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After Richard left, Sifa took out his pocket watch. Only when it was around 8:30 did he leave his room, holding the Cane of Resentment as he strolled into the dining room.

He spent the day following a very regular routine.

After finishing breakfast at 9:30, he went out onto the deck to enjoy the breeze and gaze at the sea.

At 10:30, he returned to his room, read a magazine, then meditated.

At noon sharp, he appeared in the dining room and spent over an hour on lunch.

At 3:30 in the afternoon, he rented a set of fishing gear and used it to fish in a quiet spot at the stern, whiling away the time.

At seven in the evening, he appeared in the dining room again. He finished dinner around eight, then returned to his room.

And just like that, the day passed.

Back in his room, Sifa lit the gas lamp and spotted a sheet of paper lying on the table beside the window. Without betraying any reaction, he picked it up and read it by the lamplight.

The writing on the paper was as elegant as musical notes, just as before. Its contents concerned the request Sifa had made that morning.

"The two people you wanted investigated have nothing to do with your situation. Here are the details."

"That rude man who ties his flaxen hair into a braid is named Glade. He's staying in third class, room 3102. He's a bodyguard, but after recently beating up his employer, he not only lost his job but also had to pay a substantial penalty for breaching his contract. He sold off his property and barely managed to cover the penalty, but nobody in the area is willing to hire him anymore."

"The hot-tempered Glade had no