A distinctively broad chin, an ancient knight's topknot, eyes that held a cold smile... Xio Derecha lay half-reclining on the sofa, carefully studying the sketch Audrey had given him.
In her eyes, these were living, breathing gold pounds.
After etching the image of the great pirate Qilangos into her mind, she read on to the accompanying description:
Brown hair, dark green eyes.
"The portrait is for reference only, as the target possesses the ability to transform into the likeness of others, and the duration of this ability is unknown."
Portraits are just for reference... The target can be transformed into someone else... Just for reference, transforming someone else... Then why should I memorize the sketch content so carefully... Hugh's expression froze, as if he felt the malice of the world.
She looked up in confusion, gazing at Fors Wall, who was lounging lazily on the sofa opposite her, and muttered to herself:
"There's simply no way to find them. We don't know what they look like; all we know is that they're outsiders. The number of new outsiders arriving in Backlund every day is simply uncountable."
Fors strained his waist, trying to sit up, but failed three times.
"I'm just Apprentice, not Arbiter..." she muttered, reaching out to press down on the back of the sofa, successfully turning from lying down to sitting up.
"Perhaps that young lady thinks we are Prophet?" Fors joked.
Just as Hugh was about to answer, he suddenly realized there was still a lot of additional description.
She read it aloud in a low voice:
We suggest searching through the following channels:
1. Qilangos possesses a malevolent artifact that devours the flesh and soul of a living person every other day; consider the missing homeless man.
2. Collect detailed information about Qilangos and summarize his unique interests and behavioral patterns.
3. A person's facial features may change, but without special training, they will always act like themselves, such as their favorite foods, walking style, habitual movements, and many other details.
Fors nodded slightly and said:
"Miss Audrey is not the naive and innocent girl the rumors suggest; she possesses a sensitive heart and a calm, observant mind."
"Really?" Hugh asked, not entirely certain, and without expecting an answer, suggested instead, "I'll take care of gathering the information, and you summarize the hobbies and characteristics of that pile of gold pounds—no, that pirate general?"
Fors' eyes widened suddenly, and he shook the tin box of cigarettes in his hand, saying:
"How could you bear to do this? How could you bear to make a delicate and sensitive Author do this kind of inductive reasoning and analytical work?"
Hugh glanced at his friend, unconsciously exuding a convincing air of authority:
"There's a really brilliant mystery passage in your novel, * The Stormwind Villa *."
Fors shrugged, lowered his head, and looked at the coffee table, saying:
"Do you know how many hairs I lost and how many sleepless nights I endured while working on that deduction?"
She quickly looked up at Xio Derecha, then lowered her head again, muttering:
Life is so short, there are so many things to do, why waste it on such boring and tedious work?
That makes perfect sense... Hugh almost nodded in agreement, barely managing to maintain his authority as the " Arbiter."
"Do you have any other way to solve this problem?" she asked, lowering her voice to make her childish tone more subdued.
Fors thought seriously for more than ten seconds, then suddenly looked up and said:
"We can hire professionals! After you gather the information on ' Admiral Hurricane,' we'll erase the name and find a top Detective to help summarize, deduce, and analyze it. All we'll need to do is pay a consultation fee!"
How could I not have thought of that... Hugh's mind went blank for a moment, and he and Fors looked at each other without saying a word.
When the atmosphere became a little awkward, she cleared her throat and said:
"Let's do as you suggest."
After saying that, she quickly added:
"You'll cover the consultation fees!"
Howes Street, Divination Club.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti," Angelica, the beautiful lady in charge of greeting, looking ahead with surprise. "You rarely come on Fridays."
Klein, exhausted from inspecting the houses with red chimneys, chuckled and said:
Fate doesn't always repeat itself; it always brings us some surprises.
He happened to be passing by, and it was time to hire the carriage, so he got on for a cup of red tea and a rest.
Furthermore, this was his final prelude; with this new "experience" at the Divination Club, it would be logical for him to make a special request to Dunn Smith.
"Your words are always full of wisdom," Angelica exclaimed sincerely.
Klein thought for a moment, then said carefully:
"I probably won't be coming to the club much in the future, so you don't need to recommend me to others."
Now that the Potion has been digested, he must move on to his new goal!
"Why?" Angelica asked, surprised and puzzled. "You're already quite famous at the club. Most people know that your Divination is incredibly accurate and magical. We're even considering having you as a lecturer on Sundays."
If each Divination earns me 1 pound, then no matter how tired or miserable I am, I'll grit my teeth and persevere... and I'll have to visit a few more houses with red chimneys to try and catch the mastermind behind it all as soon as possible... Klein smiled gently:
"Madam, please don't try to stop us; this is Fate."
"I'm not never coming to the club again, I'm just reducing the frequency, and my membership fees will be paid on time."
Anyway, it's reimbursable... I'll still come by occasionally to keep an eye on things here... Klein added.
"It's such a shame. I wish you could have come to the club when I was feeling lost," Angelica sighed.
After the Original shock subsided, she found that she wasn't as surprised as she had imagined.
Perhaps such a mysterious and reverent Fate is not Seer a club in Tingen City can possess for long... Angelica smiled as if deep in thought:
"Xibe black tea?"
"Yes," Klein replied with a smile.
He sat in the club for about ten minutes, rested briefly, drank some black tea, and then left, taking a horse-drawn carriage back to Daffodil Street.
As he entered, he habitually opened his mailbox and saw a letter that had just been delivered.
Upon casually opening the letter, Klein discovered it was from Mr. Azik:
"I will travel to Morse Town on Sunday and return on Wednesday."
The townspeople of Morse Town generally worship a goddess... If I go on Sunday, then according to normal efficiency, the Nighthawks won't receive the message until Tuesday or Wednesday, which will be just in time for me... Mr. Azik actually remembered my request... I hope he also remembers not to show up in person, just summon a ghost to fool him... Klein nodded almost imperceptibly, releasing his own Spirituality, and ignited the letter by rubbing it.
With a flick of his hand, the flames turned to ashes and slowly fell to the ground.
On Saturday morning, Klein, dressed in a black trench coat, wearing a top silk hat, and carrying a silver-trimmed cane, strolled leisurely into Blackthorn Security Company.
After greeting Rozanne, he glanced at the partition and saw that the captain's office door was open, so he deliberately spoke in a low voice:
"Yesterday evening, at the Divination Club, I saw a girl who looked a lot like you."
"Really?" Rozanne asked with interest.
Klein nodded insincerely, replying, "Really, I even thought she was your sister."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I have no sisters, not even cousins," Rozanne said with a chuckle. "Do you remember her name?"
"No, why should I memorize her name?" Klein chuckled. "Seeing you is no different from seeing her."
"Can I take that as a compliment?" Rozanne, never needing anyone to initiate a conversation, asked proactively, " Klein, you must have made a lot of money at the Divination Club, right? As a true Seer, your skills are unmatched by other amateurs."
Let's not talk about this, we can still be good colleagues... Klein coughed and said:
" Seer must revere Fate and must not use Divination to seek illicit gains."
"Are you summarizing your own Seer a diviner?" Rozanne asked curiously.
"Yes," Klein answered readily.
After chatting with the other person for a few more minutes, he waved goodbye, picked up his hat, and walked towards the partition.
He knocked gently on the open door, watching Dunn Smith fiddling with coffee.
"Please come in." Dunn looked up at him and quickly straightened his posture.
Klein had been sounding out the captain's intentions over the past two days and confirmed that Dunn Smith hadn't mentioned the " Acting Method " to anyone, clearly keeping it a secret from the church's higher-ups.
So he casually closed the door, sat down opposite, and said with a serious yet slightly excited expression:
"Captain, I feel like I've completely mastered the ' Seer ' Potion."
I would like to submit a special application.