Mr. Green set down his pen and looked Shade over from head to toe across the counter, unable to believe it.
"Remarkable. That lady has always been cold toward men. It seems you truly do have something extraordinary about you. Yes, there is a way to contact her. She is one of our regular customers. If you need her, you can leave her a letter. Every day, this lady sends someone to deliver a letter informing us of her progress in searching for the keys. When the time comes, you can have the messenger take your letter back to her."
He and his elder sister, Lady Helena Green, were both very respectful toward Megan. What had been revealed now indicated that their relationship with Megan was even closer than Shade had imagined.
Haven't you already begun to suspect that they are the two remaining ordinary people of the sixth generation, the grandchildren of Maria Edwards, the youngest daughter of the third generation?
"She" murmured gently. Shade nodded.
"Alright, I'll write the letter now."
Shade borrowed some paper and a pen, mentioning the Water Ghost, the Grave Robbers, and Rotten Eye Barry in the letter. Since Paradise Island Pharmaceuticals had considerable influence locally, he could naturally borrow the strength of the Witch Followers to gather information.
As for the owner of that fountain pen, the mysterious Durut Giles whose identity was unknown, Shade would need to investigate through other channels.
In fact, learning Durut Giles's identity proved far simpler than Shade had expected. It happened the next day, Saturday morning. Shade had not originally planned to return to the Green Lake Region today, since he still had a very important "division of spoils meeting" in the afternoon.
But early in the morning, Leisha sent him a letter asking him to go