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That afternoon, beneath bright sunshine, Sifa stood before the porch in formal attire and a top hat, pulling the doorbell beside the entrance.
Following his plan, he had set out at two in the afternoon after lunch and a brief rest, coming here to visit Jane Britney's grandson, Mr. Hardybrook.
After ringing three times, Sifa stepped back two paces with a smile on his face.
He intended to continue using his identity as a reporter, opening with a story related to the Black Star to see whether he could pry any useful information from the old gentleman.
It would be even better if he could obtain Mr. Hadi's hair, or even blood. He could use those things for a bizarre version of DNA testing—divination!
He could divine whether Mr. Hadi was related to Marnia. Of course, he would need a real Seer to help with that, such as Caven.
In any case, he had no confidence in doing it himself.
A minute soon passed, yet there was still no sign of the door opening.
Sifa frowned slightly. Was Mr. Hadi still taking an afternoon nap? Just as he hesitated between continuing to wait and leaving for the time being, the door of the house next door opened. An old woman walked out and opened her mailbox.
Upon seeing Sifa, she gave him a curious once-over before asking, "Young man, are you looking for Hardy?"
"Yes, ma'am. I've rung the bell, but Mr. Hadi appears to still be taking his afternoon nap."
The old woman curled her lip. "An afternoon nap? Ha, if Hardy took afternoon naps, I'd be praising the Goddess."
As she spoke, the old woman habitually tapped her chest four times before continuing, "That old man Hardy has far