Whispering Verse

Originally, Shade wanted to invade the house directly, but since the owner of the house was a vampire with rules, he thought it would be better to be polite.

After asking around, I found out that the autopsy room where the owner of the house, Mr. Ptolemy Albert, worked was not at the Yuewan City Police Department or the hospital, but in Xiacheng District. It is generally used to dispose of unclaimed corpses in the lower city and corpses fished out of the Tatton River. If the police department receives too many corpses at one time, they will be responsible for examination and autopsy.

Speaking of vampire soothsayers, Shade immediately thought of Mr. Orland Wilson, whom Mr. Bernhardt brought him to find during the Pantanal incident. The latter was hunted by the Pantanal Voodoo Society because of a relic dagger he held.

When Mr. Bernhardt took Shad to see him, he met the "demon scholar" Mr. Sean Asmon in the tavern where he was hiding.

The predictions made by the vampire soothsayers at that time are still fresh in Shade's memory -

"I saw the angel with white wings flying in the lake, I saw the vine tentacles that were crawling thousands of years ago returning to the material world, I saw the wise man holding a book in his hand, laughing and standing high on the lighthouse , I also saw the crying female diviner with purple eyes, watching everything go to destruction. (Chapter 1085)"

Therefore, there are still some very capable diviners in the material world, but most of them are mentally abnormal.

A place like the coroner's room is not suitable to be placed in a very conspicuous place. After all, even if the coroner rents his own house, he will be discriminated against and criticized by his neighbors. The place where Mr. Ptolemy Albert works is at the end of Spider Alley in the Lower City of Yuewan City.

The street called "Alley" is not narrow at all. In the yard surrounded by a wooden fence on the left, chickens raised by residents are running around, and on the right is a two-story wooden "Spider Hotel". There are probably a lot of spiders in this slum hotel that fits Shade's impression very well.

Spider Alley is a dead end. At the end is a high wall formed due to the topography of the city. Above the high wall is an area where middle class activities occur. And the place on the high wall at the end that looks like the entrance to the water pipe is the entrance to the autopsy room. The entrance is made of stone walls like a corridor, and there is not even a sign hanging. If Shade hadn't inquired along the way, he probably wouldn't have thought that you could go inward here.

There is an iron fence blocking the entrance to the stone corridor, but although the fence is closed, it is not locked. Standing here, Shade could rely on his well-developed sense of smell to smell the special smell of corpses and preservatives deep in the corridor. He could also see a small amount of dried blood residue using the "blood echo".

There were no guards guarding him, so Shade didn't know how to get in. He just wanted to talk to the vampire coroner and confirm whether he was a diviner. It seemed rude to rush in.

"Are the guards in a place like this so negligent? Or are the citizens of Yuewan simple and honest, and there are no thieves who steal corpses?"

Reaching out to push open the fence door, Shade did not cast a spell to sense the internal terrain, nor did he use "Heart of Stone" to sense the heartbeat. Instead, he stood there politely and asked deep into the corridor lit by gas lights:

"Is Mr. Ptolemy Albert here?"

The special environment caused the sound to produce an echo effect, but at least Shade could guarantee that if there was someone inside, he would definitely hear it.

Not long after, footsteps were heard. Before Shade could see clearly what the black-haired man in a brown robe looked like, he had already seen the small bloody bat symbol floating above his head.

"It seems you have found the wrong person."

The burqa is to prevent contamination from unclean things while working. Standard equipment also includes boots, goggles and gloves. The vampire with messy black hair was of medium build and looked about forty years old. He had a beard on his chin, but he looked smart and capable.

He came to the fence and looked at Shade doubtfully:

"I am Ptolemy Albert. Sir, who are you?"

Probably because he saw Shad's appearance as a Drarian, he deliberately used the Drarian language, which he was not very proficient in.

"Good morning, Mr. Albert."

Shade greeted in Kassenric. After the other party nodded hesitantly, he smiled warmly and said:

"You can call me John Watson, the writer who traveled in the Old World. I have something I want to ask you for advice. Can we go inside and talk?"

The latter hesitated for a moment:

"Yes, but you can't go into the autopsy room."

He led Shade downhill for a while toward the depth of the corridor that was large enough for a carriage to enter, and then to the intersection in the sewer pipe, but the left side and the front were completely blocked. So after turning the right-angled corner, continue inward. After a few dozen steps, there are three iron doors on the left, right and front. Aromatherapy was hung on the door to dispel odors. Some retractable iron beds and metal pipes were erected on the wall next to the door. There were five or six pots of flowers on the ground that looked wilted because they had not been exposed to sunlight for many years.

They stopped between the three doors, and Shade also explained his purpose:

"I'm really sorry to bother you. I know you are a ring wizard. Oh, please don't be so surprised. I know my visit is very unexpected, but I came here because I saw the mark on your door."

This man with about five or six rings frowned and looked at Shade again:

"But Mr. Watson, you don't look like a vampire."

He was right. Although Shade had defeated the Vampire God and absorbed the vampire Earl's divinity, he was still not a vampire:

"I have a vampire friend. I don't mean to disturb him, I just want to inquire about some things."

As he spoke, he took out his wallet:

"I'm very sincere about paying for information."

Mr. Albert shook his head:

"Since you know that symbol, although I don't trust you, I won't ask for your money. Just ask directly and leave immediately after asking. We will pretend that we have never met each other. But I still want to say, you are like this It's really rude to do that, especially coming to see me at my place of work."

Shade didn't insist either:

"Are you a soothsayer?"

"Of course not. I'm good at alchemy and potions. Although I'm interested in divination, I don't have the talent. Otherwise, if I take the exam for a registered fortune teller license, I might be able to earn a few crowns by being affiliated with the Seer Association."

There are a total of six exams for registered fortune tellers, and they need to pass all of them within five years to obtain the qualification certificate. Once you get the qualification certificate, no matter where you are from, you can find a job in the three major thaumaturgy academies or the Five Gods Church. Speaking of which, Luvia still has to take the "Registered Fortune Teller License" in this summer exam, but if she passes the exam this time, she should be able to get the license.

"Not a soothsayer. So do you know if there is a reclusive soothsayer in the lower city centered on Herring Street?"

"What a strange question."

The man in the burqa still shook his head:

"Even if I did, I can't tell you casually. After all, I don't know who you are, and I don't know whether you are good or bad. You don't want to use my identity as a threat to force me to answer your questions, do you?"

"Of course not, I'm a good person. So can you tell me how to contact the black market in this city? I just came to the local area and I am not very familiar with the local situation."

"You are really a strange person. Who told you how to identify vampires?"

"I can't say that either. Who is that gentleman from Huntington?"

Shade suddenly looked at the deepest iron door facing the corridor. Just now, he felt that there seemed to be someone behind the door, but the other person did not interrupt the conversation, and Shade didn't care. But when he mentioned "Huntington," the man behind the door started breathing heavier.

"There is my friend behind the door. You just interrupted our meeting."

Mr. Albert moved a step and blocked the door:

"Let's go outside to the Spider Hotel and continue talking. This is not a good place to talk."

He didn't want to expose his friend's identity. Shade nodded, but just as he was about to turn around, he hesitated and said to the closed iron door:

"Fort Midhill?"

After two seconds of hesitation, the door was pushed open from the inside. The yellow-haired gentleman wearing a black formal suit with a small bat mark suspended above his head looked outside in great surprise:

"Mr. John Watson! I felt that the voice was very familiar just now. It is indeed you! I haven't seen you for a long time!"

Shade also showed a smile:

"Viscount Armand Bernhard! We said goodbye in Huntingdon last winter, and we haven't seen each other for half a year, right?"

What appeared in front of him was the friend he met during his adventure in Middleburg. In fact, Shade had seen the soul of this vampire in his "past life" not long ago. But seeing a real person again this time was equivalent to meeting a friend from the past in a strange city, and it was indeed a great surprise.

The two shook hands warmly. The seven-ringed vampire seemed not to have changed much after half a year. The Moon Bay area is thousands of miles away from the city of Huntington, and it spans the entire Old World from Fort Midhill on the east coast, but like Shade, he is very happy to meet friends unexpectedly:

"I really didn't expect to see you here! Come, let me introduce you. Ptolemy, don't be so nervous. This is the great friend I mentioned last year. John Watson , a writer traveling in the Old World.”

Shade smiled and nodded to the coroner:

"Please allow me to apologize to you again. It was really presumptuous to visit you rashly."

The coroner was visibly relieved:

"Hello, Armand's friend, you really scared me just now."

Mr. Bernhardt then continued:

"Mr. Watson, this Mr. Ptolemy Albert is my local friend. We have been friends for almost thirty years. He has lived in Yuewan City all year round and is very familiar with the local situation."

With Mr. Bernhardt as the matchmaker, Shade and the vampire also lowered their guard.

So Mr. Bernhardt suggested that the three of them go to the Spider Hotel next door for a drink. However, Mr. Albert wanted to clean up the autopsy room and lock the door, so he asked Shade and Mr. Bernhardt to go first.