The Kingdom of Roon, capital of East Chester County, Stoon City.
After leaving the manor and entering the villa, Audrey had a social gathering with the nobles here, she sent her servants to the Bavarian Bank to get a cash out.
At this point, she didn't need to worry anymore, and could easily repay the £2,000 owed to Mr. Fool and pay Mr. World 1,800 pounds derived from the psychologist's characteristics.
A quarter of an hour later, Audrey opened the bedroom door and glanced at Anne, the close maid who was supervising the work of the servants not far away. She looked down at the golden retriever squatting by the wall. She smiled and lowered her voice, and said with a glittering look:
Susie, you will have a gift later, are you looking forward to it?
If it were Audrey in the past, she would definitely say directly Susie, your gift has arrived, so the golden retriever will find that she can get real items in the room, which can easily make Susie, who has been studying the basics of mysticism recently, guess in the direction of ritual magic.
After a change of argument, things will become Audrey received a mysterious letter/message in the bedroom, confirming that the gift is about to arrive, which has so many possibilities.
Susie read Audrey's heartfelt joy and sincerity, and subconsciously opened her mouth, vibrated the air, made a sound, and asked what gift it was, but she keenly noticed that Audrey's close maid Anne came closer, so she was alert to give up her original idea.
She returned to the state of an ordinary dog, slowly wagging her tail to express her happy and expectant emotions.
After deliberately making excuses to go out for a walk, Audrey entered the chemistry laboratory specially assigned to her, and placed the characteristics and auxiliary materials of the psychologist on the long table one by one.
Susie, do you remember the process of disposing potions last time?She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and played the role of teacher with great interest.
Wang, remember!Susie already understood what her gift was, and she was very happy for a moment and spoke out.
Audrey casually said:
Try to make your own arrangement.
Susie looked down at her claws and suddenly became silent.
Audrey was stunned at first, and then she was silent for a short time.
After a few seconds, before the golden retriever opened her mouth, she pursed her lips and smiled slightly:
OK, Susie, don't have to speak, I know what you want to say, you want to express that you are just a dog and can't mix potions, right?
So awkward and awkward... At the same time, Audrey, who looks elegant and dignified, covered her face in her heart.
Wow!Susie nodded vigorously.
Audrey seized the opportunity, turned around, and soon prepared the psychologist's potion.
She had asked Susie before and knew that the other party had completely digested the potion this week on Wednesday.
It's been less than two months in total... Well, there's a lot of the reason why Susie is not attracted by attention. She can run around in the manor and villa, listen to other people's private discussions, and read the real thoughts of the maids... This is also good, she will share with me. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't know that many people's thoughts are so dark, but they are usually very normal and kind... Audrey poured the potion into the bowl and put it on the ground.
She watched Susie go over and began to lick her, and she felt a little expectation in her heart:
Susie may also be affected by the potion and experience emotional instability.
But it doesn't matter, Miss Audrey is ready to 'please' at any time!Well, I prefer the name ‘psychoanalysis’, which seems more professional.
Audrey's beautiful eyes were staring at Susie, the golden-retriever dog, seriously. She found that the other party's pupils were gradually fading and erected, and dark golden scales seemed to grow under the thick hair. The spirituality belonging to Susie was constantly spreading out, as if intertwined with the space of the entire villa.
After calming down her slightly nervous mood, Audrey focused on observing Susie's state. As long as the other party had a little abnormality, she would immediately use this extraordinary ability of psychoanalysis.
Suddenly, Susie's voice rang in her ears:
Audrey, I succeeded!
... Audrey didn't know what to say for a while.
……
In the dream, Daisy returned to the East Side, 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 Fleia working hard to wash clothes.
Daisy became happy and joined them and was responsible for the ironing.
Just then, she heard the knock on the door.
She turned her head and found that the visitor was a young man wearing a black and white police uniform.
The police officer Mo Fabi's eyes, with a slightly blurry appearance, held a notebook and a pen and asked:
In the Kaping case, what else is there to say besides the ones you have already told?
That's all a little important thing.Daisy answered quite confusedly.
The handsome police officer looked down at the notebook and said:
It doesn't matter, I'm willing to listen.
Daisy looked back at the clothes hanging, feeling that she seemed to have forgotten some advice.
She honestly described the trivial details and finally said:
...After I was kidnapped, my mom and sister commissioned a private detective to seek out someone, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty.He is a good person. Although he couldn't find me directly, he contacted the reporter afterwards to help me get the foundation's compensation...
The black-haired and blue-eyed police officer looked up again, looked at Daisy, and said with a warm smile:
Very good, I'm very satisfied with your answer.
Do you still remember the private detective?
Daisy nodded, and was unsurprising to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appear beside her.
The detective had a thick beard and gold-rimmed glasses, which was no different from what she looked like in her memory.
After a few deep glances from the police officer Mo Fabi Tong, Daisy didn't know when he left, nor did she know why the mother and sister in the room suddenly disappeared.
She ran in the East District, searching for the familiar figure, and finally woke up in intense depression and sadness, looking at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory, dull for several seconds.
Daisy didn't make a sound, turned her body sideways and buried most of her face in the pillow.
The edges of the pillow, the wet marks gradually expanded.
It was Leonard Mitchell who entered Daisy's dream. Although he investigated the common point of the two cases just to have his own time to do something, he still did not forget the perfunctory on the surface. As a result, he really discovered something wrong.
In the case of Ranhös and Kapin, there was a private detective named Sherlock Moriarty and his friend Mike Joseph reporter... Although they were just wandering on the edge of the matter, it was also the direction of investigation. Haha, that Sherlock Moriarty looked familiar. Which wanted criminal would it be?Leonard recalled what he saw in his dream, put on red gloves and entered the bottom of St. Samuel's church.
As soon as he greeted the team leader Soster, he saw a companion approaching and handed over two thin pieces of paper:
The situation of the red-eyed man in the Harvest Church you are going to investigate is here.
Thanks, have lunch together?Leonard asked with a smile.
The night-time person shrugged his shoulders and said:
No, as long as you stop letting me have nightmares.
make a deal.Leonard smiled and took over the information.
He stood there, without rushing to sit down, and he started to look around:
Emlin White, a vampire, is currently affiliated with the church of Mother Earth... He has been missing for a while, and his parents have commissioned private detectives to find it. According to a gentleman named Stuart, the matter was eventually resolved by detective Sherlock Moriarty.
The smile on Leonard's face gradually settled down and became quite serious.
Sherlock Moriarty?He repeated this name in his mind.
……
Klein was not in a hurry to find opportunities to play the role of a real person. He wandered around the port city of Olavi Island in the form of a traveler, seeking a brief relaxation in the tense and lack of space.
The city is mainly new immigrants in Roon, and the food style is not much different from the east coast of the Kingdom. The difference is that there are fresh and rare fruits and various seafood here, which is also a bit unique.
This place has rich natural resources and is at the critical point of a safe waterway. People live quite well, and even farmers in the suburbs can save a certain amount of savings through the orchard.
This is not to say that Olawi has no poor people and no bottom class, but this class is mainly served by the original slaves as the Ruhn Council has long passed the bill to abolish slavery.
Swallowing the juicy and sweet flesh, Klein looked at the darkening sky, turned the corner, and entered a bar called Sweet Lemon.
It is one of Olawi's most famous gathering places for adventurers, where Klein intends to combine the two remaining auxiliary materials of the Secret Master, the dragon-patterned tree bark and Sunia Golden Spring.
At this time, the bar was quite lively, and there were many people around the boxing ring holding cups and cheering loudly. At the tables around, people who seemed to be adventurers were whispering to communicate various rumors.
Klein was about to squeeze into the bar when he suddenly heard his name.
...I am German Sparrow, you should know who I am. I got a treasure map and needed to hire some helpers. It's not that I'm afraid, but that I can't carry so much treasure by myself... A green-eyed man in his thirties held half a glass of liquor, saying to two men and women who didn't know whether it was a businessman or an adventurer in the corner.
Your name is German Sparo?
Treasure Map... Why does it sound like a scam... My hunt for clever words has been passed from Byyam to this side?
Well, it should be through telegrams and passengers, so many people know my name and deeds, but they don’t know what I look like... Then a liar seized this opportunity and pretended to be me and deceived... Klein suddenly moved closer.
The green-eyed man took a sip of the liquor and reslapped the cup to the table and said:
I don’t mind whether to refuse or agree, but I hate others asking me to wait!
Do you want to be the same as the 'sharp talker'?
A young man opposite said in fear:
I know you are a powerful adventurer...
so?The green-eyed man interrupted the other party's words.
At this moment, he felt his collar tightening, and was lifted up and threw it towards the door.
Klein didn't explain anything, and threw the guy out expressionlessly.
Then he pulled out his revolver, aimed at the place where the green-eyed man fell, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
As soon as the green-eyed man pounced on the ground, he saw sparks splashing from the ground under his crotch. He was so scared that he was so harsh that he had reached his mouth that he instantly flowed backwards and fled from the bar.
Without any other words, his weakness directly proved that he was not German Sparo.
Klein ignored the fool who was stunned, politely blew the gun and stuffed the revolver back into his armpit.
Then, he slowly walked towards the bar in a quiet atmosphere by the gunshots.
After leaving the manor and entering the villa, Audrey had a social gathering with the nobles here, she sent her servants to the Bavarian Bank to get a cash out.
At this point, she didn't need to worry anymore, and could easily repay the £2,000 owed to Mr. Fool and pay Mr. World 1,800 pounds derived from the psychologist's characteristics.
A quarter of an hour later, Audrey opened the bedroom door and glanced at Anne, the close maid who was supervising the work of the servants not far away. She looked down at the golden retriever squatting by the wall. She smiled and lowered her voice, and said with a glittering look:
Susie, you will have a gift later, are you looking forward to it?
If it were Audrey in the past, she would definitely say directly Susie, your gift has arrived, so the golden retriever will find that she can get real items in the room, which can easily make Susie, who has been studying the basics of mysticism recently, guess in the direction of ritual magic.
After a change of argument, things will become Audrey received a mysterious letter/message in the bedroom, confirming that the gift is about to arrive, which has so many possibilities.
Susie read Audrey's heartfelt joy and sincerity, and subconsciously opened her mouth, vibrated the air, made a sound, and asked what gift it was, but she keenly noticed that Audrey's close maid Anne came closer, so she was alert to give up her original idea.
She returned to the state of an ordinary dog, slowly wagging her tail to express her happy and expectant emotions.
After deliberately making excuses to go out for a walk, Audrey entered the chemistry laboratory specially assigned to her, and placed the characteristics and auxiliary materials of the psychologist on the long table one by one.
Susie, do you remember the process of disposing potions last time?She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and played the role of teacher with great interest.
Wang, remember!Susie already understood what her gift was, and she was very happy for a moment and spoke out.
Audrey casually said:
Try to make your own arrangement.
Susie looked down at her claws and suddenly became silent.
Audrey was stunned at first, and then she was silent for a short time.
After a few seconds, before the golden retriever opened her mouth, she pursed her lips and smiled slightly:
OK, Susie, don't have to speak, I know what you want to say, you want to express that you are just a dog and can't mix potions, right?
So awkward and awkward... At the same time, Audrey, who looks elegant and dignified, covered her face in her heart.
Wow!Susie nodded vigorously.
Audrey seized the opportunity, turned around, and soon prepared the psychologist's potion.
She had asked Susie before and knew that the other party had completely digested the potion this week on Wednesday.
It's been less than two months in total... Well, there's a lot of the reason why Susie is not attracted by attention. She can run around in the manor and villa, listen to other people's private discussions, and read the real thoughts of the maids... This is also good, she will share with me. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't know that many people's thoughts are so dark, but they are usually very normal and kind... Audrey poured the potion into the bowl and put it on the ground.
She watched Susie go over and began to lick her, and she felt a little expectation in her heart:
Susie may also be affected by the potion and experience emotional instability.
But it doesn't matter, Miss Audrey is ready to 'please' at any time!Well, I prefer the name ‘psychoanalysis’, which seems more professional.
Audrey's beautiful eyes were staring at Susie, the golden-retriever dog, seriously. She found that the other party's pupils were gradually fading and erected, and dark golden scales seemed to grow under the thick hair. The spirituality belonging to Susie was constantly spreading out, as if intertwined with the space of the entire villa.
After calming down her slightly nervous mood, Audrey focused on observing Susie's state. As long as the other party had a little abnormality, she would immediately use this extraordinary ability of psychoanalysis.
Suddenly, Susie's voice rang in her ears:
Audrey, I succeeded!
... Audrey didn't know what to say for a while.
……
In the dream, Daisy returned to the East Side, 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 Fleia working hard to wash clothes.
Daisy became happy and joined them and was responsible for the ironing.
Just then, she heard the knock on the door.
She turned her head and found that the visitor was a young man wearing a black and white police uniform.
The police officer Mo Fabi's eyes, with a slightly blurry appearance, held a notebook and a pen and asked:
In the Kaping case, what else is there to say besides the ones you have already told?
That's all a little important thing.Daisy answered quite confusedly.
The handsome police officer looked down at the notebook and said:
It doesn't matter, I'm willing to listen.
Daisy looked back at the clothes hanging, feeling that she seemed to have forgotten some advice.
She honestly described the trivial details and finally said:
...After I was kidnapped, my mom and sister commissioned a private detective to seek out someone, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty.He is a good person. Although he couldn't find me directly, he contacted the reporter afterwards to help me get the foundation's compensation...
The black-haired and blue-eyed police officer looked up again, looked at Daisy, and said with a warm smile:
Very good, I'm very satisfied with your answer.
Do you still remember the private detective?
Daisy nodded, and was unsurprising to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appear beside her.
The detective had a thick beard and gold-rimmed glasses, which was no different from what she looked like in her memory.
After a few deep glances from the police officer Mo Fabi Tong, Daisy didn't know when he left, nor did she know why the mother and sister in the room suddenly disappeared.
She ran in the East District, searching for the familiar figure, and finally woke up in intense depression and sadness, looking at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory, dull for several seconds.
Daisy didn't make a sound, turned her body sideways and buried most of her face in the pillow.
The edges of the pillow, the wet marks gradually expanded.
It was Leonard Mitchell who entered Daisy's dream. Although he investigated the common point of the two cases just to have his own time to do something, he still did not forget the perfunctory on the surface. As a result, he really discovered something wrong.
In the case of Ranhös and Kapin, there was a private detective named Sherlock Moriarty and his friend Mike Joseph reporter... Although they were just wandering on the edge of the matter, it was also the direction of investigation. Haha, that Sherlock Moriarty looked familiar. Which wanted criminal would it be?Leonard recalled what he saw in his dream, put on red gloves and entered the bottom of St. Samuel's church.
As soon as he greeted the team leader Soster, he saw a companion approaching and handed over two thin pieces of paper:
The situation of the red-eyed man in the Harvest Church you are going to investigate is here.
Thanks, have lunch together?Leonard asked with a smile.
The night-time person shrugged his shoulders and said:
No, as long as you stop letting me have nightmares.
make a deal.Leonard smiled and took over the information.
He stood there, without rushing to sit down, and he started to look around:
Emlin White, a vampire, is currently affiliated with the church of Mother Earth... He has been missing for a while, and his parents have commissioned private detectives to find it. According to a gentleman named Stuart, the matter was eventually resolved by detective Sherlock Moriarty.
The smile on Leonard's face gradually settled down and became quite serious.
Sherlock Moriarty?He repeated this name in his mind.
……
Klein was not in a hurry to find opportunities to play the role of a real person. He wandered around the port city of Olavi Island in the form of a traveler, seeking a brief relaxation in the tense and lack of space.
The city is mainly new immigrants in Roon, and the food style is not much different from the east coast of the Kingdom. The difference is that there are fresh and rare fruits and various seafood here, which is also a bit unique.
This place has rich natural resources and is at the critical point of a safe waterway. People live quite well, and even farmers in the suburbs can save a certain amount of savings through the orchard.
This is not to say that Olawi has no poor people and no bottom class, but this class is mainly served by the original slaves as the Ruhn Council has long passed the bill to abolish slavery.
Swallowing the juicy and sweet flesh, Klein looked at the darkening sky, turned the corner, and entered a bar called Sweet Lemon.
It is one of Olawi's most famous gathering places for adventurers, where Klein intends to combine the two remaining auxiliary materials of the Secret Master, the dragon-patterned tree bark and Sunia Golden Spring.
At this time, the bar was quite lively, and there were many people around the boxing ring holding cups and cheering loudly. At the tables around, people who seemed to be adventurers were whispering to communicate various rumors.
Klein was about to squeeze into the bar when he suddenly heard his name.
...I am German Sparrow, you should know who I am. I got a treasure map and needed to hire some helpers. It's not that I'm afraid, but that I can't carry so much treasure by myself... A green-eyed man in his thirties held half a glass of liquor, saying to two men and women who didn't know whether it was a businessman or an adventurer in the corner.
Your name is German Sparo?
Treasure Map... Why does it sound like a scam... My hunt for clever words has been passed from Byyam to this side?
Well, it should be through telegrams and passengers, so many people know my name and deeds, but they don’t know what I look like... Then a liar seized this opportunity and pretended to be me and deceived... Klein suddenly moved closer.
The green-eyed man took a sip of the liquor and reslapped the cup to the table and said:
I don’t mind whether to refuse or agree, but I hate others asking me to wait!
Do you want to be the same as the 'sharp talker'?
A young man opposite said in fear:
I know you are a powerful adventurer...
so?The green-eyed man interrupted the other party's words.
At this moment, he felt his collar tightening, and was lifted up and threw it towards the door.
Klein didn't explain anything, and threw the guy out expressionlessly.
Then he pulled out his revolver, aimed at the place where the green-eyed man fell, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
As soon as the green-eyed man pounced on the ground, he saw sparks splashing from the ground under his crotch. He was so scared that he was so harsh that he had reached his mouth that he instantly flowed backwards and fled from the bar.
Without any other words, his weakness directly proved that he was not German Sparo.
Klein ignored the fool who was stunned, politely blew the gun and stuffed the revolver back into his armpit.
Then, he slowly walked towards the bar in a quiet atmosphere by the gunshots.
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