A unique broad chin, the bun of an ancient knight, and eyes with a cold smile … Xio Derecha was half-sitting on the sofa as she carefully studied the sketch that Audrey had given her.
In her eyes, it was a living, walking gold pound sterling.
After etching the appearance of the Great Pirate Zillinges into her mind, she continued reading the additional description.
"Brown hair, dark green eyes."
"The portrait is only for reference because the target has the ability to transform into someone else. The duration is unknown."
The portrait is only for reference … The target can transform into someone else … Only for reference, transforming into someone else … Then why do I have to memorize the contents of the sketch so seriously … Xio's expression froze, as though she could sense World's evil intentions.
She looked up in confusion at Fors Wall, who was lazily lying on the sofa opposite her.
She muttered to herself, "There's no way to find him. I don't know what he looks like. All I know is that he's a foreigner. The number of foreigners who come to Baekeland every day is uncountable."
Fors exerted strength from her waist in an attempt to sit up, but she failed miserably after three attempts.
"I'm just an apprentice, not an arbiter …" she mumbled as she pressed down on the sofa's backrest, successfully moving from lying to sitting.
"Perhaps that lady thinks we're prophets?" Fors joked.
Xio was about to answer when she suddenly realized that there were many additional descriptions.
She read them out softly.
"Suggested to search through the following channels:
"1. Zillinges has a sinister item on him. Every other day, he will devour the flesh, blood, and soul of a living person. Consider a missing tramp."
"2. Gather information on Zillinges in detail and summarize his unique hobbies and behavior patterns."
"3. A person's facial features may change, but as long as they don't undergo special training, they will always act like themselves, such as their favorite food, walking style, habitual actions, and more details."
Fors nodded slightly when she heard that.
"Miss Audrey isn't as simple and innocent as the rumors say. She has a meticulous heart and calm observation skills."
"Really?" Xio asked with uncertainty. Without expecting an answer, she suggested, "I'll be in charge of gathering the information. You summarize that pile of gold pounds, no, that pirate admiral's hobbies and characteristics?"
Fors's eyes widened. She shook the iron box of cigarettes in her hand and said,
"How can you bear to do that? How could you have the heart to let a delicate and sensitive writer do such a thing? "
Xio glanced at her friend and subconsciously revealed a convincing aura.
"Your 'Stormwind Mountain Villa' has a very interesting reasoning content."
Fors shrank her shoulders, lowered her head, and looked at the coffee table.
"Do you know how many hairs I lost and how many times I lost sleep because of that reasoning?"
She quickly raised her head and glanced at Xio Derecha. She then lowered her head again and mumbled,
"Life is very short. There are too many things that need to be done. Why should we waste our time on such boring and tedious work?"
Very reasonable … Xio nearly nodded in agreement. It wasn't easy for her to maintain her dignity as an Arbiter.
"Then do you have any other way to solve this problem?" She suppressed her voice, making her young voice sound deep.
Fors thought seriously for more than ten seconds before suddenly looking up.
She suddenly raised her head and said, "We can get a professional to do it! After you gather the information on Rear Admiral Hurricane, we can erase his name and take it to an excellent detective. We can get him to summarize and deduce. All we need to do is to pay a consultation fee! "
Why didn't I think of that … Xio's mind went blank. She and Fors looked at each other without saying a word.
When the atmosphere became a little awkward, she cleared her throat and said, "We'll do as you suggested."
With that said, she quickly added, "We'll do as you suggested."
With that said, she quickly added, "We'll do as you suggested.
The consultation fee will be paid by you! "
…
Howes Street, Divination Club.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." The beautiful lady in charge of entertaining them, Angelica, looked ahead in surprise. "You rarely come on Fridays."
Klein, who was exhausted from investigating the houses with the red chimney, smiled and said, "Fate won't keep repeating itself.
"Fate will not always repeat itself. It will always bring us some surprises."
He happened to be passing by, and it was time for the rental carriage to be hired. Hence, he came up to drink some black tea and rest.
In addition, this was also his last preparation. With his new "experience" at the Divination Club, he could logically submit a special application to Dunn Smith.
"Your words are always filled with philosophy," Angelica praised sincerely.
Klein thought for a moment and said after some deliberation, "I might not come to the club much in the future.
"I might not come to the club often in the future, so you don't need to recommend me to others."
After digesting the potion, he had to move on to a new goal!
"Why?" Angelica said in surprise and confusion. "You are already very famous in the club. Most people know that your divination is very accurate and magical. We are even considering inviting you to be our Sunday lecturer."
If I get a pound for every divination, I'll grit my teeth and persevere no matter how tiring it is … Also, I have to go to a few houses with red chimneys and try to find the mastermind as soon as possible … Klein smiled warmly.
"Ma 'am, don't hold me back. This is fate's arrangement."
"It's not that I won't come to the club anymore. It's just that I'll reduce the frequency. My membership fee will still be paid on time."
Since it can be reimbursed … I'll still come here occasionally to monitor the place … Klein silently added.
"How regretful. I hope that you will come to the club when I'm lost." Angelica sighed.
After the initial shock, she realized that she wasn't as surprised as she had imagined.
Perhaps a club in Tingen can't have such a magical Seer who respects fate for long … Angelica smiled as though she was in thought.
"Sibe black tea?"
"Yes." Klein replied with a smile.
He sat in the club for more than ten minutes, rested a little, drank the black tea, and left. He took a tracked public carriage back to Daffodil Street.
When he entered, he habitually opened his mailbox and saw a letter that had just been delivered.
Opening it, Klein realized that the letter was from Mr. Aztec.
"… I will be heading to Morse Town on Sunday and will return on Wednesday."
The townspeople of Morse Town generally believe in the Goddess … Going on a Sunday means that the Nighthawks will only receive the news on Tuesday or Wednesday according to the usual efficiency. I'll be able to make it in time … Mr. Aztec actually remembered my request … I hope he also remembers not to appear personally. He can just summon a ghost to scare them … Klein nodded indiscernibly. He spewed out his spirituality and ignited the letter by rubbing it.
With a flick of his hand, the flames turned to ash and slowly fell to the ground.
…
On Saturday morning, Klein wore a black windbreaker and a half top hat. He held a silver-inlaid cane as he leisurely walked into the Blackthorn Security Company.
After greeting Rozanne, he looked at the partition and saw that the door to the Captain's office was open, so he deliberately didn't control his volume.
He deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Yesterday evening, at the Divination Club, I saw a girl who looked like you."
"Really?" Roshan asked with interest.
Klein nodded without sincerity and replied, "Really, I even thought she was your sister."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have any sisters, not even cousins." Roshan giggled. "Do you remember her name?"
"No, why would I remember her name?" Klein chuckled. "Seeing you is no different from seeing her."
"Can I understand that you are complimenting me?" Roshan never needed someone to start a conversation. She took the initiative to ask, "Klein, you must have earned quite a lot from the Divination Club, right? As a true Seer, your standard is not something other amateurs can compare to. "
If we don't talk about this, we can still be good colleagues … Klein coughed and said,
"Seers have to fear fate. They cannot use divination to seek abnormal benefits."
"Are you concluding your Seer maxim?" Roshan asked curiously.
"Yes," Klein answered frankly.
After chatting with her for a while, he waved goodbye, took his hat, and walked to the partition.
Knock, knock, knock. He looked at Dunn Smith, who was busy making coffee, and gently knocked on the open door.
"Please come in." Dunn raised his head to look at him, and hurriedly adjusted his posture.
Klein had been testing the Captain for the past two days and confirmed that Dunn Smith hadn't mentioned it to anyone while trying the "acting method." It was obvious that he was wary of the upper echelons of the Church.
Thus, he closed the door behind him and sat opposite her. His expression was solemn, but there was a hint of excitement in it.
With a solemn expression, he said with some excitement, "Captain, I feel that I have completely mastered the Seer potion."
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