Emlyn shot a glance at Ian, raised his hand to pinch the tip of his nose, and chuckled.
"From the looks of it, you don't understand. Alright, a simpler description is to help me gather information on foreigners from the Southern Continent, especially from the Star Highlands and Paz Valley."
"What kind of information is it? There are quite a number of purebred Southern Continent people in Baekeland, and it's common to see those with the corresponding bloodline. "Ian wasn't angered by the contempt as he calmly raised his question.
Emlyn chuckled and said, "The more abnormal ones.
The ones that act suspiciously and mysteriously. You should know what I'm talking about. "
"There are definitely quite a number of highlanders and valley people that match your description. In Baekeland, they are either servants, workers, thieves, or join gangs. And the latter all satisfy the requirements of acting suspiciously and acting suspiciously." Ian sincerely pointed out the impracticality of Emlyn's request.
However, Emlyn was already prepared for this. With an indiscernible smile, he nodded slightly and said, "How about this?
Give me all the information that meets the requirements, and I'll filter them myself. Yes, I'll pay you fifty pounds for this commission as the basic fee for the preliminary investigations. The subsequent fees will be calculated based on how much of the information you gather has value. You'll pay an additional twenty pounds for every piece. "
"Who decides if it has value or not?" Ian thought for a few seconds before asking.
With his initial income of fifty pounds, he could actually accept the commission. This sum of money was enough to hire more than ten people to investigate from East Borough to Cherwood Borough for half a month from morning to night.
He didn't care how much he could earn from the fifty pounds, because many people relied on him to survive. He needed to arrange paid jobs for them from time to time. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to keep up with the latest news.
Emlyn sized up Ian and scoffed.
"Of course it's me. You should know my reputation very well."
"Detective Moriarty didn't tell me that …" Ian mumbled and sighed. "Alright, it was quite a pleasant cooperation the last time we worked together. I choose to trust you."
Emlyn nodded in satisfaction, took out his wallet, and counted the total denomination of fifty pounds.
During this process, Emlyn felt a little reluctant when he realized that he only had 407 pounds left in his savings.
Now it's 357 pounds … He retracted his gaze from the notes and handed the cash in his hand to Ian.
He didn't stay any longer. He put on his top hat, walked out of the billiard room, and left Bravehearts Bar.
On the street, Emlyn released his finger that was pinching his nose and looked up at the burning clouds. His expression gradually turned solemn as he silently muttered to himself,
"That wraith isn't around this time … Where did it go?
"Hmph, Ian acted as if he had never heard of Rose School, but his accelerated heartbeat betrayed him …
"Also, he didn't even ask if Sherlock Moriarty had returned to Baekeland. He wasn't worried at all … Could it be that Sherlock had already returned to Baekeland and met with him?"
…
Rorsted Archipelago, City of Generosity, Bayam.
Outside a house near the harbor that was lit up with gas wall lamps, Admiral of Stars Cattleya walked to an empty corner with Frank Lee, who had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his brown hair. She watched as a figure emerged from the shadows.
This was Bloodless Heath Doyle, who was in charge of monitoring Artisan Charve. He was thin and tall, and his skin was so pale that it was almost translucent. He looked weak, like he would collapse at any moment.
"Have there been any abnormalities during this period of time?" Cattleya nudged the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose bridge.
Heath Doyle tersely acknowledged and said, "Three days after you left, a stranger came to visit Charve.
"On the third day after you left, a stranger came to visit Cielf. He stayed for about fifteen minutes. I didn't go near him for fear of being discovered.
"According to your instructions, Captain, I got my men to tail the stranger, but they were thrown off."
"What does the stranger look like?" Cattleya nodded slightly.
Heath Doyle took out a piece of raw beef from a leather bag by his waist. The blood on it was still fresh, but it didn't contaminate anything it touched. It was as though it had turned into a pure solid.
Right on the heels of that, the piece of beef melted in Heath Doyle's hand and dripped to the ground like water. It squirmed as though it had a life of its own, drawing out a portrait.
"This is the effect I wanted!" Frank Lee looked at this scene with bright eyes as he expressed his thoughts in excitement.
Under his gaze, Heath Doyle had the intention to dodge. He tilted his body slightly and pointed to the ground.
"Something like this."
At this moment, a blood-colored portrait had already taken form. The main body was a man with a mustache. His facial features resembled those of the Paz River Valley's race. His greatest characteristic was the three studs in each of his ears.
"Studs made of gold. He's lean and doesn't have much fat, but he's very healthy," Heath Doyle added.
Cattleya then retracted her gaze from the ground.
"And then?"
Heath Doyle tersely acknowledged again.
"No one came to visit Charve after that, apart from the temporary servants and chefs he hired. I've arranged for my men to investigate them, and there's nothing wrong with them.
"Charve would take a stroll in the evening every day and find a street girl to bring home. He would only let her leave at daybreak … I've been tailing him all this time, but I didn't discover any strange people he came into contact with."
"He's been behaving normally all this time?" Cattleya asked with a frown.
From her point of view, not having any abnormalities was the greatest abnormality!
After all, this involved a Rose School member who believed in the Primordial Moon.
Heath Doyle nodded affirmatively.
"Yes."
Cattleya turned her head to look at the house's main entrance and pondered for a moment.
After pondering for a moment, she said, "I originally planned on using my Beyonder powers to infiltrate and control Charve as quickly as possible to take him away to prevent any accidents. But from the looks of it, the best method is to directly knock on the door."
Unknown danger was the most terrifying.
"Captain, I'll go with you." Frank Lee recalled that he had been busy with experiments recently and hadn't done what a first mate should do for a long time, so he hurriedly requested.
As Cattleya took off her thick glasses and hung them on the belt of her black mage robe, she nodded.
She nodded and said, "Alright."
With that said, she left the dark corner and walked towards the front door of Charve's residence.
As she approached, she looked up at the crimson moon that pierced through the clouds. She bent her finger and knocked on the door thrice.
Before long, a series of footsteps approached as the door creaked open.
Artisan Charve didn't look any different from the last time. He was still thin and dark, and his eye bags were a little puffy. His brown eyes were trying his best to squeeze out a smile.
"Admiral, what's the matter this time?"
He stood at the door, blocking the light from the gas wall lamp behind him. It made the area appear dark, as though he was immersed in the shadows.
Cattleya stared at him for a few seconds and slowly said, "I have a new idea.
"I have a new idea. I intend to make you part of my crew."
Her feet did not move, and she had no intention of entering the door.
Artisan Charve's expression contorted as his tone suddenly turned a little sinister.
"Why?"
Cattleya's gaze suddenly froze. She then slowly opened her mouth and said,
"Because I am a pirate."
Pirates didn't need a reason. If they wanted to do something, they would do it.
Charve's facial muscles twitched, and a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes again.
"I can be your sailor, but as a craftsman, I can be more useful in the big city."
"I agree with you." Cattleya destroyed his will to resist. "But before that, you need to spend some time on my Future and become companions with others."
Charve's expression slowly turned cold as he replied with a slightly ethereal voice,
"I'm afraid that I won't be able to control myself. I have a strong desire to reproduce every day …"
"A strong desire to reproduce?" Frank Lee's eyes lit up at the side as he asked in confirmation.
Charve was stunned, and he actually didn't know whether he should nod or shake his head.
Frank then looked at Admiral of Stars Cattleya and asked in excitement, "What's going on?
"Captain, this is my experimental assistant?
"I really like this trait of his!"
Cattleya was silent for a few seconds before she slowly and solemnly nodded.
"Yes."
Frank immediately revealed a hearty smile and extended his right hand towards Artisan Charve.
"Nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. I'm the first mate of the Future, Frank Lee."
Cielf's expression returned to normal. He shook hands with the man in puzzlement before saying, "I'm not sure.
"Are you really going to stay on the Future for a period of time?"
"I guarantee it on my reputation," Cattleya replied sincerely, and added inwardly, "Don't worry about it.
It won't be long before the Queen personally comes to deal with your problem …
"Well, I can't beat you anyway." Charve shrugged. "Please allow me to pack my personal belongings."
He took two steps back, turned around, and walked towards the staircase at the end of the hall.
As he walked, he suddenly came to a stop. With his back facing Cattleya and Frank Lee, he said casually and leisurely, "Don't worry.
"The moonlight tonight is as beautiful as ever, isn't it?"
Without waiting for a response, he continued forward and disappeared at the top of the stairs.
Only now did Cattleya's expression become more and more serious.
After Charve opened the door, she had already noticed his abnormality with her own eyes.
If Charve's spirit body was that of a normal human in the past, then he was now a Siamese!
Under the illumination of the moonlight, the 'conjoined twins' were growing rapidly.
This isn't a problem that I can solve. I have to write to the queen and tell her. Also, I can't forget German Sparrow's request to meet me … Cattleya sighed silently and subconsciously looked up.
High up in the sky, the clouds were thin, and the red moon was bright and quiet.
…
Baekeland, Hillston Borough. East Balam Military Veteran Officers Clubhouse.
Dawn Dantès and Member of Parliament Macht alighted from their carriages and entered the foyer together.
PS: Requesting for a guaranteed monthly ticket at the beginning of the month ~
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