Mage Joan

For a warlock, a richer pedigree means a richer potential and a broader development prospect.

Joan is not a warlock, but he can use a unique way to replace the warlock profession with his own wizard class and cast the blood spell of the warlock.

From this perspective, using Harry Kaufman's blood to strengthen himself, if he is lucky enough, he can transplant the "semi-deformed" talent supernatural ability "shape change" to himself and tinker It's fun to come out and play.

But Joan was hesitant again. After all, this is "near-source reinforcement". There is still a little risk. In case of bad luck, the reinforcement fails and the body collapses, it would be too worthless.

As he weighed the risks and benefits, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Joan quickly collected the blood sample and turned to open the door.

He thought it was a mentor who came to inspect, or Mrs. Josephine's visit, and an unexpected man stood outside the door.

"Uh... Mr. Pinkerton, are you looking for me?"

"Why, old friends are not welcome as guests?" Mr. Detective held his signature large pipe, and his smile looked tired.

"Then why would you please come in and drink something? Coffee, black tea, or watermelon juice?" Joan hurriedly invited the guests into the room.

"Don't bother, I'll go after a while, and there's still a lot of things to do." Ted Pinkerton waved his hand, beckoning Joan not to be polite.

Joan poured a cup of tea to Mr. Detective and asked in confusion: "The serial homicide case has been detected. What else do you have to do?"

Pinkerton sighed and smiled bitterly, "I thought this was the case, but just yesterday night, the case changed again."

"What the **** is going on?" Jo Ann asked in surprise.

"After yesterday, Harry Kaufman pleaded guilty and was put in a cell, but this morning, Gladson told me... he escaped."

Joan was stunned, and it took a while before he found his sense of reality.

"You mean, Harry Kaufman escaped?"

"Accurately, it was rescued." Pinkerton took a deep breath. "I got rushed to investigate as soon as I got the news. Judging from the traces left on the scene, it was probably this morning. , Someone sneaked into the cell and took Harry Kaufman."

Joan naturally thought of a question: "Who will save Harry Kaufman..."

"There are no clues that can be traced at the scene, and I can't say who did it. I can only guess that this person is likely to be by our side and it is our acquaintance." Pinkerton smiled, "First of all , I certainly didn’t do it, and I think it’s unlikely that you did it. As for others, I’m not so sure, so I came to talk to you.”

"Are you acquaintances around us?"

Following the idea of ​​Mr. Detective, Joan quickly checked all the possible criminals one by one, and finally, a cold face stayed in his mind.

"Mr. Pinkerton, Sergeant Gleason seems to have taken care of Harry Kaufman all the time. Speaking of relatives, the two of them are also uncles, right?"

Pinkerton heard his implication and shook his head gently.

"Gleason does have suspicions of committing crimes, but he has no time to commit crimes. Last night we stayed together in the town's tavern until dawn."

The detective spit out a string of smoke rings and then analyzed the jailbreak case last night.

"It is true that Gladson has a deep affection for his cousin's son, but he values ​​his professional ethics even more. Based on my knowledge of him, he is unlikely to do things that are illegal."

"Step back, if Gleason really had the motivation to help Harry Kaufman escape, why did he persuade the other party to confess guilt?"

"Your analysis makes sense. Actually, I don't want to doubt Sheriff Gleason. He is an upright good man." Joan sighed. "If it wasn't Sheriff Gleason, who could it be... this person?" Late into the heavily guarded prison, without alarming any jailer, he took Harry Kaufman so imperceptibly that he was really capable."

"It's really difficult for ordinary people to rescue a prisoner who has escaped from prison, but for a caster who is good at teleporting spells, this is not a problem."

Pinkerton spit out a smoke slowly, his eyes becoming a little erratic.

"Onsen Town, after all, is only a small place. The prison attached to the police station has no special enclave to prevent the transmission of spells, which gives some people an opportunity."

"Mr. Pinkerton, listening to what you said, it seems that there is already an object of suspicion, that person... is it also a mage?"

Joan had an ominous premonition.

Pinkerton nodded and said with a smile: "The person I suspect, you actually know, and the relationship is very close."

"I don't understand your intentions." Joan avoided his gaze.

"Really don't understand? It doesn't matter. I sing a song I learned from the countess to you, and you understand who I am doubting."

The detective put down his pipe, cleared his throat, and seriously sang a song.

The singing voice that has been subjected to tobacco smoking all year round looks a little hoarse, but it is not unpleasant, and the words are very clear, and the voice is heard in Joan's ear.

...

My friend, Mokaviti

Mokavetti, unpredictable mystery

He is a brilliant wise man

A villain

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

Violating all regulations

Contempt for morality

...

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

Desperate monster

The devil in human skin

...

Mokaviti, the unique Mokaviti

Both evil and wisdom, unparalleled charm

...

Ted hummed and frowned at Joan, his expression meaningful.

Joan was really intolerable, interrupting his singing coldly.

"Stop singing, this is impossible!"

The song came to an abrupt halt, and Pinkerton shook his finger at the young master with a serious face.

"My friend, anything is possible."

"Do you have evidence?"

"I have no evidence, otherwise I won't just sing a song here for you."

"Since there is no evidence, what's the point of you saying these boring words to me?" Joanne asked angrily.

"Just to remind you to stay alert, good boy, beware of your mentor."

Ted Pinkerton put on his hat, stood up with his pipe, and finally smiled at Joan.

"My young friend, there will be a future."

Joan watched Ted Pinkerton walk out of the door, the figure gradually disappeared deep in the boulevard, but his mood could not restore calm for a long time.

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