Lord of the Mysteries

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The distinctive wide chin, the bun of the ancient knight, with cold and smiling eyes... Hugh Dilcha half-sitting on the sofa and carefully studying the sketch given by Audrey.

In her eyes, this is the living, golden pound that can move.

After deep into the mind of the great pirate Qilingus, she read the additional description:

"Brown hair, dark green eyes."

“Portraits are for reference only, because the target has the ability to change into the appearance of others, and the duration is unknown.”

Portraits are only for reference... The goal can be transformed into others... just for reference, to transform others... Then why should I memorize the sketch content so seriously... Hugh’s expression is sluggish and seems to feel the world’s malice.

She was confused and looked up at Furth Wall, who was lying on the opposite sofa, saying to herself:

"There is no way to find it. I don't know what it looks like. I only know that it is a foreigner. The number of foreigners who come to Bakerland every day is simply impossible to count."

Fols had a hard waist and wanted to sit up. He tried it three times and was defeated.

"I am just an apprentice, not an arbitrator..." She muttered and reached for the back of the sofa, successfully changing from lying to sitting.

"The lady may think that we are the prophet?" Foers made a joke.

Hugh is about to answer, and suddenly found that there are still many additional descriptions.

She whispered it out:

“It is recommended to look for it from the following ways:

"1. There is a sinister object in Qilingus, and every other day he will devour the flesh and soul of a living person and consider the missing tramp."

"2. Collect detailed information about Qilingus and summarize his unique hobbies and behavior patterns."

"3. A person's facial features may change, but as long as he has not been specially trained, he will always behave like himself, such as favorite food, style of walking, habits, and more details."

Fols heard a slight sigh:

"Miss Audrey is not a simple innocent girl like rumors. She has a delicate inner and calm observation."

"Is it?" Hugh did not ask for a convincing question. He did not expect to answer and proposed. "I am responsible for collecting information. You are going to summarize the pile of gold pounds. No, the pirate general's hobbies and characteristics?"

Folse widened his eyes and shook his iron box with cigarettes in his hand:

"How can you bear it? How can you bear to let a slender and sensitive writer do this summary and analyze the reasoning?"

Hugh a friend, unconsciously revealing a convincing majesty:

"There is a very good reasoning in your "Storm Mountain Villa"."

Foss shrank his shoulders, lowered his head, and looked at the coffee table:

"Do you know how many hairs I lost for that reasoning, how many times have I lost sleep?"

She quickly looked up and saw Hugh Dilcha, then continued to bury her head and muttered:

“Life is very short-lived, there are so many things to do, why should we waste such tedious work?”

It makes a lot of sense... It’s a little nod to take a break and it’s hard to maintain the majesty of the “arbitrator”.

"Do you have any other way to solve this problem?" She pressed her throat and made the tender voice low.

Foers thought for a dozen seconds and jerked up:

“We can ask professionals to do it! After you collect the information of ‘Hurricane Lieutenant’, we erased the name and took it to find a good detective. Please help him to summarize and reason, and only need to pay the consulting fee!”

I didn't think of it... Hugh's mind was blank, and Firth looked at me, I saw you, no one spoke.

When the atmosphere became a little embarrassing, she cleared her throat:

"Just do it according to your proposal."

After that, she was busy adding another sentence:

“The consultation fee is up to you!”

............

Halls Street, Divination Club.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." The beautiful lady, Angelica, who was in charge of the hospitality, looked intently at the front. "You rarely come over on Friday."

In order to check the red chimney houses, Klein smiled and said:

"Fate does not always repeat itself, always bringing us some surprises."

He just passed by here, and the time for renting the carriage was also arrived, so he came up with a cup of tea and took a break.

In addition, this is his last time, with a new divination club "experience", he will logically apply for a special application to Dunn Smith.

"Your words are always full of philosophies." Angelica praised sincerely.

Klein thought about it and said:

"I may rarely come to the club in the future, you don't need to recommend me to others."

After the potion is digested, he has to move toward the new goal!

“Why?” Angelica said with surprise and confusion. “You are already very famous in the club. Most people know that your divination is very accurate and amazing. We are even considering asking you to be a Sunday lecturer.”

If there is 1 pound per divination, then I will be tired and bite my teeth again... and I will run a few houses with red chimneys, and try to get out the behind-the-scenes hand as soon as possible... Kline gently laughs:

"Ms. Don't stay, this is the fate of the arrangement."

"I don't come to the club anymore, just reduce the frequency, and my membership fee will be paid as scheduled."

Anyway, I can reimburse... I will occasionally come over and monitor it here... Klein silently added.

"It's a shame. I hope that when I am confused, you can come to the club." Angelica sighed.

After the initial horror, she found that she was not as surprised as this.

Perhaps the mystery of such awe-inspiring destiny is not a long-term possession of a club in Tingen... Angelica seems to smile like a thought:

"Xibo black tea?"

"Yes." Klein smiled back.

He sat in the club for ten minutes, took a break, drank black tea, left here, and took the railroad public carriage back to Narcissus Street.

When he entered the door, he used to open the mailbox and saw a letter that had just been delivered.

Unpacking, Klein found the letter from Mr. Azick:

"...I will go to the town of Morse on Sunday and return on Wednesday."

The townspeople in the town of Morse generally believe in the goddess... Going on Sunday, according to normal efficiency, Tuesday, or Wednesday, the night can only receive the news, I just can catch up... Mr. Azick actually remembered My request... I hope he can remember not to come out personally, just summon a ghost, just lick it up... Klein nodded invisibly, sprayed his own spirituality, and ignited the stationery with friction.

He slammed into a fly ash and slowly fell to the ground.

............

On Saturday morning, Klein wore a black thin trench coat, a half-height silk hat, and a silver-plated cane, and walked leisurely into the Black Thorns Security Company.

After greeting with Rosanne, he looked at the partition and saw the door of the captain’s office open, so he deliberately did not control the volume and said:

"Last yesterday evening, at the Divination Club, I saw a girl who looks a lot like you."

“Really?” Luo Shan asked in an interesting way.

Klein nodded in nowhere and replied: "Really, I even thought she was your sister."

"Let you regret, I don't have a sister, not even a cousin." Roshan laughed. "Do you remember her name?"

"No, why should I remember her name?" Klein chuckled. "It is no different to see you and see her."

"Can I understand that you are praising me?" Luo Shan always asked others to find a topic and asked on his own initiative. "Klein, you must have made a lot of money in the divination club? As a true diviner, you The level is not comparable to other amateurs."

Without mentioning this topic, we are still good colleagues... Klein coughed a bit:

"The diviners have to fear the fate and cannot use divination to seek abnormal interests."

"Are you summing up your divination motto?" Luo Shan asked curiously.

"Yes." Klein calmly replied.

After chatting with the other party a few words, he waved goodbye, took the hat, and walked to the partition.

Hey, he looked at Dunn Smith, who was tossing coffee, and tapped the open door.

"Please come in." Dunn looked up at him and was busy with his posture.

Klein had already tested the captain's tone in the past two days, and determined that Dunn Smith did not mention even one of the other people while trying to "play the law", obviously looming the top of the church.

So, he closed the door and sat down oppositely. The expression was solemnly excited and said:

"Captain, I feel that I have mastered the ‘the diviner’ potion.’”

"I want to submit a special application."