Investigating the Rose School
"Is this your new book?" Hugh sighed, rubbing his forehead, and reminded him.
"Don't do anything reckless. That guy also said that this Pirate Admiral's background is with the Church of the True God. Be careful, or they might find you through some channel."
"I'm not stupid," Fors said, scribbling furiously without turning his head, "There's something called a draft..."
Drafts... What does this have to do with you...? Don't keep grumbling to yourself.
Fors continued:
"I won't publish this book until I Advancement Sequence 5, ' The Traveler,' since even the protagonist's name is currently blank."
Suddenly, as if remembering something, she abruptly turned to look at her friend:
"Don't tell anyone about this."
"Otherwise..."
Fors narrowed her light blue eyes slightly, revealing a threatening look.
The next second, she swiftly grabbed a new sheet of paper, quickly scribbled a line of words with her pen, and gestured for her friend to look over.
A few unknown tidbits about a Bounty Hunter in the East Borough... Hugh's lips twitched, and he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender to his friend, promising:
Don't worry, I will definitely not tell anyone else.
"Especially that guy."
Fors nodded slightly, then turned back to her writing. "There are Desi Pie Tea Table on the coffee table and Black Tea in the Kitchen. Eat before you go out."
Upon hearing this, Xiu was slightly taken aback. "You bought it?"
She was genuinely surprised; she never imagined she would one day be able to eat Breakfast bought by her friend.
"... No." Fors finished the manuscript, stretched lazily with his arms crossed, and happily lit a Cigarette.
"He bought it when he went out for a walk with Albert just now."
As she spoke, she walked towards the Sofa area.
"Smoking is bad for your health." Looking at his friend puffing out smoke, Xiu twitched his nose slightly. "You don't smoke your old brand anymore?"
She was particularly sensitive to similar smells, and felt that today's smoke was not as pungent as before, but rather had a mellow aroma that was hard to describe.
Fors narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a relaxed expression and a carefree smile:
"I rolled these myself, using the finest tobacco leaves he brought back from the Rorsted Archipelago, which were supposedly a tribute to the local princes and chiefs in the past."
"He also promised me that he would find a fertile plot of land on the Manor to grow different varieties of tobacco from around the world."
"But smoking is bad for your health..." Hugh muttered under his breath, "That guy, honestly, not only did he not stop you, he even offered to help..."
As soon as she finished speaking, Fors giggled.
"What's so funny..." Hugh grumbled irritably, reaching for a Desi Pie and carefully swallowing it with meat sauce.
Fors explained with a smile:
"It's nothing really, I just suddenly remembered the differences between you and him."
"Take something as small as smoking, for example. You'll tell me that smoking is bad, advise me to smoke less, and sometimes you'll even forcibly stop me from smoking."
Hugh stopped eating Breakfast and snorted.
"And what about him?"
"Hmm... He'll tell me what I want to do, and if I cause trouble, he'll find a way to resolve it," Fors said with a smile.
Hugh pursed his lips and scoffed dismissively, "Typical playboy sweet talk. Only a fool like you would believe that..."
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"I warned you to be careful of this person long ago..."
Fors shrugged, offered no rebuttal, extinguished the Cigarette he was about to finish, got up and went to the Kitchen, returning with a bowl of dark, murky soup.
She added Honey and sugar cubes one by one, and sipped it with a porcelain spoon.
"What is this?" Xiu asked.
"A miraculous remedy for conditioning the body." Fors frowned slightly, feeling that even with the addition of Honey and sugar, the taste was still a bit off.
Forcing herself to finish the soup, she continued, "I drink it once every seven days. Even if I ingest a lot of nicotine, it won't harm my health."
After speaking, she paused, then looked at her friend with a smile:
The method he taught me...
The sun rises.
Sitting in the Hired Carriage, Lorry lifted the curtain to observe the bustling pedestrians, seeing them wearing Face Mask as they moved through the thin mist.
A strong wind blew by, flattening countless stalks of straw in the field, but as time went by, they stubbornly stood up again.
Backlund continues to prosper.
Busy office workers, enthusiastic vendors, and exhausted night shift workers, together with the sunlight breaking through the fog, create a vibrant scene.
Before long, the Hired Carriage stopped in front of the department store.
He paid the bill, led Albert down from the carriage, and they went to different shops to buy sapphires and verbena in small quantities.
Meanwhile, in a house in the Cherwood Borough, Hugh, disguised so that even acquaintances would hardly recognize him, left his home and boarded Public Carriage heading straight for the East Borough.
Just a door away, Fors, wearing a floral nightgown, Fors as she walked into the Bedroom.
In Bayam, the capital of the remote Rorsted Archipelago, known as the "City of Generosity," Klein left the "Azure Wind" Inn and took a carriage to the Port.
He accepted the invitation from "Vice Admiral Iceberg" to visit the "Golden Dream".
Further south in the Rothschild Islands, at a manor outside the city of East Byronalese, Parry Beria Lorre is having breakfast.
Three or four meters away from the dining table, "Coldblooded" Damien clenched his fists and reported his findings with a slightly hurried expression.
Pali Beria Lorry wiped her mouth, her eyes darting around:
"A suspected member of the ' Rose School '?"
Under that bright and alluring gaze, Damien couldn't help but swallow, then quickly lowered his head.
"He had acquired cursed items at several Beyonder Gathering; these were among the materials needed to Advancement the ' Werewolf ' level."
The Beria Family has a long history, and despite several periods of decline and division, it still possesses a great deal of valuable Mysticism knowledge and Low Sequence Formula.
Pali Beria Lorry nodded slightly:
"He's currently in our hands?"
Damien shook his head and replied, "My uncle was worried about alerting this person's accomplices, so he only followed him and didn't act rashly."
After saying that, this "Coldblooded" quickly added:
"I expect he'll be back soon."
Pali Beria Lorry gave a soft "Mmm": "The measures you took are fine; you can continue the investigation."
"As for the Sealed Artifact you requested to be tracked..." she pondered for a moment, then said, "Tell Elder Blake that I grant you permission to use ' Hunting Nose '."
"However, if it is lost, you, uncle and nephew, will need to pay the corresponding compensation upfront."
"Yes," Damien nodded.
Having achieved his goal, he had no reason to stay any longer. He secretly glanced at the beautiful figure with lingering affection before silently leaving the room.
Pali Beria Lorry, accustomed to such stares, walked to her desk and began flipping through today's Newspaper, searching for valuable information.