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"Qilingus? That notorious pirate? He was actually in Backlund?"

The Arbiter seemed to know of Qilingus too. Surprise was written all over Cromwell's face.

Sifa was surprised as well. At Monday's Tarot Club meeting, Miss Justice and the Hanged Man had exchanged information about the pirate. From the sound of it, they had been planning to deal with Qilingus.

It had only been a few days, and Vice Admiral Hurricane was already dead?

I wonder who killed him.

Could it have been someone from the Tarot Club?

Just then, Sifa saw a petite figure rush over to the newsboy and buy a newspaper.

It was a girl, her coarse blond hair gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight.

Sifa took a closer look. Sure enough, it was Miss Priceless, who had shown him the way on Tuesday night.

He was about to greet her when he noticed another woman beside her.

The woman looked about twenty-three or twenty-four and stood roughly a hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall. She wore a pale yellow, high-collared dress trimmed with ruffles. Her slightly curly brown hair fell over her shoulders and down her back, and her pale blue eyes held a hint of innate languor.

Wasn't that...

Wasn't that Forn, the author of Wuthering Heights?

Was she a friend of Miss Priceless?

While Sifa was trying to think of a way to approach them and strike up a conversation, the two ladies hurried off again with their newspaper.

Beside him, Cromwell gave him a puzzled look. "Duke, do you know those two ladies?"

"More or less."

Sifa smiled. "The blond girl showed me the way last night. I was just about to thank her, but I didn't expect her to leave so quickly."

"Oh, right."

Sifa cleared his throat. "If I wanted to find someone, what