Night of the full moon

Thinking of his heavy debts, he sighed and asked:

What commission?

Lorry's gaze flickered slightly before settling on the stage. He said softly, "Investigate the actress who plays Juliet's Maid."

Hugh glanced at Fors and asked in a low voice:

Why investigate her?

"Do you investigate this thoroughly when you take on other cases?" Lorry chuckled teasingly, then said seriously, "I suspect she has something going on."

He paused briefly, glanced at the Spectator to his left and right, then leaned slightly closer to the two ladies and spoke in a voice that could only be heard by the three of them:

"She might be connected to the mastermind behind the Catastrophe a few days ago."

Hugh squinted. "Altair?"

Actually, the Newspaper didn't mention this person, but as a well-known Bounty Hunter in the East Borough, she naturally had enough information channels to get to the Truth.

"Hmm." Lorry nodded slightly.

Fors glanced at Lorry across Hugh, her eyes full of inquiry.

It seems to be asking:

Why did we ask Hugh to do this?

Lorry looked at him with reassurance, offering no explanation for the moment, and continued, "Hugh, are you willing to accept this commission?"

Hugh hesitated for half a minute, scratching his rough blond hair with a troubled expression. He was clearly tempted, but also worried about the risks involved.

She instinctively glanced at her roommate next to her.

Fors spoke up irritably:

"Don't look at me, this is your own business, I won't comment."

She glanced at Lorry and continued:

"But as a friend, I don't recommend you do that. Ultimately, it's your decision; you don't need to consider my perspective."

"Well..." Xiu hesitated, "Can I give it a try?"

"Of course," Lorry readily agreed, "If you feel it's dangerous, you can withdraw at any time, and the deposit won't be refunded."

"How about one hundred pounds? You can decide the final payment amount based on the situation later."

One hundred pounds... Hugh no longer hesitated, nodding quickly and forcefully, immersed in the joy of soon paying off Viscount Glaint's debt.

The three then focused on watching the play until it ended.

Hugh is a very decisive person. Once he decided to try the commission, he immediately said goodbye to the two men and headed to the back door to wait for the target to appear.

Meanwhile, outside the main gate.

Lorry glanced sideways at Fors, who was walking silently, and sighed, "You seem a little angry, because of that commission?"

Fors grunted in response, then abruptly stopped and turned around, his gaze intense.

Lorry quickly surveyed the surroundings, confirming that it was just the two of them, and then asked, "The reason you're angry is that you think it might pose a risk to Hugh?"

"My deliberate attempt to lure her with Pound involved a significant element of exploitation."

Fors gave him a knowing look.

Seeing this, Lorry couldn't help but laugh:

Fors, you're overthinking it...

"Although I know that Hugh has always had a grudge against me, I won't hurt her on purpose, for your sake."

"To be honest, investigating Beyoncé does carry considerable risk, but that applies to other people, not you and Hugh."

--Miles revealed a lot of useful information before he died.

One of them was that Altair had repeatedly warned him never to provoke Fors and Hugh, lest he incur the hostility of another great being.

Fors frowned, sensing that Lorry's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

She looked thoughtful, her gaze somewhat dazed.

Lorry shrugged and said in a low, cheerful tone:

"Altair's power comes from the grace of Evil God, and this Evil God does not wish to offend the God who provides protection for you and Hugh."

God? Fors's eyes flickered; he desperately wanted to get to the bottom of things.

Is the God he speaks of Mr. Fool? Is he truly Mr. Fool's Blessed, the Gentleman Thief "Black Emperor"?

But when she thought of the figure Above the Gray Fog, and the fact that the other party was suspected to be an ancient God, she forcibly suppressed her emotions.

Fors quickly Calmness down and gave Lorry a deep look. "Fors, what if it's a misunderstanding? No one can withstand His wrath..."

She decided that she would ask Mr. Fool herself at the next full moon.

"Not angry anymore?" Lorry asked with a light laugh, then continued without waiting for an answer, "Let's find a quiet place to get something to eat?"

They set off at five o'clock and hadn't had time to solve their dinner problem yet.

Fors nodded slightly:

"Good."

"How about the Loen dish?" Lorry thought for a moment, seeking the lady's opinion. "I remember you mentioned that you've been practicing making desserts lately."

"And they're easier to pack, you can bring some for Hugh."

"She always claims she doesn't like sweets, but she always eats more than anyone else." Fors quipped, nodding in agreement.

"Okay, whatever you say."

After taking Fors home, Lorry returned to the Factory District by Hired Carriage.

He rarely had a few days of peace, yet he remained busy.

First, on Tuesday, Joe and the workers returned to the Posner Face Mask Factory around 2 p. m. after completing the official investigation.

A significant number of them were quite frightened and needed a few days to recover before returning to work, so Lorry simply gave everyone a three-day paid leave.

In addition, there is the issue of compensation for those who have suffered losses.

Excluding the "Shaman," the other three innocent people have all started families, and the young workshop supervisor had just gotten married not long ago.

Although the Factory had purchased accident insurance for them, the insurance company's compensation was not immediately available due to the large number of deaths and injuries in the Catastrophe.

For this reason, Lorry paid another sum of compensation.

The three families received a total of one hundred pounds. Although this amount was not much, it was enough for them to survive until the compensation was paid and to avoid going hungry.

The rest of the time belongs to Lorry himself.

Learn ancient language systems through the reading list provided by "The Curse of Knowledge," and exercise your body using the negative effects of "The Warrior's Glory."

Time slips away unnoticed.

Thursday is here in the blink of an eye.

In the evening, Lorry went out to the Cherwood Borough to inquire about Hugh's "Sheriff" supplementary materials and the progress of Beyoncé's two commissions, but was unexpectedly turned away and waited for nearly half an hour before Fors returned.

She's been much busier lately than before.

He wrote a new book, attended various Beyonder Gathering on Lorry's behalf to inquire about Sealed Artifact, and contacted Dorian of the Abraham Family through letters.

She just went to deliver mail and had a bite to eat.

Zhixiu had been coming home very late lately, and Fors didn't know the specifics. Lorry didn't stay long, chatted for a while, and then said goodbye and left.

Today is the night of the full moon.

He knew Fors needed to take refuge in the Gray Fog, so he made sure to leave him some space.

As Lorry rode in Hired Carriage, quietly gazing at the full moon through the curtains, Fors, perched Above the Gray Fog, mustered her courage and spoke:

"Mr. Fool, I have a question for you. Was the Gentleman Thief from a while ago... also one of your Blessed?"