooden box in Magna's hand, grasped the comb on top of the wooden box, took the wooden box from Magna naturally, and said, "I'll take care of these. You go find Edsak and ask him to come to my bedroom to find me."

When the box was pulled out of her hand, Magna felt her hand was empty. She looked down and was stunned for a second. After hearing what Triss said, she pursed her lips and said, "Okay, Miss Triss."

After Magna left, Triss quickly returned to the bedroom carrying the exquisite wooden box.

She picked up the comb on the wooden box, carefully picked up the few long black hairs left on the comb, and couldn't help but curled the corners of her mouth.

The beautiful witch took out the newspaper that she had prepared long ago and wrapped the hair in it. The newspaper was folded into a small square piece, stuffed into the interlayer of the handbag, and covered with a layer of illusion.

To be honest, this place is not hidden, but Triss has no other choice. Being in Edessac's manor, Triss's actions are restricted, although these are not caused by Edessac. If it is placed somewhere else, it is very likely to be discovered by the cleaning maids, and handbags are usually thrown away after being used once or twice, and the maids will not check the contents.

Just in case, Triss left some clues on the outside and inside of the handbag so that she could quickly discover it even if someone else touched it.

…

In the afternoon, at Lord Glint's house

The door of the study was closed, isolating the four people inside from the guests in the salon outside.

"Xiu, Fors, this is the compensation you deserve." Audrey pushed a bulging envelope to Xiu and Fors.

Xio took the envelope, felt the weight in her hand, and was slightly surprised. The reward seemed to be more than they had imagined.

"Thank you for your generosity, Miss Audrey."

Hugh opened the envelope, pulled out a wad and took a look—ten pounds, all ten pounds!

Fors immediately came forward and took a deep breath. This was more than all her royalties!

How much was in this...

"It's one thousand pounds in total. You can divide it among yourselves." Audrey said with a smile after seeing the reactions of Hugh and Fors.

"This..." This reward was much more than expected!

For a moment, Fors and Xio were embarrassed to take it.

"I know, because you entrusted this commission to a High-Sequence Expert." Audrey saw the two's concerns and explained, "Compared to the cost you paid, this thousand pounds is nothing."

No, in fact, the price that High-Sequence Expert wants is just three things, and he also guarantees that these are three things that we are capable of completing... Fors thought silently in her heart, opened her mouth to explain, but closed it hesitantly.

Fors pursed her lips and glanced at Xiou beside her, only to find that Xiou was also looking at her. Years of tacit understanding made her immediately understand that Xiou was also struggling with the same thing as her.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Now Fors' heart seemed to be cut in two. One half said that she couldn't take advantage of Miss Audrey, while the other half said that this was the reward Miss Audrey voluntarily gave them, and Miss Audrey was so rich that perhaps a thousand pounds was not a burden at all for her.

"This… Actually, we didn't pay a huge price." As if afraid that Audrey wouldn't believe him, Fors immediately added, "That High-Sequence Expert was very kind…"

Audrey smiled nonchalantly and said, "Anyway, you were put in danger this time because of me. The extra money will be considered as compensation. I'm very sorry."

Since Audrey said so, Fors and Xio, who were originally hesitant, accepted it without hesitation.

"Your generosity is admirable," Fors praised.

No, Miss Audrey, you don't need to apologize at all...Xiu felt the weight in his hand and praised Miss Audrey's generosity in his heart. Even if it happened again, she would accept it knowing the danger. One thousand pounds, even if it was divided equally, it would be enough for her to buy the formula of the "Sheriff" potion.

Xio looked at the banknotes in her hand and tried to suppress the urge to take them out and count them immediately. Although she knew that the beautiful and generous Miss Audrey would not be short of money, what if she counted wrongly?

Viscount Glint, who was sitting on the sofa, was also a little envious. As a viscount with a relatively good financial situation, 800 pounds was not a large sum. He envied Audrey for her generosity and lack of burden at all.

"Ahem..." Viscount Greylint cleared his throat. "If you can get the recipe of the 'pharmacist', I will give you a generous reward."

"We'll try our best!" Xio answered without hesitation. Then, she looked at Audrey and said, "We've recently come into contact with someone who is suspected to be a member of the Psychological Alchemist Society. We'll soon have clues about the 'audience' potion you want."

"Thank you very much." Audrey smiled modestly, thinking with a bit of pride in her heart, "In fact, I'm already Sequence 8."

(End of this chapterChapter 183 Further Exploration

Chapter 183 Further Exploration

After receiving their reward, Fors and Hugh did not leave immediately. They casually browsed books in Viscount Glint's study.

"Outline of the History of the Fifth Age"

Russell's Short Stories

…

Suddenly, Xio's eyes lit up, and he looked at the two books on the bookshelf with great surprise: "History of the Nobility of the Kingdom of Loen" and "Heraldry".

"Respected Viscount Greenlight, can I borrow these two books?" Hugh asked the owner of the books sincerely.

"No problem." Greenlight took a quick glance and nodded indifferently.

"Thank you so much."

Audrey silently took in the scene, and moved the fan up to cover the corners of her slightly raised mouth. As a "mind reader", she was very good at giving some subtle guidance.

The rustling sound of writing escaped from Klein's fingers at St. Samuel's Church in the northern district of Backlund

. He held a fountain pen and wrote on the paper in front of him. He seemed to be taking notes seriously, but his mind had already drifted to the sewer.

Eve's letter of complaint arrived at the church before Klein, and the Nighthawks had already set out when Klein arrived at the church.

Although he was not sure whether this was true or not, for safety reasons, the Night Watcher quickly organized a team of three people to go to the address in the letter after divination. The team returned to the church around noon.

Taking advantage of the break in the training, Klein took a look secretly. The three members of the returning team had extremely serious expressions on their faces, as if they were suppressed by a group of dark clouds, which made it difficult for Klein to ignore. It seemed that the matter of Detective Zreal was more complicated than he thought.

I'll go take a look after get off work... Klein thought quietly in his heart, but the pen in his hand was not affected by his thoughts at all. His neat handwriting recorded the vast amount of mystical knowledge on the paper one by one.

He looked up and saw Leonard sitting upright in his seat. His usual romantic temperament was weakened a bit in the Tranquil Church, and he seemed unusually serious. But when Klein looked closely, he found that Leonard was also distracted. Like Klein, Leonard had already learned a lot of extraordinary knowledge from the angel in his body.

Klein withdrew his gaze and returned to his training seriously. He looked at his pocket watch from time to time and counted the time until the end of his shift.

Painful time always seems to last a long time. Although the training of the Nighthawks could not be called painful, for Klein who wanted to check the sewers again, today's time was indeed longer than before in his subjective feeling.

After get off work, Klein immediately took the subway back home. He planned to investigate as "Sherlock Moriarty".

Snap, snap—

The key turned twice in the door, and two crisp sounds reminded the visitor that the door had been opened. Klein pushed gently inward, and the door turned inward with his force.

He glanced at the shoe rack by the door and saw a pair of white high-heeled shoes on the shoe rack compared to when he left. The shoe surface was clean but a little bit of dark brown dirt could be seen from the side of the heel. It was obvious that this should be the shoes Eve wore today. He had returned home.

Thump thump thump——

Klein quickly ran upstairs and knocked on Eve's door.

Before the third knock landed on the door, the wooden door had already swung inward, revealing Eve's figure.

"What are you doing?" Eve leaned against the door frame, exuding a lazy aura, but she did not make people feel decadent. She was as lazy and warm as the sunshine at noon in spring.

"I..."

As soon as the first "I" came out of his mouth, Klein's voice suddenly stopped.

Because Eve was leaning against the door frame, Klein could see the exquisite and precious hairpin in Eve's hair from her side.

It looks expensive...and those pearls and diamonds don't look fake...

A trace of doubt flashed through Klein's mind. He had never seen Eve wearing hair accessories. Her hair was always casually loose.

Eve noticed the confusion in Klein's eyes. She reached out and stroked the hairpin that was tangled in her black hair. She smiled and said, "It's a gift from a little witch."

Huh?

Klein's expression suddenly looked a little strange. He pursed his lips, knocked his lower teeth against his upper teeth, and said, "Uh..."

Little Witch... Klein felt a chill in his heart. What kind of name is this? Is this a normal name?

He lowered his gaze, scanning Eve's face, then moved to the precious hairpin, staying there for a full five seconds.

"You didn't come to see me just to see my hairpin, did you?" Klein's gaze was too obvious. Eve stretched out her arm to her neatly bound hair and ran her fingers over the diamond in the center of the hairpin.

"Uh… I…" Klein opened his mouth, but didn't know how to start. He "uh" a few times but said nothing. The information that came at him like lightning struck his brain directly, causing him to freeze for a moment.

"I want to change into the identity of 'Sherlock Moriarty'."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After a few seconds, Klein seemed to have regained his normal ability to speak. He pursed his lips and retracted his gaze, but his eyes still occasionally glanced at the hairpin while he spoke.

Forget it, maybe I'm overthinking it, and even if it's true, my sister-in-law is always easier to accept than my brother-in-law.

"I want to take another look at where Zreal's body is."

"Hmm..." Eve put her finger on her chin and pondered, "Zreal's body has been searched by the Nighthawks. If there is anything worth noting, it is likely that it has been taken away by the Nighthawks... Is it for a commission?"

Klein nodded. Of course he knew that he did not search the body in the early morning. Firstly, he wanted to preserve the scene and prevent the clues from being destroyed. Secondly, he wanted to leave valuable things for the night watchmen to facilitate their subsequent investigation.

Klein replied, "My commission has not been completed yet. I need to confirm it."

Snap——

A crisp snap of fingers was heard, and Klein, who was standing in front of the door, had turned into Sherlock Moriarty.

"Go ahead." Eve waved her hand and said, "Remember to come back early, Mr. Ian will come to see you again."

Will you come to me again?

This is the second time today. Is this too frequent?

In an instant, an outrageous thought flashed through Klein's mind. It passed by as quickly as a meteor, but Klein still caught it sharply.

Ian said he would show up at the right time. Wouldn't it be that if he came a few more times, he would eventually meet him?

It was an outrageous idea, but Klein could sense some rationality in it. After all, Ian was just an ordinary person, without a tight information network or extraordinary abilities. How could he ensure that he would show up at the right time?

Ah... this... why did it seem more and more reasonable the more I thought about it?

Klein urgently stopped his wild thoughts, simply disguised himself, waved goodbye to Eve, and ran all the way to the sewer.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 184 Corpse

Chapter 184 Corpse

This time, Klein did not disguise himself too much in his clothes. He just wore a formal suit, but his face was carefully disguised. His originally deep and mature face turned into an ordinary face. He disguised some stubble around his mouth, looking like an ordinary married man who just got off work.

The man sitting on the bench on the left and reading a newspaper is a night watchman...

Klein's eyes inconspicuously swept over the people near the sewer entrance, and indeed, he found traces of the Nighthawks in the crowd.

Although he was disguised, Klein still recognized him.

The Nighthawks chose to secretly monitor the sewers...

There may also be Nighthawks watching over Zreal's body...

Klein retracted his gaze and took a detour to another sewer entrance.

Backlund's sewer system was very developed. The Kingdom of Loen had invested heavily in building Backlund's sewer system, making Backlund's sewer system the best in the world, surpassing Intis's proud "Roselle Legacy".

Thanks to this advanced sewer system, although that sewer entrance was monitored, Klein was able to reach the location of Zreal's body through other entrances.

Klein specifically chose a remote sewer and entered it only after making sure that no one was around.

Relying on divination with his wand, Klein easily found the correct direction.

From a distance, Klein saw three people standing near Zreal's body. He couldn't see their faces clearly but was sure they were the Nighthawks.

I can't go any further or I'll be discovered... Klein didn't hesitate and turned around to leave the sewer.

Just now, we could vaguely see a body on the ground from that position. We should be able to see it clearly with a telescope later... Klein thought to himself... I can complete the commission by taking Ian to see Zreal's body.

But I don't have a telescope... Should I buy a telescope specifically for a commission? No, no, a telescope is too expensive, and Mr. Ian won't reimburse me for this part of the expenditure.

Can Ian prepare a telescope for himself?

Let's go back and ask my sister if she has one... Klein sighed in his heart... There's no hope. Let Ian prepare one for himself...

Klein returned home first and knocked on Eve's door again.

"Sis, have you ever thought about a telescope?"

"The utility room, find it yourself."

Rarity's voice came from inside the room.

Klein immediately ran downstairs and came to the utility room of his home for the first time.

As soon as he opened the door, a gust of dust rushed towards Klein impatiently, as if the prisoner who had been imprisoned for a long time finally got a chance to go out for some fresh air.

The utility room was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Klein turned around and fetched a kerosene lamp, holding it up as he entered the utility room.

Drawing boards, saddles, wrenches, fishing rods, a pile of wood of unknown use...all kinds of things are piled up in the room in a mess. It seems disorganized, but if you look closely, you will find that it is not completely disordered.

After traveling to another world, I became a fisherman?

Klein looked at the dusty fishing rod leaning against the door frame, and a sentence suddenly popped up in his mind, making him smile for no apparent reason.

Stop thinking about it and quickly look for a telescope... Klein condemned himself a little in his heart and began to search for a telescope with a kerosene lamp.

The utility room, which had been silent for a long time, made a sound again, but it only lasted for a dozen minutes, and then it fell into silence again.

Really!

Klein looked at the telescope in the box with some surprise. He took it out and wiped it clean in the utility room. After trying it out, he found that it could indeed be used. Then he went into the utility room and tried it out to make sure that he could see objects in a dim environment before leaving with peace of mind.

My sister really has everything... Klein put away the telescope and thought about the miscellaneous things in the utility room, sighing silently in his heart.

Minsk Street 15

Boom boom boom——

There was another knock on the door. Klein didn't let Ian wait too long and immediately opened the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sherlock," Ian looked around and said, "Did you get anything?"

"have."

Klein nodded and replied.

Ian showed a hint of surprise on his face, surprised by Klein's terrifying efficiency.

After a while, he stammered and asked in astonishment,

"Have you confirmed Mr. Zreal's condition?"

"Yes." Klein paused and said seriously, "I found Zreal's body."

"Corpse..." Ian's pupils shrank and he repeated in a low voice.

He was not obviously surprised and seemed to have anticipated the worst possible outcome.

"Huh..." Ian exhaled, looked around vigilantly and said, "Your efficiency is amazing. Can you take me to see Mr. Zreal's body?"

Klein had long guessed that Ian would make such a request, and he took Ian to see Zreal's body to prevent Ian from using this as an excuse to refuse to end the commission.

"I saw some people near Mr. Zreal. They seemed to be monitoring that area. If you still insist, I can take you there."

Ian was startled and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. For a moment, he seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Klein looked at Ian quietly, memorizing his reaction.

"Yes, Mr. Sherlock, I still want to see Mr. Zreal's body." After a long time, Ian spoke.

"I'll come find you in the early morning." Ian continued. Now was not a suitable time to look for a body, not to mention that Ian was being chased.

"good."

In the evening, Fors slumped on the sofa

in an apartment somewhere in Backlund

, holding the book loosely in his hands, staring at the pages with a dazed look, turning a page from time to time, then turning it back, repeating the meaningless action.

Fors...Xiu looked helplessly at Fors who was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

After receiving a reply, Fors would always fall into this state of stupor within ten seconds when she was alone.

"Emperor Roselle once said..." Fors suddenly murmured, "There is no such thing as a free lunch. There are only traps on the ground..."

As she spoke, Fors's eyes were still fixed on the book, as if she was talking to Hugh or to herself.

"Fors…" Xio sighed helplessly and soothed him, "If you're worried, you can try to find opportunities in other ways. Your current condition isn't too bad, and there's still time. If there's really no way, then contact us."

Fors still lowered her head, her eyes drooping, her gaze falling on the pages of the book but not reading anything. She pursed her lips, and then a small gap appeared between her lips. The words in her heart lingered on her lips, but they could not break through the cage that had already revealed a gap.

She ended up saying nothing.

She didn't tell Xio that she could hardly hold on any longer. The pain became stronger and stronger, like waves that swept her whole body into the deep sea. The severe pain made breathing a torture. She couldn't hold on any longer. Sometimes she thought that dying would be a good ending, but if she died in the full moon's muttering, she would most likely lose control and become an irrational monster.

"You're right." Fors raised her head, forced a smile, and said to Xio, "There's no need to rush."

"I have to go to a party, so I'm leaving now."

Fors put down the book in his hand, stood up slowly, and said goodbye to Xio.

Xio looked at Fors, who was clearly not in good shape, with concern and said, "You're not in good shape. If it's not an important party, you should cancel it."

"No," Fors patted her cheek with her hand, trying to return to her normal state, and said to Xio with a smile, "I'm fine."

"Okay..." Xio glanced at Fors and was still a little hesitant. But seeing Fors's insistence, he nodded and said, "Be careful on the road."

(End of this chapterChapter 185 Commission Ended

Chapter 185 Commission Ended

After Fors left, Xiu curled up on the sofa and flipped through the "History of the Nobility of the Kingdom of Loen", hoping to find a tiny clue.

After looking at it for a while, Xio suddenly felt that the cardboard cover was a little strange, so he carefully checked it, found the interlayer, and took out an old piece of paper.

The front of the paper was covered with the special symbols created by Emperor Roselle, and on the back was written a passage of ancient Hermetic text.

"Viscount Greylint's ancestors deciphered some of Emperor Roselle's special symbols?" Xio suddenly became excited.

She struggled to decipher the ancient Hermetic text and silently said:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"The mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"The yellow and black king who controls good luck."

This is!

Xiu's back and waist suddenly bounced, and his heart felt as if it was pierced by an ice pick with a slow pain. His hair was numb and he immediately sat up from the sofa.

This is most likely the honorific name of a secret existence!

Xio realized this with horror, and she actually pronounced the honorific name in its entirety in her mind using the ancient Hermetic language!

Once the full name of a hidden being is recited, it often means attracting the other party's attention!

The consequences of such a gaze will most likely not be wonderful, and may even be miserable!

Many of those hidden beings are the incarnations of evil gods and demons!

This is common knowledge of mysticism that many ordinary people know!

At that moment, Xio felt that she was simply the stupidest person in the world. She not only recited the honorific name completely, but also used the ancient Hermetic language.

Xio immediately looked around vigilantly. Tables, chairs, sofas, curtains... these ordinary things that he used to use every day seemed to become unsafe at this moment. It seemed that a monster would appear in the quiet surroundings at any time.

After a few minutes, nothing happened.

Xio pursed her lips, slowly slowed down her breathing, adjusted her heart rate, and tried to relax as much as possible. She consoled herself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I just chanted the honorific name. There was no subsequent prayer spell. This is an incomplete ceremony and should not attract attention."

"Moreover, the Roselle text deciphered by Viscount Greenlight's ancestors may not be accurate. This is a cipher that no one has been able to decipher for a hundred years."

"But, but I heard that if the evil god or demon shows interest, he will respond even if the ritual is incomplete... I'm so stupid, really..." Thinking about it, Xio's face turned sad again, feeling that he had made a serious mistake.

…

15 Minsk Street, Backlund

Although it was still far from Klein's usual sleeping time, he went to bed much earlier than usual today because he needed to take Ian to see Zreal's body in the early morning.

He had just laid down on the bed for a short time when sleepiness slowly eroded his consciousness. His body gradually became weak and drowsy, and he had already stepped into dreams.

But when the other foot was about to follow into the dream, it was caught tightly by a wave of repeated prayers.

Ah?

The vague prayer echoed in his ears, successfully dispelling Klein's sleepiness that had not yet taken shape but had already become a reality.

Klein reluctantly opened his eyes, reluctantly got up, and reluctantly walked into the bathroom and took four steps backwards.

He was forced to wake up just as he was about to fall asleep. This state of being neither up nor down made him extremely uncomfortable. Klein felt like he was going to turn into a ghost out of resentment.

He walked four steps backwards and entered the gray fog. He saw circles of clear light spreading out from the edge of the ancient, mottled bronze table and to the side of the Fool's chair.

The sudden exposure of his eyes to the bright light made him feel a little uncomfortable. Klein raised his hand to rub his eyes, but as soon as the back of his hand touched his eyes, he realized that this action was a bit ungentlemanly, so he immediately put it down.

He sat in the Fool's high-back chair, radiating spirituality, and touched the ripples of light in response to a prayer.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, showing a blurry set of sofas, on which curled up a petite woman in the attire of an apprentice knight.

It wasn't Miss Justice… She was looking at a piece of paper… Klein suddenly realized what was going on:

"She should be one of the two Beyonders that Miss Justice mentioned that I need to examine..."

After a few seconds of hesitation, Klein did not respond immediately and prepared to observe for a while.

After finishing his response, Klein lay back and wrapped his body with spirituality to imitate the feeling of falling.

Klein opened his eyes and returned to bed until there was another knock on the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Sherlock," Ian said politely, "I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but I think it's about time."

Klein nodded, went back to the house to get the telescope he had prepared long ago, and took Ian along the route he had planned long ago, all the way to the location of Zreal's body.

As he said, Ian saw three people guarding a corpse.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Klein took off the telescope hanging around his neck, tapped Ian on the shoulder twice, and signaled that he could use the telescope.

Ian secretly praised Klein's professionalism and ability in his heart, took the telescope he handed over and looked in the direction of the corpse.

Klein kept his eyes on Ian, observing his expression.

Although the upper half of his face was blocked by the telescope and Ian's expertise as a professional detective assistant increased the difficulty of observation, Klein's strong control over his expression after experiencing the "Joker" stage made it slightly easier for him to discern the changes in Ian's expression.

He was still nervous but a little more relaxed than before.

It seems that from Ian's perspective, things have not reached the worst possible level... Klein judged in his heart... I don't know which faction discovered Zreal's body, which is the worst case scenario...

Klein lowered his eyes to glance at Ian who was still observing, leaned forward slightly, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Ian, if there are no problems, we can end the commission."

"It is indeed Mr. Zreal," Ian replied in a similarly low voice, "Mr. Sherlock, is there any way you can get me closer to Mr. Zreal's body?"

"I'm sorry," Klein said without hesitation, "This is not within the scope of our commission. Moreover, although I have been in Backlund for a short time, I have the idea of living here for a long time."

The meaning is very clear, he is not going to get involved in this mess.

Although the cause was unknown, anyone who was not stupid could tell after seeing Zreal's body that this was not a simple commission. Withdrew in time was a wise choice, and it was also a choice that a new and unknown detective would make.

Sure enough, Ian had no doubts after Klein said this. He straightened his coat and said, "You are right. The moment I saw Mr. Zreal's body, our commission was over. I will keep my promise and introduce you to the detectives."

Klein nodded and left the sewer first.

(End of this chapter