The Kingdom of Loen, the capital of East Chester County, the City of Stoen.
After leaving the manor and entering the villa, Audrey entertained the noblemen there and then sent a servant to the Bavant Bank to withdraw a sum of cash.
Now she no longer needed to worry about anything, and could easily repay the £2,000 owed to Mr. The Fool's Blessed and pay Mr. World the £1,800 derived from the " Psychiatrist " characteristic.
Fifteen minutes later, Audrey opened her bedroom door, glanced at her personal maid Annie who was supervising the servants not far away, looked down at the large golden retriever crouching by the wall, and said in a low voice with a gleam in her eyes, with a smile:
" Susie, you'll have a gift later, are you looking forward to it?"
If it were the old Audrey, she would have simply said, " Susie, your gift has arrived," which would have allowed the golden retriever to discover that she could obtain real items even while inside the room. This would have easily led Susie, who had been studying the basics of occultism recently, to speculate about Ritualistic Magic.
If you change the story, it could become that Audrey received a mysterious letter/message in her bedroom confirming that the gift was about to arrive, which opens up a whole host of possibilities.
Susie sensed Audrey's genuine joy and sincerity, and instinctively wanted to open her mouth, vibrate the air, and make a sound to ask what the gift was. However, she keenly noticed that Audrey's personal maid Annie, was approaching, so she cautiously abandoned her original idea.
She returned to normal dog behavior, slowly wagging her tail to express her joy and anticipation.
After deliberately making an excuse to go for a walk outside, Audrey entered her specially designated "chemistry lab" and laid out the characteristics of a " Psychiatrist " and supporting materials on the long table.
" Susie, do you remember the process of mixing Potion last time?" She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and Acting the role of teacher with great interest.
"Woof, I remember!" Susie already knew what her gift was and was overjoyed, barking out.
Audrey casually remarked:
"Try mixing it yourself."
Susie looked down at her paws and suddenly fell silent.
Audrey was taken aback at first, then fell silent for a moment.
A few seconds later, before the golden retriever could open its mouth, she smiled faintly, her expression unchanging:
"Alright, Susie, no need to say anything. I know what you're trying to say. You want to say that you're just a dog and can't brew Potion, right?"
How embarrassing, how embarrassing... At the same time, the elegant and dignified Audrey silently covered her face in her mind.
"Woof!" Susie nodded vigorously.
Audrey seized the opportunity, turned around, and quickly concocted the " Psychiatrist " Potion.
She had asked Susie before and learned that Susie had completely digested the Potion by Wednesday of this week.
It's been less than two months in total... Hmm, a large part of the reason is that Susie is relatively unnoticed, so she can run around the manor and villa freely, eavesdrop on other people's private discussions, and "read" the maids' true thoughts... That's pretty good, she shares everything with me. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't know that many people have such a dark side to their thoughts, while they are usually very normal and kind... Audrey poured the Potion into a bowl and placed it on the ground.
She watched as Susie went over and began to lick, a small, barely suppressed expectation rising within her:
" Susie may also be affected by the Potion and experience emotional instability."
"But it's alright, Miss Audrey, the ' Psychiatrist,' is ready and waiting to ' Placate ' you! Hmm, I prefer the name ' Psychoanalysis,' it sounds more professional."
Audrey's beautiful, emerald-like eyes were fixed intently on the golden retriever Susie. She noticed that Susie's pupils were gradually fading and becoming slightly slanted, and dark golden scales seemed to be growing beneath her thick fur. Susie's Spirituality was spreading outwards, as if it were intertwining with the space of the entire villa.
After calming her slightly tense emotions, Audrey focused on observing Susie's condition. If the other woman showed any abnormality, she would immediately use her extraordinary ability of " Psychoanalysis ".
Suddenly, Susie's voice rang in her ear:
" Audrey, I did it!"
"..." Audrey was momentarily speechless.
In her dream, Daisy returned to the East Borough, back to the old apartment where she had lived for many years.
She pushed open the door and saw her mother Liv, and her sister Freja, diligently washing clothes.
Daisy immediately became happy and wanted to join them to take charge of ironing.
Just then, she heard a knocking sound at the door.
She turned her head and saw that the visitor was a young man wearing a black and white checkered police uniform.
The police officer, with his dark hair and blue eyes, and somewhat indistinct features, held a notebook and a pen and began to ask:
"In the case of Capim, besides what you've already said, what else haven't you mentioned?"
"Those are all unimportant things," Daisy replied rather absentmindedly.
The handsome police officer looked down at his notebook and said:
"It's okay, I'm willing to listen."
Daisy glanced back at the clothes hanging there and realized she seemed to have forgotten to give some instructions.
She honestly described the trivial details, and finally said:
"... After I was kidnapped, my mother and sister hired a private Detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, to find me. He's a good man; although he couldn't find me directly, he contacted reporters afterwards to help me get compensation from the Foundation..."
The black-haired, blue-eyed police officer looked up again, glanced at Daisy, and smiled warmly, saying:
"Very good, I am satisfied with your answer."
Do you remember what that private Detective looked like?
Daisy nodded, unsurprised to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appear beside her.
The great Detective had a thick beard and wore gold-rimmed glasses; he looked exactly as she remembered him.
After the dark-haired, blue-eyed police officer scrutinized her for a few moments, Daisy had no idea when he left, nor why her mother and sister had suddenly disappeared from the room.
She ran through the East Borough, searching for a familiar figure, and finally woke up in a state of intense frustration and sadness, staring blankly at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory for several seconds.
Daisy didn't make a sound, turned to her side, and buried most of her face in the pillow.
The damp marks on the edge of the pillow gradually widened.
Leonard Mitchell entered Daisy's dream Leonard Mitchell. Although he investigated the common thread between the two cases in order to have some free time, he didn't forget his superficial pretense. As a result, he actually discovered something.
"In both the Lanarvus case and the Capim case, there appeared a private Detective named Sherlock Moriarty, and his friend, journalist Mike Joseph... Although they were only hovering on the edge of the matter, it was still a direction for investigation. Hmm, that Sherlock Moriarty. Could he be some wanted criminal?" Leonard recalled what he had seen in his dream, put on Red Gloves, and entered the bottom of Saint Samuel Cathedral.
He had just greeted the squad leader Soest, when a companion approached and handed him two thin sheets of paper:
"The information you need regarding the red-eyed man at Harvest Church is all here."
"Thank you. Would you like to have lunch together?" Leonard asked with a smile.
The Nighthawks shrugged and said:
"No, as long as you stop giving me nightmares."
"Deal." Leonard smiled and took the documents.
He stood there, not in a hurry to sit down, and casually flipped through the pages:
" Emlyn White, a Vampire, currently affiliated with the Church of the Earth Mother... He was missing for a period of time, and his parents hired a private Detective to find him. According to a Mr. Stuart, the matter was ultimately solved by the great Detective Sherlock Moriarty."
Leonard's smile gradually faded, and he became quite serious.
" Sherlock Moriarty?" he repeated the name to himself.
Klein wasn't in a hurry to find an opportunity to actually Acting. Instead, he wandered around the port cities of Oravi Island as Travel, seeking brief moments of relaxation in his hectic and unhurried life.
The city is mainly populated by new immigrants from Loen, and its food style is not much different from that of the kingdom's east coast. The difference lies in the fact that it has fresh and rare fruits and a variety of seafood, which is quite unique.
This area is rich in natural resources and is located at a key point in safe navigation, so people generally live quite well. Even farmers in the suburbs can save up some money through their orchards.
This is not to say that there are no poor or lower classes in Oravi, but that this class is mainly composed of former slaves. The Loen Council has already passed a law abolishing slavery.
After swallowing the juicy and sweet fruit, Klein glanced at the darkening sky, turned the corner, and entered a bar called " Sweet Lemon."
It is one of the most famous gathering places for adventurers in Oravi, Klein plans to complete the remaining two auxiliary materials for " Marionettist " here, namely Dragonwood Bark and Sonia Golden Spring Water.
By this time, the bar was quite lively. Around the boxing ring, many people were holding glasses and cheering loudly, while around the tables, people who seemed to be adventurers were whispering various rumors.
Klein was about to squeeze towards the bar when he suddenly heard his own name called.
"... I am Gehrman Sparrow. You should know who I am. I have obtained a treasure map and need to hire some help. It's not that I'm afraid, but I can't carry that much treasure by myself..." A green-eyed man in his thirties, holding a half-full glass of strong liquor, said to two men and two women in the corner, who were either merchants or adventurers.
"You're also called Gehrman Sparrow? Treasure map... that sounds like a scam... News of my hunting of the ' Sweet-Talker ' got here from Bayam? Hmm, probably through telegrams and travelers, so many people know my name and deeds, but not what I look like... Then some con artists seized the opportunity to impersonate me and deceive people..." Klein approached with a sudden realization.
The green-eyed man took a swig of strong liquor and slammed the glass heavily on the table, saying:
"Whether you agree or refuse, I don't care, but I hate it when people make me wait!"
Do you want to end up like the ' Sweet-Talker '?
A young man opposite him spoke somewhat timidly:
"I know you are a powerful adventurer..."
"So?" the green-eyed man interrupted.
Just then, he felt his collar tighten, and he was lifted up and thrown towards the door.
Klein didn't explain anything; he simply threw the guy out without any expression.
Then, he drew his revolver, aimed at the spot where the green-eyed man had fallen, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
The green-eyed man had barely landed when he saw sparks flying from the ground beneath him. Terrified, the threats he was about to utter instantly died in his throat, and he scrambled away from the bar.
No further words are needed; his weakness directly proves that he is not Gehrman Sparrow.
Klein ignored the stunned, deceived man, politely blew on the muzzle of his gun, and tucked the revolver back under his arm.
Then, amidst the silence that followed the gunshot, he slowly walked towards the bar.
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