Whispering Verse

The opened box mainly contained some clothes with good fabrics. There were a few books tucked inside the clothes. On the side were a small silver wine bottle, a pocket watch and a few black and white photos. The one on the photo was Jonathan Le. Mel.

This was the first time Shade had seen photos of dead crew members.

The lawyer introduced:

"Mr. Le Maire hopes that if he dies of illness and leaves a body, then Mrs. Le Maire who receives the inheritance will arrange his funeral arrangements. If he dies in a shipwreck and leaves no body, then Mrs. Le Maire who receives her inheritance needs to Purchase a local grave and bury the photos in it to make sure his soul will not be lost in the ocean."

This is the superstition of sailors. They believe that if there is no grave after death, then the soul and body will be trapped at the bottom of the sea forever.

"no problem."

Mrs. Flamel's eyes were a little red, and Shade once again helped to inspect the relics. He just checked the clothes, and to his surprise, Jonathan Le Maire actually had the habit of writing diaries every now and then. There were five diaries, and each page was densely packed, recording trivial matters at sea.

"Jonathan Le Maire is actually quite well educated."

Shade whispered in surprise that the fonts in the diary were much better than his, and they were very organized, with few misspelled words.

"Uncle Lemaire used to study. Later, he offended the local sheriff and went to the seaside to make a living. He is a very good person. He even read us storybooks when we were young."

Mrs. Flamel explained with a slight sob.

"Yes, for this business, I exchanged several letters with the friend of Mr. Le Maire who kept the will. According to his description, Mr. Jonathan Le Maire is one of the rare and well-educated members of the crew. People. It is also because of this that he was able to accumulate so much property in Coldwater Port as a foreigner in just ten years. His friends speak highly of him."

As the lawyer spoke, Shade had already opened the diaries. The diary that recorded the events of the past few months was buried at the bottom of the sea with Mr. Flamel. The latest diary that appeared here was from half a year ago.

While flipping through it, Shade discovered that in addition to the Delarian language, there were also words from Kasenric mixed in. Even, occasionally there will be some more exotic languages, even ancient languages.

After translating the text written in the gap, the meaning is roughly:

Today is my third month as a Ringmancer, and I decided to rent a small house in Coldwater Harbor and hide away my spellcasting materials and books.

Shade closed the diary with a snap, his expression did not change, but the hand holding the diary subconsciously tightened his strength.

Flamel was a ring sorcerer. He did not even reveal it to the warehouse dispatcher who was doing illegal business with him, and in the inheritance in front of him, he did not see any items related to the ring sorcerer.

The date of the diary I just saw is two years ago, which is the autumn of 1851 in the universal calendar. If the diary is not a forgery and Mr. Flamel's safe house is still in the same place, then it means that there are relics of an ownerless ring wizard in a certain house in Coldwater Port City.

Ring Warlocks must be organized, but the safe room where personal belongings are stored will most likely not be disclosed to others, that is to say

Shade had another reason to go to Coldwater Port City.

"These are no problem either."

After calming down and putting the diary back into the box, Shade nodded to Mrs. Flamel.

"All the inheritance that needs to be transferred is here. Please confirm again. If there is no problem, please sign this document to confirm that you have received everything in the list listed above."

The lawyer handed over another document and added:

"Of course, you can also press fingerprints."

"I can write my name."

The middle-aged woman said softly.

Shade helped read the documents that needed to be signed. While he was reading the lawyer, he explained the content that could easily cause misunderstandings. After confirming that there was no problem, Mrs. Le Maire took the pen and signed her name with the pen in an awkward posture, confirming that the inheritance had been received in full.

She probably didn't write often, and her letters were even uglier than Shade's.

"The last part is the lawyer's fees, according to the method we have already discussed. Part of it will be paid directly by you to the Tobesk Lawyers Association, and the other part will be paid directly to me. It is 1 pound and 3 shillings to facilitate tax avoidance."

Lawyer Laurel nodded sheepishly, and Mrs. Flamel took out some banknotes from the banknotes in front of her and handed them to him.

The lawyer looked at Shade again and saw that he was sitting there without moving. He knew that this middle-aged woman who suddenly gained a large amount of property must have promised a lot of rewards to make the detective so dedicated. Although he was curious about the detective's income from this business, he still grabbed the coat on the back of the chair and said goodbye in a professional manner:

"Mrs. Flamel, you have my contact information. Detective, this is my business card. If you have any legal needs in the future, you can contact me directly. Don't go through the Bar Association. The commissions of those vampires are really too high. Oh, this is not considered a private job."

When he said the second half of the sentence, he winked at Sha De. Sha De nodded clearly, knowing that the local lawyer industry was not as free as the detective industry.

Afterwards, Shade also handed over his business card.

Lawyer Laurel took it, looked at it and then raised his head in surprise:

"I just said that the last time I read the newspaper, I thought the photo looked familiar, and it also had Hamilton's last name. It turns out you were in the newspaper."

He smiled and did not say the title of "Rejed's Hamilton":

"I see, Mrs. Flamel, you have found the right person. This Hamilton detective is indeed very reliable."

After speaking to the somewhat confused middle-aged woman, she took the business card and put it into the breast pocket of her white shirt:

"Detective Hamilton of St. Teresa Square, I accept the business card. If I encounter a client in trouble in the future, I may ask you for help. After all, detectives and lawyers have a high possibility of cooperating."

Shake hands with Shade, and then politely say goodbye to Mrs. Flamel. Then he picks up his briefcase, puts his coat on his arm, and leaves here quite elegantly. This appearance looks completely different from the Rhodes player we met in the tavern last time.

Maybe people are addicted to Rhodes cards, but there are also many people who can reasonably control their own interests. In this noisy and crazy era, Rhodes, alcohol, cigarettes, and perhaps more things are tempting people to deviate from the normal life trajectory, but even ordinary people can rely on good self-discipline and habits to save themselves from Swallowed by darkness.

Probably this kind of person deserves a decent and prosperous life.