Whispering Verse

The new things I heard in the teahouse were related to the disaster caused by the heavy snow.

About half an hour ago, a train arrived from the north that had been delayed for a full 20 hours. The train encountered an avalanche midway through the journey, forcing the entire train to face the dilemma of being unable to move forward as the tracks were covered.

While the train was forced to stop, a series of horrific incidents occurred in the VIP carriage on the train. It involved cultists, illegal organizations and brutal murders, but luckily things were solved by an unidentified detective in the VIP carriage.

Sister Devlin was a little concerned about this matter, so she asked her "servants", who were actually the witch followers arranged by the council in advance to wait locally to pick up the two witches, to investigate the cause of this matter.

The young girl in a maid dress came back soon. She did not find out what happened on the train, but she heard that a relic was escorted on the train. Because of the train delay, the Church of Creation, which was responsible for delivering the relic, had to temporarily arrange for the antique shop owner and apprentice to pick up the goods. As a result, the two lost the relic and the thief died tragically. Now the alley where the murder occurred has been blocked. .

"So, this heavy snow will change the fate of many people... Two ring warlocks had their relics stolen by an ordinary person. The peripheral clerical staff of the church were really careless."

Shade said with a smile, sitting in the warm teahouse and looking at the heavy snow outside through the window. He knows what a heavy snowfall of this magnitude means for this era. For most people, this winter will be quite difficult to survive.

"Um?"

Xia De, who was sighing in his heart, was suddenly startled. He saw a familiar figure hurriedly passing by outside the window.

Shade immediately put down the teacup in his hand:

"Leggins Prisha?"

"oh?"

Sister Devlin handed her hand to the maid beside her and stood up with her help:

"Which direction?"

"Not sure if I saw it wrong, after all, it's through the glass, and he is on the other side of the street. The direction is to go out and turn left. He is wearing a black bowler hat, a brown plush scarf, a black coat, and holding a Cane, and white gloves.”

This is the standard southern gentleman's winter travel attire.

"Sister, let's search separately. If we don't find it, we'll meet back here in half an hour."

The nun nodded and left the teahouse with the "support" of the maid. Shade sat at the table and waited for two minutes before pretending to be leisurely and calling the waiter to pay the bill. When he paid the tip, he even praised the delicious tea here.

After he left the teahouse, he quickly ran in the direction where Lykins Prisha left.

There were no clues for Shade to track down the figure he had just seen. He couldn't even see the nun and maid who had taken a step ahead of him. So Shade could only walk forward, and when he encountered an alley or a street corner, he would turn according to his own ideas. He didn't stray too far from the area, basically circling around the Huntington train station.

Naturally, it is impossible to find Sir Prisha with this method of searching, unless there really is the so-called "gravity of fate" between Shade and the chosen ones. So after confirming that he failed to find the target, Shade was not very disappointed. After calculating the time, he planned to return to the teahouse to see if Sister Devlin and the maid had found the target.

But unexpectedly, when passing by the entrance of the alley behind him that was marked "Old Tree Lane", a figure flashed out of it. Although Shad did not find Sir Prisha, the latter found him.

"I felt that the figure looked familiar from the window just now. It is indeed you, Mr. Hamilton."

Shade was wearing the witch's eye shadow at this time, and this kind of eye shadow was only useful to people who were not familiar with him, so he was recognized by Sir Prisha at this time. Compared with when he left Tobesk City, this southern gentleman has not changed much. He stood on the snow at the entrance of the alley and pointed behind him with a smile:

"Come in first to avoid the snow."

No. 1 Gushu Lane is a small private book club. Shade did not refuse and followed Jazz up the steps and walked in. The warm interior is lined with bookshelves and a fireplace burns on the side. The servant wanted to take Shade's coat and help clean up the snowflakes, but Shade refused.

The light in the room is very soft, but on this snowstorm morning, there are not many people here, and the library is so quiet that it makes people embarrassed to speak.

There is a smell of somewhat stinky ink in the air, but this is the smell of ink itself in this era. In order to prevent disturbing others who were reading, Sir Prisha took Shad to the second floor and stood on the small terrace adjacent to the alley, looking at the heavy snow outside and talking to him:

"This is a club that I am very familiar with. Every time I come to Huntington, I will visit here. The owner of the club is also a distant relative of mine, and he always leaves newly purchased books for me."

Jazz smiled and introduced that the servant brought two glasses of wine on a tray, both of which were ice-cold. This was Jazz's hobby:

"Mr. Hamilton, I didn't expect you to arrive in Huntington so quickly."

"I came here to give His Highness a surprise. His Highness will probably be very happy to see me when he gets off the train."

Shade picked up the wine glass, shook it slightly, and asked Sir Prisha with an unchanging smile:

"Sir, I remember that you left with His Highness. How did you arrive in Huntingdon first? Did you encounter any trouble?"

"Yes, some of my collaborators asked me to attend their activities as soon as possible. After drinking this drink with you, I will probably meet them in the city."

Jazz looked at the heavy snow and drank the glass of ice-cold red wine with an intoxicated expression on his face:

“My favorite thing is to look at the snow in the snowy winter and taste the best red wine of the year.”

He laughed heartily, picked up the wine bottle on the tray on the small table, and wanted to pour himself a drink, but Shade stopped him:

"I have better wine here."

He took out the red wine bottle from his coat, and Jazz smiled and raised his eyebrows:

"This is great."

He took Shade's wine bottle and blew on it. The cold air immediately covered the entire bottle.

"No need to sober up, just drink it directly."

Shade reminded him and drank all the red wine in his own glass. Jazz then poured the new red wine into two glasses.

The two clinked glasses on the small terrace. Sir Prisha couldn't wait to take a sip of the new wine, then half-squinted his eyes and made an intoxicated voice:

"Oh, this wine, this wine is really... I can't believe it... Mr. Hamilton, you are actually willing to carry such a fine wine with you!"

He marveled in surprise. Although Shade gave Margaret a batch of red wine at the end of autumn, it was obvious that Sir Pricia was not rich enough to taste them, at least not a lot.

Shade put down the wine glass and did not talk about red wine:

"Before I left Tobesk, I went to see Mr. Booker. The poor fellow died, and his library was destroyed by fire. According to the investigation, the fire occurred on Tuesday night, when Her Royal Highness Margaret was holding a ceremony. Party time.”

Sir Prisha smiled and took another sip of the red wine in his hand:

"what a pity."

Shade didn't know what this southern gentleman was "pitying" about. He continued:

"My fortune teller friend helped me divine, but unfortunately there was no result. But the church quickly investigated something, maybe... this matter is related to you."

Shade looked into Sir Prisha's eyes. The latter did not dodge and looked at him. After a brief silence, Jazz nodded slightly:

"Yes, that's right, it's indeed me."

"For those old books that Mr. Booker treasures and doesn't want to sell?"

"Of course, otherwise what else could it be for?"

"Invite me to collect the relics on Monday, is it to step in?"

"It is also for the purpose of containing relics. No one stipulates that one thing cannot be used to achieve two purposes."

Jazz shrugged his shoulders, and during the brief conversation, the two of them looked into each other's eyes.

These answers were not surprising to Shad. He had known it for a long time and even fully understood what Lykins Plisha was thinking. Shade knew very well that the other person was definitely not the same person as him:

"Actually, there was a time when I thought we could become friends. At Her Majesty Lesia's reading salon, we talked very harmoniously about wisdom and knowledge."

His voice was soft.

"Yes, we were talking very harmoniously. Then you should understand. Knowledge is power, and wisdom is wealth. I have power, and I desire wealth."

The right corner of Jazz's mouth curled up imperceptibly:

"Wealth should belong to those who deserve it. In other words, it is a waste to leave those books in the hands of Mr. Booker who only regards them as collections. Give them to me, and I will read them and When appropriate, donate them to universities or public libraries. This is the home of those books. I can't say that it is reasonable to sacrifice a person in exchange for the spread of knowledge. After all, life is priceless, but at least I think It’s not a mistake to do so.”

Joey Barton knew what he did was wrong, but he still did it; then the man in front of him probably really didn't feel that he did anything wrong.

"At the wedding banquet at Lakeview Manor, you once said that you would popularize education and liberate the labor force. Isn't the first step in doing so to liberate these books, which are not expensive to print, from the hands of collectors?"

Jazz asked with a smile, and Shade also laughed:

"I can't say that your statement is outrageous, I can only say that it is quite outrageous."

Sir Prisha smiled and nodded:

"Yes, yes, of course it's outrageous. Well..."

He looked at Shade with a smile on his face, but there was only indifference in his eyes:

"I did this just so I could get those books."

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