Whispering Verse

"Who are you......"

The man in black robe also recognized Shade by his mask.

His condition at this time looked very bad. Although there were no obvious injuries on the outside, Shade could feel that the other party was mentally unstable. If he wasn't under the influence of a powerful relic, he was hit head-on by a mental attack like [Psychic Explosion].

“What does one plus one equal?”

Shade asked in a low voice.

"two."

"What is thirty-nine times three?"

Shade then asked, but the man actually retched. Relying on simple mathematics to determine whether the spirit is damaged is a highly respected method of mental assessment in the contemporary era. Of course, Shade is very sure that the opponent can answer this kind of question in his normal state. Ring Warlocks need a lot of knowledge of grammar, history and mathematics. Ring Warlocks who don't understand mathematics are not normal Ring Warlocks.

"Send me to the city. Once it's safe, I can give you a reward of 50 pounds."

Shade helped him step into the heavy fog outside the cemetery. The man gasped for breath, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he gave a figure that Shade could not refuse. Although Shade wanted to propose a deal on the slate, he was not sure what the identity of the man in front of him was in the [Apna Library], and this was obviously not a good place to discuss business, so he pulled the man up first, Then asked:

"I'm not here for your money, you have to believe this. Address?"

"No. 21, Ikem Street, in the university district of the city."

The man's voice was low when he spoke, and he looked breathless as if he was about to die. Of course, Xia De, who was supporting him, was very sure that the other party was healthy, but the mental loss was too great:

"What attacked you?"

Shade asked softly, and at the same time smelled the strong smell of ink on the other party at close range.

"The divine magic of the Peace Church - the ideological seal."

The magical arts of priests and believers of the [God of War and Peace] are always so interesting to outsiders, just like the dove bomb.

In order to avoid being hunted by the church, the two of them formed a large circle around the cemetery before daring to enter the city. After entering the city, he did not dare to hire a carriage immediately. Instead, he changed his clothes in the alley. This also allowed Shade to see the true appearance of the other party. He was a middle-aged man who looked very literary. His face was thin, almost to the point of death. Eyes that cannot be opened are gray.

But the man failed to see Shade's appearance clearly. He was too seriously injured.

After finding the carriage, it smoothly drove the two of them to Ikem Street in the University District in the dark. When getting off the bus, the man had to be supported by Sha De to stand still. Fortunately, Sha De had spilled some wine on him in advance, so the coachman only thought it was a drunken man being sent back by his companions. Home.

Ickham Street in the University District was quite familiar to Shade. One block away was Quill Street, where Dorothy rented a house. Ikem Street is also a common block in the University District with street-facing apartments on both sides. It is dark at night, and there are only a few windows with lights, which can still show an ambiguous light in the night fog.

Shade supported the gentleman and walked along the edge of the street where the street lights were not illuminated. After the two of them climbed the steps of No. 21, the man struggled with all his strength to knock on the door in front of him at a fixed rhythm. At this time, Shade had already put on his mask again.

After waiting for half a minute, vigilant footsteps came from behind the door - the footsteps that were deliberately lowered and slowed down were vigilant footsteps.

"who is it?"

There was a man's voice inside the door.

"it's me."

The man supported by Sha De squeezed out a voice from his throat:

"I was ambushed by the church, and the people the Priory sent to pick up the goods sent me back."

He was reminding the people inside the door that there was a stranger beside him. The people inside the door obviously understood, and Shade also understood.

Shade supported the man and said in a low voice to the door:

"This gentleman promised me a reward of fifty pounds."

"Yes sir, that's no problem."

The voice inside the door answered immediately.

Shade waited another 3 minutes and 17 seconds before hearing the sound of the anti-theft chain being removed from behind the door. Then the wall lamp outside the door was turned on, the door opened a small gap, and two people wearing black robes and masks stood inside the door.

In addition to them, there were people standing in the distance in the foyer corridor behind them, and people standing high up on the side stairs.

Shade didn't pay attention to this, but handed the person he was supporting to one of them. The latter carefully helped the unfortunate guy, who was almost completely unconscious, into the house.

It was naturally impossible for Shade to be invited in. Another tall man in black robe handed him an envelope. Shade pinched it and knew it was banknotes.

People here were obviously on guard against Shade. Shade smiled, stuffed the envelope into his coat pocket, and said in a dull voice behind the mask:

"Since I have helped you, can I say a few more words? I still have a deal I want to make with you. I wonder if you are interested in selling me a book?"

"trade?"

The man in black robe hesitated for a moment, holding the door with his right hand, leaving only the last gap:

"Of course it's okay if it's a serious business, but it's too late today. Come back at eight o'clock on Tuesday morning."

Of course it was an excuse because it was too late. Shade knew that the other party wanted to confirm what happened tonight. If the other party thinks there is a problem with his identity, I'm afraid this place will be empty on Tuesday:

"Sure, Tuesday morning at eight o'clock."

Shade nodded and turned around to leave without hesitation. The man inside the door held on to the door frame and watched him disappear into the night fog. He waited for a while before closing the door.

Shade walked alone in the fog, opened the envelope and counted the money with his head down. The sound of rattling could not travel too far in the fog. His fingers fiddled with the banknotes quite skillfully until he confirmed that it was fifty pounds, then he tore up the envelope and threw it into the alley aside.

"There shouldn't be something wrong with my perception just now, right?"

He held the stack of banknotes between his right index finger and thumb and swung it slightly in front of himself, feeling quite good.

[No problem, it is indeed him. 】

"It's really fun."

Shade raised the corners of his mouth and hurriedly turned into the alley where the gas lights were not lit.

In the dark alley, several wild cats were rummaging through the garbage piles beside the wall for food. Hearing footsteps, Wildcat turned to look at the stranger. Wild cats in the city are not easy to mess with at night. Outsiders have also seen news about wild cats hurting people, but they did not provoke Shade and just stood there and looked at him.

He casually took out a few grains of Mia's cat food and threw them over:

"One of the ring magicians who was guarding me in the house just now is actually an acquaintance. It's really unexpected. An academic spy, a real academic spy has appeared."

[It seems that your mission has been completed. 】

"Yes."

Shade, who was walking in a hurry, walked out of the alley, looked in the direction of Quill Street, and then continued walking eastward.

"Sir Lykins Pritchard, the 'Guiding Moon' who accompanied Princess Margaret to Tobesk, was actually in the house just now. He is a correspondence student at Serkses Higher Medical School and is now working with Apu People from the library are mixed together."

The other party was also on guard against him just now. Sir Prisha was not like a "guest" in that house, but he should also be one of the owners.

Shade expressed his conjecture in his mind. When he entered the area where the street lights were not illuminated, he reached into his pocket. When he reappeared, he had already changed into a coat.

His eyes were fixed on the next streetlight:

"It's just speculation at the moment. There must be conclusive evidence to confirm the identity of the other party. If Guiding Moon-Leggins Plisha is really an academic spy who infiltrated Serkses in the Apna Library, then no matter Whether it's the slate book I'm after, or his aura, I can easily get it... after all.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he turned and looked in the direction of No. 21 Ikem Street where he left just now:

"Sir Prisha, you don't want your identity to be exposed, right?"

On the way from the university district to Old John's pawn shop, Shade encountered no other accidents except for encountering two drunkards who were holding each other's back and vomiting while cursing the tax policy. Before entering the pawn shop, he opened the box again on the way and recorded the contents of the documents. Shade arrived a full fifty minutes late than the originally scheduled time, which made Old John understand that there must have been an accident during this mission.

Seeing Shade push through the door with his suitcase, the old man hurriedly walked out from behind the counter. He opened the door and looked around for a while, then motioned for Shade to put the suitcase on the counter.

Old John poured tea for Shade, and Shade talked about what happened in the cemetery. The old man listened with a serious face, and it wasn't until Shade talked about how he sent the injured man back to No. 21 Ikem Street that he spoke:

"Detective, although I know you are a good person, the reason why you are so kind to send him back tonight is not just for the money, right?"

"Yes, the Apna Library has what I want in its hands."

Shade nodded.

Old John put his hand on the suitcase:

"I can guarantee that the church laid an ambush in the cemetery in advance, and it was not us who revealed the secret. The Priory will ask the Apuna Library for an explanation of this matter. We can put pressure on them and ask them to try to satisfy your deal. This is compensation for you. Although we are an unknown organization of ring warlocks, we will never treat our friends badly. Treating friendship well is one of the important components of civilization."

Shade smiled:

"Okay, Father John, then you don't have to pay me any extra fees for the unexpected things that happen with this commission."

The old man also smiled and looked down at the suitcase:

"I know you are curious about the information in this, but I don't know if you have looked through him on the way. Detective, please remember, don't get involved easily in some things. If you do, be prepared for the worst."

The old man, who had always had the temper of a child, now had a twinkling look in his eyes and a somewhat serious expression:

"The Psalms and the Chosen Ones are no joke."

Shade reached out and knocked on the counter table:

"I understand, Father John. Since I have a way to know about [Guiding Light Hermitage], I naturally have my own methods and methods. Don't worry, at least I'm not a member of the evil camp."

"No one should think they are evil..."

He opened the suitcase and looked through the papers inside. The content inside is the fragments, translations and speculations of the poems of the [Apna Library] about the chosen ones of wisdom and knowledge. In addition to the already known "Schluch Lake" and "Wise Man's Pyroxene", the most valuable part to Shade is that the fragment clearly states that this ceremony of the chosen one needs to be held on the water.

"...but I believe you are not evil."

"Why? Do you think I am an upright and kind person?"

Shade asked with a smile, and the old man shook his head:

"Schneider never misjudges people, and sometimes I feel that you are a fellow traveler with us. Although there is no evidence, but you just think of it as the wisdom of the elderly - I think you are also thinking about this. Working hard for the continuation of civilization. Do you still remember what we talked about about civilization? I run this pawn shop to get closer to our civilization, the civilization of the sixth era, and human civilization. This is the real Enlightenment...we are transmitting light, you are transmitting fire, that's pretty much what it means."

Shade had no idea what Father John meant.

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