Whispering Verse

Shade didn't go out all Monday because of an eye problem. But just by chance, a client came to the door that afternoon.

Shade didn't want to drive away the client who had finally arrived at No. 6 Saint Teresa Square, so he found a pair of flat glasses in Detective Sparrow's bedroom to slightly block his eyes.

Detective Sparrow's eyesight is normal, so these glasses may also be a disguise.

The person who came to the door was Mrs. Morse, who lived west of Tobesk. She had recently experienced a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing is that her uncle passed away unfortunately and left her several local shops in Tobesk, which are worth about four figures in gold pounds. The bad news is that before she told her husband, Mr. Morse, she found out that Mr. Morse had a lover outside.

In order to prevent her inheritance from being divided by her husband and then used to support her lover, Mrs. Morse wanted to entrust a Hamilton detective who advertised in the "Steambird Daily" to investigate whether the lover existed and, if so, who she was. who.

This kind of commission about the investigation of cheating and lovers is what the former detective Sparrow Hamilton is best at, and Shade finally encountered it.

"Well, may I ask, do you need to worry about the operation of those shops? If you don't sell them, will they be enough to support you living alone in Tobesk?"

After understanding the basic situation, Xia De asked this question because he wanted to evaluate how much commission fee he should pay for this commission.

"The store doesn't require me to worry about it, I just need to check the accounts occasionally. As for the income, oh, detective, it's definitely not a problem to support a woman who lives alone and let her live a decent life."

The table between the two was covered with information brought by Mrs. Morse. She spoke sadly, still trapped in the grief of her husband's cheating.

But after answering this question, this middle-aged woman who suddenly became rich was suddenly stunned, and an expression of sudden realization appeared on her face with not very delicate makeup:

"Yes, since this inheritance is enough for me to live on, what else do I want from him?"

"Um?"

Shade looked up at the other person in surprise, and the pen in his hand that was writing on the notebook stopped.

"Yes, detective, you are absolutely right!"

An uncontrollable smile appeared on the middle-aged woman's face, and she suddenly became happy.

"Sorry, what did I say?"

"Detective, you are right. Since I have this inheritance, why do I still need that disloyal man?"

"Did I say that?"

Shade fell into doubts about his memory, and then looked at the cat lying next to him.

[No, you didn’t say that. 】

Although Mia can't speak, fortunately there is still "her".

"Yeah, maybe I should find a lawyer who's good at inheritance and divorce, not a detective."

The woman collected the information scattered on the table, then took out a few banknotes from her wallet and placed them on the coffee table:

"Detective, thank you so much. I'm so stupid. Why didn't I think of doing this? I have my inheritance, and he has his lover. This is really a happy situation for everyone!"

The banknotes on the coffee table were about three or four pounds. Even if it was a normal commission to investigate his mistress, Shade probably wouldn't accept so much.

"you"

He wanted to say that he didn't want to break up other people's marriages, but from the look on Mrs. Morse's face, it was clear that she had figured it out on her own.

This situation really made Shade not know what to say, so he could only give the business card of lawyer Locke Laurel, whom he met a month ago when he was dealing with the Le Maire estate case, and gave it to this man who seemed to be heading towards a new life. woman.

“While it’s a bit wrong to think this way, it would be great if every commission was this simple.”

This was Shade's thought when he was bidding farewell to his generous client downstairs.

On Tuesday, the problem with Shade's eyes was still unresolved. Star-like lights shone in his eyes, showing no sign of fading away. So, he could only use the eye shadow that Tifa sent, and because he didn't know how to use this cosmetic, he wasted ten minutes of the maid's time teaching him how to apply it.

Tifa was almost face to face, helping him apply eye shadow on his front. Although there was no physical contact between the two, Shade still blushed a little when looking at Tifa's face at such a close distance.

When he went to the Tobesk train station to see off Priest Augustus in the afternoon, Shade kept smearing his eyes before going out. As a result, not only ordinary people did not notice the abnormality, but even Priest August, who was proficient in potions, did not notice anything wrong with his eyes.

In this way, Xia De can finally feel at ease and participate in the rematch of the big city players normally tomorrow.

"Priest, how long will it take for you to arrive at Fort Midhill?"

Still on the platform of Tobesk railway station, Shade said his final farewell to the priest. There were two old local priests who were leaving with Priest Augustus, so the church organized a special farewell team, so the other three members of the group did not come, leaving Shade to represent them.

"We are taking a steam locomotive specially arranged by the church from the Kingdom, going directly from Tobesk to Fort Midhill. We may stop to change the locomotive, add some fuel, and replace the water and food in the car for about six or seven days. Time to reach Fort Midhill.”

The priest thought for a while and gave the answer.

In fact, in addition to the reasons for stopping given by the priest, long-distance steam train travel also needs to consider "train disease". It is a mental illness that occurs in passengers after taking trains for a long time due to the mental torture and pain caused by shaking and noise.

As steam trains and railroad tracks spread from the core cities of the Old World, people began to notice this strange disease. After the church confirmed that it had nothing to do with occultism, the intervention of psychiatrists effectively helped explain the "train sickness."

The straight-line distance between Fort Midhill and Tobesk is about 1,100 miles (about 1,770 kilometers), and the top speed of contemporary steam trains is 70km/h. Consider the parking time and consider that the tracks cannot be laid along the shortest distance. Therefore, even if it is a direct steam train, it would take about a week to go from Tobesk City, located in the northwest of the Old Continent, to Fort Midhill, located in the central-eastern part of the Old Continent.

"Then I wish you a smooth trip, and don't forget to send us a letter when you arrive."

Shade waved goodbye to Priest August, and then lowered his voice:

"If you have time, don't forget my sword."

The priest smiled and winked:

"Of course, but don't forget to clean up for me."

Priest August will probably not be back for most of the autumn, so his potions workshop will need someone to look after it. Among the four people in the group, Shade seemed the most at ease, and as a senior believer of Dawn Church, he had reason to be close to Dawn Square frequently, so the priest gave him the spare key.

"No problem, I wish you peace."

"Of course I will be safe with other people in the church. Besides, I also have friends there, whom I haven't seen in many years."

The priest said, and then talked with colleagues from Dawn Church who came to see him off.

Shade stood there, together with the nuns and priests from Dawn Church, watching the priests carrying their luggage and getting into the car. Then, just like the farewell to Captain Rades that day, the train carried Priest August away amidst the gushing steam and the sound of the whistle.

"By the time the priest comes back from Fort Midhill, it will probably be snowing season soon."

Shade thought to himself, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the station exit with the church people.

Somehow, he thought about the time two weeks ago when Professor Via Miral of the School of Astronomy performed a divination for a group of five people. The divination results of the other people were considered normal, while the divination results of Priest Augustus were "death".

"It should be fine"

He was thinking in his mind, looking back at the empty platform after the people who saw him off had left:

"Why did you suddenly think of this?"

He really couldn't understand.