Whispering Verse

"Detective, you are lucky. If I hadn't happened to have this relic in my hand, this transaction probably wouldn't have been so smooth. After all, for a weak ring warlock, too mysterious knowledge and too powerful weapons are equally important. Danger... Detective, I won’t care about the Dark Box anymore. Happy cooperation."

The lady at the door seemed to be saying goodbye.

Shade closed the ring box and took it from the maid. When the maid walked towards the door again, he did not say goodbye and left. Instead, he straightened his mood and said loudly:

"Ma'am, I don't know if I have the honor to know your identity."

"You don't have this honor for the time being."

The woman spoke very directly, and Shade seemed to hear the black-haired maid who was pushing the door accidentally laugh.

"I know what you are worried about. Now that I know your identity and your appearance, I can naturally find out your address and the identity of the correspondence magician who is in the same group with you... But so what? , the most important thing for a correspondence magician is not to let the church know his identity, so do you think I am a member of the church?"

Just like the woman thinks that Shade is not a devout believer of the righteous gods, Shade also does not think that the other party is a devout believer:

"You can tell the Correspondence Ring Warlocks in your group what happened tonight. They will naturally know the rules of this city. Of course you can also tell us about our transaction. Do you have any questions?"

She was probably in a good mood now, even though she was a little unhappy at first, because she got the information from Shade.

"Your presence here tonight..."

"Of course it's not for you. It was just an accident that I met you. I showed up at this shameful place tonight because I heard that the club has a very rare Rhodes card in its collection."

"I wonder which series it is?"

"It doesn't matter anymore, it's a fake Rhodes card."

"That's unlucky... Goodbye then, madam, and may you be able to touch that statue of the old god soon."

This is to remind the other party to find it as soon as possible, so as not to give [Mercury Blood] time to transfer, so that they can't find the statue and blame Shade.

"Goodbye then, detective... Speaking of which, I really admire a young man like you. When the relic went out of control just now, your response was very good. Most first-level warlocks don't behave like you.

If you need anything, you can contact me through this club. But you know, all gifts have rewards. "

"Yes ma'am, have a great night."

Shade clutched the ring box and turned around to leave, but when he was at the door, he suddenly looked back at the ajar door:

"Madam, regarding the [Dark Box]..."

"A rare relic of the Third Age. The relics are made from the accumulation of resentment and hatred at the end of the era, so don't be suspicious of what you hear.

The Fifth Age is the era of witches. The war between the last thirteen witch emperors almost led to terrifying existences outside the material world;

The Fourth Age is an era of darkness and chaos. Darkness covers the earth, and strange things are rampant in the material world;

In the Third Age, alien races coexisted with humans, but at the same time, terrifying and strange humanoid creatures occupied most of the material world. They were evil spirits born in whispers. Human beings and other normal life forms live in a corner and protect each other. "

She said no more, and Shade bowed slightly to express his gratitude for the free knowledge, and then walked out of the door.

The maid outside the door was waiting for Shade and led him from the third floor to the stairs on the first floor. Shade met a dejected little Franklin there, and the two left the club together.

After returning from the noisy indoors to the mist-shrouded streets on a summer night, my depressed mood improved a lot.

Shade was still immersed in the series of events just now, recalling the moment when his fingers bloomed with light, and thinking about the details of the transaction.

Therefore, the two of them did not talk too much along the way. They walked along the street with gas street lights and walked towards the apartment rented by the Franklin family in the quiet night.

But when he was about to reach his destination, little Franklin suddenly turned around and ran after stepping into the shadow of the sign of the antique store on the street that was not illuminated by the gas street lamp. Shade, who was well prepared, immediately chased after him. The two of them didn't even run half a street when little Franklin was kicked down by the detective's boots behind him:

"Who did my father find this time? Have you practiced long-distance running? Are you going to participate in the Tobesk Youth Games? Where is the detective from last time?"

He was panting as Shade clasped his hands behind his back. His voice was hoarse and he kept asking questions. At the same time, he didn't want to break away. The young man was not good at running.

"You still want to run. Weren't you caught by the detective last time? Uncle Sparrow died and I took over his job, but I have never practiced long-distance running."

Shade felt the power in this body. Not only was it a ring warlock, the quality of the body itself was quite good. I don’t know how Detective Sparrow spent several months to make the homeless man look like this.

As for pretending to be someone else's nephew, it actually doesn't matter. After all, Shade really inherited all the detective's inheritance.

"Dead? The guy who put a gun to my head and asked me to leave the gambling table is dead?"

Little Franklin was a little surprised, but his tone was full of joy:

"It would be nice for that kind of evil person to die."

But according to the commission records left by the detectives that Shade found, he took away little Franklin twice from underground casinos and clubs in the slums, both with the power of words. Detective Sparrow Hamilton described himself as that kind of person. A person who is full of charm and very good at persuading others.

"It seems that his records cannot be fully trusted...but he did have a gun...and threw it away? Or was it hidden but I didn't find it?"

"Speaking of which, how about you let me go? I'll give you more gold pounds if I win the bet."

Little Franklin still wanted to break free.

"I feel so sorry for your father."

"Come on, you came to arrest me for the money."

The young gambler sneered. He was expecting the detective's verbal counterattack. Unexpectedly, the detective nodded:

"Yes, of course gold pounds are important too. Otherwise, why would I come to catch you when I'm not at home with the gas lamp on to take care of your lovely cat in a thick foggy night?"

Although there was an accident in the club, at least the process of submitting the commission and getting paid was smooth. The Franklins did not embarrass their son, and Shade just received half a pound of payment at the door and two pounds of casino debt paid in advance, and left directly.

Before leaving, he saw little Franklin in the house and made vicious gestures to him. Shade was not angry, but he really felt sorry for Mr. Franklin.

"Every era and every family has its own story. I'd better take care of myself first."

He walked into the long night with his hands in his pockets, saying goodbye to his first official employer.

It was already dark, and the detective who was in embarrassment for his wallet still did not take the carriage, but returned home on foot. He must raise 10 pounds within a month. Even if the relics at home can be pawned, he must develop the habit of being stingy.

Therefore, it was already late at night when I got home. When I left the hazy and foggy outdoors and climbed up the dim stairs, I felt extremely lonely and lonely. After entering the door, I was originally worried that the orange cat "Little Mia" would urinate everywhere, but fortunately, it was very obedient and left "traces" on the pile of sand prepared by Shade before going out in the corner of the balcony.

As for the cat itself, it rushed over to the tired detective when he opened the door, grabbed his trousers and let him hug him, extremely excited about Shade's return. This made Xia De, who had walked alone for several hours at night, feel particularly moved and warm in his heart.

"Even if your master doesn't come to pick you up, I will adopt you."

"Meow~"

He said after picking up this very well-behaved cat. The orange cat Mia rubbed her soft little head against Shade's chest to express her love for him. The detective then made a makeshift nest for little Mia in his bedroom, using a blanket on his desk.

The night was already dark, so I stopped studying the [Vampire Ring], but even though I slept very late that night, I woke up on time at around six o'clock the next day, and I didn't feel sleepy at all.

The goat milk ordered yesterday was delivered together with milk and newspapers. Shade had breakfast with the well-behaved orange cat Mia for the first time in this house and made plans for today's trip.

Today is Tuesday, and I don’t need to see Dr. Schneider until tomorrow, but for the note I left yesterday, I definitely have to go to the doctor.

Yesterday, two commissions were completed in one day, which also gave Xia De a lot of confidence in taking over the firm's business.

But today he did not plan to deal with the cases left by the former detective. After returning from the doctor, he planned to carefully check the house, look for the pistol, and continue to read the doctor's handwriting and past commission records, and study his own spiritual runes.

It was still little Mia who stayed to look after the house. Shade took the relic [Vampire Ring] with him and walked through the city in the thin mist.

The process of walking from the center of Tobesk to the doctor's clinic in the east district of the city took him several hours in the morning, but the unique scenery and European architectural style of the unfamiliar steam era made Shade very novel.

Along the beautiful Röntgen Avenue in the wealthy district, when he saw a four-wheeled carriage parked outside the psychological clinic and a gentleman in a black top hat getting off the carriage, Shade was still worried about whether the doctor would come back.

Fortunately, the few hours of travel were not in vain. The blue-eyed doctor came back, but he looked quite troubled when he received Shade.

Shade remembered that Miss Louisa said that his luck was usually very bad, and he also encountered trouble this time:

"So I have always hated dealing with nobles. If it can be treated, they will not take the psychological problem seriously; if it cannot be treated, they will think that there is something wrong with my level.

There is a big problem with bulimia this time. The lady may have hidden some secrets that she doesn't want to tell. People always don't trust doctors...Xia De, if you encounter a commission from a noble, you will definitely be able to understand me. It means...please sit down, I saw your note, but what exactly is it? "