22 Hope Street, Cherwood Borough, Hat Trick Inn.
The receptionist was about to take a sip of water when he saw a lady walk in through the door.
The woman was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a light-colored long dress with ruffles, her brown hair was slightly wavy and draped down her back, and she wore a pair of glasses with tinted glass on her nose, giving her a relaxed look as if she had just returned from Desi Bay.
She carried a dark brown leather suitcase and walked towards the front desk at a leisurely pace.
A lady with outstanding temperament... her outfit is really nice... I really want to see what she looks like without her tinted glasses... As a woman, the receptionist habitually first scrutinizes the other person's clothing and accessories.
She immediately heard the woman say in a slightly languid, melodious voice:
"Stay one night, single room."
"Two Soli and eight pence," the waiter announced the room rate for the day before asking, "Do you have any identification?"
She wasn't enthusiastic about the registration process because the hotel had no way of verifying the authenticity of the documents.
"Yes." The woman put down her dark brown suitcase, took out a stack of identification documents from her handbag, and handed them to the other person.
" Margaret Taylor..." the waiter murmured as he made the registration, then pulled out a set of keys and said, "Room 2012."
"Thank you." The stylishly dressed woman across from me took the keys, picked up her dark brown suitcase, and headed towards the stairwell.
At this moment, a waiter in a red vest approached, bowed, and said:
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
His gaze immediately fell on the dark brown suitcase the other person was carrying.
The woman smiled, then shook her head and said:
"No need, it's very light."
After saying that, she didn't linger, but went up the stairs and entered room 2012.
After closing the door and putting down her suitcase, she suddenly raised her right hand, pressed it to her chest, and let out a long sigh of relief.
"I feel like a deranged murderer..."
She was Fors in disguise; her suitcase contained nothing but Mr. X's head wrapped in newspaper!
Those two waiters probably never imagined that inside the suitcase carried by a fashionable young woman, there were no clothes, no skincare products, no cosmetics, only a man's head, cracked and almost falling to pieces, covered in blood and grime... If it were discovered, everyone in the hotel would be terrified... This is material for Detective novel! Fors calmed her nerves, picked up the suitcase again, and opened the door.
She glanced around the corridor and, seeing no one around, quickly went out and knocked on the wooden door of room 2016.
Her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, was staying in the same room that had been used last time.
After noticing a gaze peering at her through the peephole, Fors heard the sound of the handle turning and the lock cylinder turning.
Dorian Gray, dressed in a black suit with broad shoulders, glanced warily to his left and right, then stepped aside to let the student in.
"Did no one notice?" he asked cautiously, closing the door behind him.
Fors put down his suitcase, took off the tinted glasses that covered half of his face, and said:
"No, I used a fake identity."
As an Beyonder with considerable experience in the lower echelons of Backlund, several sets of fake identity documents are indispensable.
Moreover, she also has the help of Hugh, an expert in this field.
The only problem is that a fake is still a fake, and it can't withstand the comparison and inspection by the police.
However, Fors heard that there are some channels that can obtain genuine identity documents, that is, identity documents that are filed and registered with the police department, and the photos can be changed. Of course, the price will definitely be much higher.
Dorian nodded slightly, let out a silent breath, and pulled up a chair for Fors to sit down, saying:
"You said in your letter that at a gathering of Beyonder in Backlund, someone offered a reward for finding a direct descendant of the Abraham Family, with the goal of obtaining information about Mr. 'The Door'?"
"Yes, teacher," Fors said, speaking the unequivocal truth, "I myself know nothing about that family, so I thought I'd ask you to see if you know anything about it."
She only concealed two things: first, that the Beyonder gathering was called the Tarot Club; and second, that she had known all along that her teacher was a member of the Abraham Family.
Dorian down, picked up his white porcelain teacup, took a sip, and asked calmly:
Who is the person offering the bounty?
"I don't know, I only know it's a woman. She's concealing her face. Uh, she must be very powerful, and her backing is not weak either," Fors described the " The Hermit " woman in his mind.
What she didn't say was that the other party had a close relationship with the " Mystery Queen " Bernadette.
Dorian Gray pondered for a few seconds and then said:
"I don't know much either, only that Mr. 'Men' was probably an ancestor of the Abraham Family who went missing during the War of the Four Emperors. You can use this information to exchange for some reward money."
Mr. "Door" is an ancestor of the Abraham Family? The Mr. "Door" who caused the Abraham Family to be Full Moon Curse and whose members have gone out of control for so many years is actually an ancestor of the Abraham Family? Fors was shocked to hear this.
Having already learned a bit about the problems of the Abraham Family from Mr. " The Fool," she couldn't believe that the source of all this was her own bloodline!
"Doesn't Mr. Door understand the consequences of his actions?" Fors muttered to himself, his brow furrowing unconsciously.
Dorian Gray noticed the student's unusual reaction and asked with slight confusion:
Is there a problem with this?
Oops, I couldn't hide my expression just now... Fors hesitated for a moment before saying:
"I just don't understand. Over a thousand years have passed, besides the direct descendants of the Abraham Family, who else would want to obtain Mr. 'The Door's' information, and what their purpose would be?"
Perhaps she wants to find Mr. "Door"? Ah, right, the " Mystery Queen " is the daughter of Emperor Roselle, and Mr. "Door" appears in Emperor Roselle's diary. So, it's normal for this queen to want to find Mr. "Door" and explore the truth of what happened back then... However, Mr. "Door" disappeared during the " War of the Four Emperors," which is more than a thousand years after the time of Emperor Roselle. How could they be connected... Could Emperor Roselle also hear the Full Moon Ravings...? Um, I remember Mr. " The Fool " once teased Mr. "Door," saying that perhaps He was calling for help... If this is true, it really is... As a Author, Fors couldn't find the words to describe his current feelings.
Dorian gave a wry smile:
"Obviously, I'm wondering about this too. If you find the answer, please let me know."
Fors didn't dwell on the matter any longer, fearing that Dorian Gray would discover something amiss, and instead asked:
"Teacher, what brings you to Backlund all of a sudden?"
Dorian smiled, took out a cigarette, brought it to his nose, took a sniff, but didn't light it, and said:
"I happen to have some things to take care of in Backlund, and I also want to check on your digestion progress."
In fact, he was shocked by the news relayed in Fors's letter. He couldn't believe that anyone in the world would still be inquiring about Mr. "Door." You see, the Abraham Family had basically given up on this kind of thing, but he himself was still persisting and actively teaching students.
This also reminded him of a prophecy circulating within his family, which said that the Abraham would be getting closer and closer to destruction.
He connected the two matters and rushed to Backlund to check on the student's situation, hoping she could be promoted as soon as possible and preserve a glimmer of hope for the Abraham Family.
"I've just mastered all the knowledge of astrology," Fors replied somewhat sheepishly.
Because she was short of money recently, she hasn't bought the high-end crystal ball needed by " Astrologer ".
To avoid continuing the topic, Fors turned to Dorian Gray for advice on the rules of Acting an " Astrologer," and received tips such as " Astrology is not a panacea."
Towards the end, Fors glanced at the dark brown suitcase beside him and said:
"Teacher, there's one more thing."
"What is it?" Dorian leaned back in his chair and leisurely took a sip of his black tea.
Fors, following his prepared speech, said:
"After learning that Lewis Wien had betrayed the organization and caused you great harm, I've always wanted to find him and avenge you."
"Give up that idea!" Dorian straight. "Even if you have ' Lemano's Travel Notes,' you still can't beat him, let alone kill him! I appreciate your intentions, but there's no need for you to take the risk."
"I definitely can't do it on my own..." Fors muttered silently, then said directly:
"I know a very skilled bounty Hunter; I previously paid him nearly 10,000 gold pounds for his help."
Unable to estimate the exact value of her investment, she used the price Miss Audrey had previously quoted for assassinating Ambassador Intis.
That's probably a fraud... Lewis Wien is most likely a " Traveler," and he's also backed by the Aurora Order Society... Dorian was about to point out that no bounty Hunter could be a match for Lewis Wien, he heard the student say:
He has succeeded.
Cough! Cough! Cough! Dorian choked on his own saliva, coughing as if his lungs were being torn apart.
The teacup in his hand suddenly fell, heading straight for the ground, but then, as if by magic, it bounced back up and landed steadily on the coffee table.
"He gave me Lewis Wien's head." Fors picked up the dark brown suitcase, opened it, and took out a ball-shaped object wrapped in newspaper.
As the newspaper was slowly unfolded, Dorian saw a face he would never forget. Compared to when he attacked the Abraham Family headquarters, the smug smile on Lewis Wien. His head was covered in cracks, as if it were made of pieces glued together, a hideous, painful, and desperate expression.
As an Astrologer, Dorian Gray's Spirituality intuition told him without a doubt that this was Lewis Wien's mind.
"Good, very good..." Dorian muttered to himself, slightly excited, then looked up at the student, " Hunter? I can't imagine that there's such a powerful expert hidden among Backlund's bounty Hunter."
Fors considered for a moment and said:
" Gehrman Sparrow."
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