December

The words had barely left his mouth.

The corner of "Fool" Klein's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Miss Magician, if you have nothing to say, you don't have to talk. Why ask such an Awkwardness question...? You shouldn't follow Miss Justice's example...

He muttered a curse to himself and chuckled softly:

I recall that this matter was already discussed at the Tarot Club.

Why did you suddenly ask about him again?

"It's nothing, it's just... suddenly you seem to have a lot of Blessed, but they never attend Tarot Club," Fors replied cautiously.

The attempt to get information failed... She seemed to be testing me... well, not quite, more like confirming something... "The Fool" Klein nodded slightly:

"That's right, exactly."

"They all have their own tasks and may not have time to participate."

Fors ' eyes lit up:

"Is the Gentleman Thief one of them?"

Are writers all this hard to fool...? Why is she asking again...? Klein maintained a calm demeanor, but actually nodded wearily.

Wait, why did she only say the first part of the nickname, "Black Emperor"?

It seems like the "Magician" lady knows quite a bit of inside information. Watch what I do next—I'll get everything she knows out of her...

His mind raced, and he began to ponder how to subtly guide the "Magician" lady to reveal what she wanted to know.

But soon, Klein's eye began to twitch.

To his surprise, the "Magician" nodded in a rather cheerful mood, then changed the subject and began talking about her new book.

Uh, are you being polite... "Fool" Klein thought to himself irritably, trying his best to maintain a God demeanor as he listened to the other person's endless complaints about how torturous writing was, how he felt like he was tearing his hair out every day thinking about the plot, and how he didn't want to write anything until the deadline.

A few minutes later, he impatiently severed his connection with the Crimson Star of "The Magician," leaning back in his chair and letting out a long breath:

"It's finally over..."

"Awoo--"

Albert, who passed the Exam with high marks, curled up on the ground and realized that he hadn't waited for the "Soul Piercing," so he couldn't help but let out an excited howl.

Lorry stood by the window, gazing up at the gray sky, and sighed softly:

Time flies...

"It feels like just yesterday, and a week of December has already passed."

At this moment, Albert raised his head and called out in a questioning tone:

"Woof?"

With Hugh's help, it has been Advancement and is now a proper "Sheriff" with its own "jurisdiction".

This area is centered around the Posner Face Mask Factory.

For the sake of his role, Albert would go out on patrol every morning and evening to stop disputes between workers or drive away Gang members.

"Go."

Lorry smiled and waved his hand.

Albert rushed to the door, skillfully stood up, turned the doorknob with his paws, and dashed outside.

The White Bone Ring floated over slowly, offering a reminder:

"You have a plan to go out today: to find Vera Sealed Artifact."

"I understand." Lorry nodded slightly.

To avoid falling into Altair's trap, he barely left the house during this period, except to meet with Fors or the Lieutenant Colonel.

Aside from eating and sleeping, I spend the rest of my time improving myself.

Now, Lorry has learned nearly a third of the ancient language, paid off the four previous debts, and accumulated more than ten more opportunities to use it.

In addition, their physical fitness and fighting skills have also undergone a leap forward.

This can be seen from his and Hugh's record.

The two have played three matches.

He was slightly at a disadvantage the first time, the second time they were evenly matched, and the third time, which was when they last met, Hugh came out with dark circles under his eyes.

This was actually a result of Lorry deliberately losing the game.

When he sparred with Albert, who was also a "Sheriff," he always beat his opponent so badly that he was running around the office with his tail between his legs.

On one occasion, when Lorry lost control of his strength, the dog actually ran to the "Curse of Knowledge" for refuge, shouting that he wanted to learn...

So after sparring with Lorry, it was given another Exam.

Hugh's second commission was also officially delivered during the last meeting.

Although the result was somewhat unexpected for Lorry.

Beyoncé is fine!

No problem in any sense!

To complete this lucrative commission, Hugh practically cut back on sleep, keeping a close watch on Beyoncé's every move day and night.

According to her:

The target's movements were extremely regular.

I go to the Kingdom Theatre to work every morning. If there's a role, I perform; if not, I find a place to practice my acting skills. I eat a free lunch at noon.

After getting off work in the evening, if there are no dates, the person usually goes straight home, has dinner at a nearby Restaurant, and then reads a book before going to bed.

The same applies to rest days.

Aside from going out to eat, the target usually lies on the Easy Chair on the Terrace reading novels, or scribbling on manuscript paper when the mood strikes.

To be on the safe side, she deliberately sneaked into her target's house while he was out and stole a few strands of hair to have a professional interpret them.

The results still showed that everything was normal.

Incidentally, Hugh's date, Lorry, knows him; she is his superior in MI9, now the third- Logistics logistics Vera.

During this period, their relationship quickly heated up.

The frequency of our dates quickly increased from Monday week to two or three times a week, and recently we've been spending almost all our time together after work.

They didn't go home until eight or nine o'clock.

Thinking of this, Lorry shrugged. "But we'd better get there by nine o'clock, to avoid freezing in this weather late at night."

The White Bone Ring's features revealed a hint of dismay, and it clicked its tongue.

"Even the rock-solid Vera kid has suddenly become clever... I thought all he ever did was missions, missions, missions, Advancement Advancement Advancement..."

"Who says otherwise?" Lorry chuckled. "If they keep this up, they'll probably be walking down the aisle soon, right?"

Now that it has been confirmed that the person is innocent, all he can do is offer his blessings.

West Borough, Belloto Street.

An unassuming three-story building, underground.

Snap!

Vera took out her Pocket Watch and glanced at the time; a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

In fifteen minutes, someone will come to take over guarding the Sealed Artifact inside. After his shift, he has something very important to do.

This was a surprise he had been planning for a long time!

Who says I don't understand romance... If I don't understand it myself, can't I ask someone else for advice...? Vera took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the impatience in her heart.

For some reason, he always found the last few minutes of each day particularly difficult to endure.

Lost in thought, I heard footsteps in the corridor.

Vera was overjoyed and hurriedly went to Door Opening, only to find that the person outside was not her replacement colleague, but her direct superior.

One of the five Deputy Director of MI9, whose strength has reached the Demigod level!