In the afternoon, 3:05.
Female reporter Rebi Lund walked out of the rental apartment with a tired look on her face.
Her legs were trembling a little, so she slowly moved to the lamppost and rested on her legs.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her face, and her dull eyes were filled with deep shame and confusion.
"Big appetite..."
Rebi turned around and looked at the living room window on the third floor depressedly.
Originally, after the interview, she thought it would be a wonderful encounter, but the blond young man was indifferent to the hint and actually drove him to the kitchen.
After holding back his shame and anger and cooking a table full of food, the other party actually ate all the food like a storm.
In desperation, Rebi had to go into the kitchen again and work again. He was so tired that his clothes were soaked, and the other party reluctantly expressed that he was full.
Then, he politely sent her out...
Rebi took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and staggered towards the newspaper office.
She comforted herself that it was not like she had gained nothing today, at least she had obtained detailed reporting information.
"If you don't eat whatever is delivered to your door, it must be 'given'."
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When night fell, Gilan went to South Muse again.
However, the big and small gangs there were too scared to engage in the bootlegging business, so he only caught two small thieves who were reselling bootlegging.
After throwing the two people to the police station, Gilan returned disappointed.
It was already late at night when we returned to the rental apartment.
As soon as he opened the door, he found an envelope on the floor.
I picked it up and opened it and saw that it was from Miss Dadeier.
The content of the letter was brief: I made an appointment to meet him at Central Triumph District's "Empire Square" at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I mainly wanted to discuss "exorcism" with him.
Gilan read the letter and then remembered that she had promised the other party that she would help solve the mysterious incidents involving her best friends when she was free.
"Well..." he pondered.
Although there are still 3000 Caesar of funds on hand, refining a new batch of "Green Gunpowder" and "Wick Potion" still requires a large sum of money. Not to mention the "True Film Reel" that has been agreed with White Sage, priced at 800 Caesar.
"Then let's go and have a look tomorrow."
Gilan Whisperer.
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The next morning.
Gilan got up on time at six o'clock as usual. After some practice, he washed up and had breakfast. He went out at about 8:40.
It was already half past nine when we arrived at Empire Square by taxi.
He paid the fare and tip and got off the bus.
Holding the brim of his hat, he went straight up the steps of the square.
As Gilan walked, he looked up at the towering and spectacular Führer Statue on Empire Square.
Under the morning sunlight, its entire body is as white as jade, standing like a giant. At this time, there are several circles of scaffolding erected around this giant statue, and countless craftsmen are working on it, busy working on it.
The tinkling sound is endless.
Gilan It can be clearly seen that Führer Statue is empty except for the head, the outline of the body is clear, and even the folds of the military coat are very detailed.
Führer Statue stands upright and crosses his arms in front of his chest, giving him a leadership look.
Along the way, Gilan saw many carriages pulling tools and stone materials passing by. Teams of people and horses shuttled back and forth, but in an orderly manner.
There are also several teams of police officers on patrol, controlling order nearby and screening the approaching crowds to prevent criminals from damaging Führer Statue.
Some gentlemen and ladies were walking and chatting by the flower beds outside, while others stopped to watch the wonder that was about to be built and pay their respects.
"Mr. Gilan!"
Not far ahead, a beautiful female voice came.
When he looked up, he saw that it was Miss Dadeier in a white dress.
She was dressed a little more lively today, wearing a hat embroidered with yellow chrysanthemums, and her long pale golden hair still fell like a waterfall.
"Miss Dadeier, good morning."
Gilan greeted him and took off his hat.
Miss Dadeier also raised her skirt politely, returned the gift with a smile, and said:
"Good morning. I asked you to come here today because I wanted to take a look at the wonder that is about to be built... You won't mind, right?"
Gilan shook his head.
He and Miss Dadeier were walking side by side on the lawn between the flower beds like a couple on a date.
"What I talked about with Mr. Gilan last time, there have been some bad changes recently, so I wrote you a letter..."
Miss Dadeier smoothed her hair and whispered.
"Among my best friends, there is an aristocratic lady who stayed away from home the day and night before. She only came home disheveled yesterday morning... not many people know about this yet, but I think the matter is already very serious."
"Yeah." Gilan nodded. "So you want me to take action as soon as possible to help that lady eliminate the mysterious influence?"
"Yes, Mr. Gilan."
Miss Dadeier nodded seriously and sighed again.
"If this continues, she might..."
As she spoke, she shook her head again.
Gilan guessed that the young lady Dadeier mentioned had probably been completely cursed by the "prayer ceremony" and was completely obsessed with a certain person of the opposite sex and was manipulated by him.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have done something unusual like staying out all night. After all, a noble lady who is not yet married is not allowed to do this.
According to the extreme nature of "Dawn Golden Bough", it is very likely that the young lady will be completely indulged and eventually become a depraved slut.
"Then I'll go with you later."
Gilan thought for a while and said.
"Thank you." Dadeier smiled slightly and agreed happily.
Seeing that Gilan accepted the request, she began to tell the details of the noble lady. In fact, the situation was similar to that of Osara. She also suddenly changed her temperament after meeting someone of the opposite sex whom she had not known for a long time.
But what is different from Osara is that the noble lady is inexplicably attracted to the son of a "Imperial Lower House" congressman.
The center of imperial power, in addition to various major departments, is the "Upper House" controlled by the head of state, and the "House of Commons" elected through elections.
Proposals from state parliaments are often submitted to the House of Commons for discussion and then to Upper House for voting.
The actual purpose is to show it to the head of state Caesar.
Only with his approval can it be implemented.
The House of Commons is located at Triumph District. The chamber and office area occupy the first to fifth floors of "Triumph Building". Its political status is not low.
Therefore, the aristocratic lady's relationship with the son of a member of the House of Commons seems to be a "well-matched match"...
But the man turned out to be an extremely fat and ugly guy.
This is not surprising.
The problem is that this guy is a well-known waste in the circle. He is basically among the younger generation in the circle, and few people want to associate with him.
"Before I came here, I got news that Aruka sneaked out of the house again..."
Miss Dadeier said in a deep voice.
"Aruka" is the completely fallen noble lady in her mouth, the eldest daughter of the Baron Raymond family.
"Her family and several good friends are very anxious. After asking around, I found out that the guy Brady seemed to have prepared a private drinking party and invited several of his friends to join him."
"Aruka is probably going to a drinking party."
"We have made an appointment to rescue her together... There may be a conflict over this matter. I need to ask Mr. Gilan to help take care of her later."
Miss Dadeier requested.
"Wine party?" Gilan raised an eyebrow. "Of course it's no problem, I like wine party."
Hearing this, the beautiful noble lady couldn't help but be startled.
She quickly thought of the news she had seen recently and opened her mouth slightly in surprise.
"Mr. Gilan, you don't want to..."
"Just eliminating the mysterious influence on Miss Aruka may not be enough. There is no guarantee that the other party will not attack her or other ladies again... The best way is of course to avoid future troubles."
Gilan grinned.