Whispering Verse

As for Shade's neighbor on the other side, that is, the neighbor at No. 7 Saint Teresa Square, unfortunately he was not at home when Shade was about to visit.

Shade saw from the information left by Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the neighbors of No. 5, and Detective Sparrow that the resident of No. 7 was a researcher at the Steam Machinery Equipment Research Institute of the Kingdom Army, and the house was inherited from relatives.

But because he travels on business all year round, the old gentleman only comes back to stay for a while every winter. And since he wasn't at home, Shade didn't have to ask for advice.

"The neighbors on both sides are retired senior civil servants from the Kingdom and Detective Sparrow, a researcher who studies steam mechanical weapons. He really knows how to find a place to live."

Although Sparrow Hamilton has been laid to rest in a foreign land, the man's story still affects Shad.

On Tuesday, the maintenance work at No. 6 Saint Teresa Square officially began. Because the first and third floors were being renovated, it was difficult for Shade to read at home with people coming and going.

So he went out early in the morning, naturally taking the cat with him. Shade was worried about leaving it at home.

There are a lot of things to do today, and the first stop is to visit Luvia at the Prophet's Association.

Luvia was recently investigating the out-of-control darkness outside the city. She was probably very busy, so when she saw her, the purple-eyed girl looked sleepy.

"Good morning, Shade, I heard that your home is being renovated? Yesterday, the news that a convoy transporting furniture almost blocked the east exit of Saint Teresa Square has spread throughout the association. The receptionist ladies on the first floor are all guessing. Forget it, it’s not a big deal. Is there anything going on today? If you want to ask about the news about Darkness, I haven’t heard about it yet. The angel-level relic that is out of control outside the city, I only found the specific name is [Dark Domain], However, there are already ideas for further investigation.”

"No, no, I want to ask you about a male prophet who lived in the Fifth Age."

Shade explained.

"Fifth Era? Is it your time key?"

Luvia asked, shaking the spoon in her tea cup.

"Yes, although I'm not sure if the other person is from the Prophet's Association, I can only try my luck. Male, probably lived around 1784 of the Fifth Era."

Luvia smiled:

"Look, your time adventure is indeed in trouble again. Shade, keep talking, this information is not enough."

"His hometown is in the Eastern Continent of the Fifth Age material world. His name is Sledge Riddle, and the god he believes in [Mr. Huan] seems to be an ancient god as well."

"oh?"

The smile on Luvia's face disappeared and turned into a look of surprise. Seeing her look like this, Shade knew that Luvia knew this name.

Stroking little Mia on the table who was starting to feel sleepy after breakfast, Shade asked with a smile:

"You know? That's great. I thought I would have to look for it for a long time. Is this a former member of the Prophet's Association?"

"Yes, of course he is a member of the Prophet's Association. Isn't it obvious? Shade, look, what is this?"

She pointed to her chest, and Shade looked at it seriously. No one spoke for a while, until Luvia suddenly blushed and asked:

"What are you looking at?"

"Yeah, that's where you pointed."

"I want you to see this!"

She patted the Ouroboros brooch on her chest, which only the staff of the Prophet Association were qualified to wear.

"Xia De, what is the pattern of the [Foundation·Destiny] oil painting on the first floor? What is the pattern of this brooch? Who is Mr. Huan?"

Only then did Sha De suddenly realize:

"The pattern of [Origin·Destiny] is ouroboros, the logo of the Prophets Association is ouroboros, and Mr. Huan is ouroboros! The fortune tellers of the Prophets Association are followers of the ancient god of destiny, ouroboros?"

"No, no, only a small number of ring magicians in the association believe in that ancient god. The association is not a church, although we require that every president must be a believer of that gentleman."

Luvia corrected, but did not talk more about this topic:

"Continue to talk about the Mr. Riddle you met. This man is not only a member of the association, but also has some connections with you."

Luvia said cautiously.

"And me?"

"Shade, I mentioned him to you before, but I didn't name him at that time. The secrets of this fifth-era diviner are strictly kept by the association. He has experienced many things and directly affected The development of the Sixth Age Prophet Association.”

"Have you ever mentioned him? Influenced the development of the Sixth Age Association? Sorry, who was it?"

Shade was a little curious. He didn't remember Luvia mentioning the male diviners of the Fifth Age to him.

"That conversation happened at your house, and I told you about the [Wanxiang Impermanence Card]."

Luvia prompted, seeing Shade frowning and thinking, she gave the answer:

"Sledge Riddle, an ancient prophet who lived in the early Fifth Age. The Association accidentally obtained an Impermanent Card hundreds of years ago. When looking for relevant records, in the deepest part of the file library, Mr. Riddle left In the information, another card was discovered, as well as the description and playing rules of the [All Things Impermanence Card]. The association therefore knew the secret of the All Things Impermanence. Based on these information, Mr. Rhodes, the president of the association at the time, transformed and developed the present The Rhodes card system."

Shade took a breath:

"So, without Mr. Riddle, there would be no Rhodes?"

"It can be said like this."

Luvia nodded while holding the tea cup. She was used to drinking an extra cup of morning tea after breakfast:

"Although Mr. Riddle is just an ordinary person, the manuscripts and materials he left behind have already played a big role in the association before [Everything Is Impermanent]. This gentleman has experienced countless things in his life, but he has successfully escaped . As an ordinary person, he studied demons, angels, evil spirits and relics. Although this inevitably caused him to become insane in his later years and ended his life by suicide, his research results in philosophy and occultism influenced Countless people from the association.”

Luvia said to Shade with emotion:

"Although the association has changed many times and some data has been lost, if it is Mr. Riddle who lived around 1784 in the Fifth Age, then it can only be him. After all, there are not many outstanding men in the Fifth Age. I really envy you. Ah, Shade, such an outstanding prophet, it would definitely be of great benefit to me if I could meet him."

"So, I can only know his information from the Prophet Association?"

"Of course, outside the association, this gentleman was just an unknown man of his time."

Luvia said it for sure.

"So Luvia, can you help me retrieve the information? I need at least eight paragraphs of information about the dangers this gentleman has experienced or the great achievements he has achieved."

Luvia showed a somewhat embarrassed expression:

"Xia De, that gentleman's information is classified as top secret. With my authority, I will try to apply to the headquarters for access, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to give you an immediate reply. It may take a week, or even half a month."

"It doesn't matter, I can wait, as long as there is direction."

Shade didn't care about this. This time the investigation was at least smoother than the previous two.

He also did not forget to add:

"If there is really nothing I can do, I will think of other ways. In short, you don't have to be too embarrassed."

"If I can help you, it won't be a problem at all."

She said softly, and then saw the expression on Shade's face with satisfaction:

"Contacting scholars from the Fifth Age is a precious opportunity. Before you travel through time next time, you can think of asking that knowledgeable gentleman some questions. Perhaps, some of the answers you have been seeking can be solved by Simply ask and get.”

"I see."

Before the two parted ways, probably due to the influence of flesh and blood, Shade once again thought of the passionate kiss under the moonlight last night. But neither Shade nor Luvia took the initiative to talk about what happened under the moonlight.

This is a kind of tacit understanding, a tacit understanding of hazy feelings. Shade understands his thoughts very well, especially after witnessing [Desire] underground at Aurora Manor, he knows more clearly what he wants; and Luvia, who left like she was running away last night, also understands herself very well What exactly do you want.

They're going to keep going, that won't change, so that's enough, there's no need for more doubts and certainty.

"Luvia, I'm going to Coldwater Port to buy some materials and try a ritual to enhance time perception. If there is any new information about Mr. Riddle's information, remember to tell me as soon as possible. Oh, you look exhausted. Don’t forget to rest.”

Standing up, Shade was ready to leave.

"Compared to what you did in Coldwater Harbor for two weeks, I'm not tired."

She stood up and prepared to see Shade off.

"Oh, by the way, Luvia, what's your middle name?"

Shade, who was about to leave, suddenly asked.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

The girl with purple eyes lifted her hair from her ears, her short shawl hair swaying slightly as she stood up.

"It just occurred to me that during exam week, I learned that your middle name is the letter F, but what is it specifically?"

The full name will only be mentioned in very serious occasions and serious conversation situations, while asking for the middle name is a relatively private act in this era. Luvia's face turned slightly red and she blinked:

"Fiocchi."

She spoke in standard Delarian Common and in an operatic accent:

"Luvia Future Anita."

Shade nodded:

"I remember it, the name is very good."

"Thanks."

Standing on tiptoes, she kissed the side of Shade's face. The girl with purple eyes clasped her hands behind her back, smiled and took a few steps back to stand in the morning light in front of the window:

"Go about your business, and don't forget your cat. If you leave it behind, I will kidnap it."

"This is not my cat just yet."

Shade emphasized again, waving to Mia, and the orange cat quickly jumped from the table to his palm, and then moved along his arm to his shoulder.

"Wish you luck today, Luvia."

"Wish you luck today, Shade."