Dorian drew the curtains and made the office dim. Then, he sat down.
He held the crystal ball in his left hand and touched the top with his right palm, stroking it back and forth. He kept murmuring as if he was murmuring.
Gradually, the spots in the crystal ball became brighter and more obvious, as if the night sky was casting a reflection.
The stars that were often used to determine the direction of fate and life appeared one after another, forming a three-dimensional astrolabe. There were also many revelations from the Spiritual World that seemed to be symbolic symbols.
Dorian Gray finally stopped what he was doing and looked at it intently.
She didn't lie … That's indeed the trajectory of things … She seems to be able to bring about certain changes to the House of Abraham, optimistic changes … The light in the crystal ball gradually dimmed. Dorian stood up and made a decision in his heart.
Lunchtime, in the Four-Winged Bird Restaurant.
In front of Fors was a deep-fried fish that had been sprinkled with rosemary. Its skin was crispy and fragrant, and the meat was delicious. It didn't have any fine bones, making it rather delicious. The only problem was that the chef's aesthetic was very odd. He kept the fish's bulging eyes, and with the way he presented the dish, he made them look up at the same time, as though expressing his indignation towards death.
Fors pushed the fish head down, cut off the tail, and covered the eye that was looking up.
At this moment, Dorian Gray moved his knife and fork and said casually, "Aulisa was very fond of mysticism and had done some research in this area.
"Aulisa was very fond of occultism and had done some research in it. When you were packing up her belongings, did you see any related books, notes, or items?"
"There were some notes and books," Fors answered frankly. "I became a mysticism enthusiast because of this, but unfortunately, I couldn't understand some of the content at all."
For example, "Sights in the Spirit World." Not only is it absurd, but it's also illogical and doesn't convey its meaning. Even if I force myself to continue reading it and calm my anxiety in a regular manner, it's difficult to remember the contents. I'll forget it after reading it, much less understand it … Fors added inwardly.
Dorian nodded slightly and laughed.
"Then you can ask me. I'm also a mysticism enthusiast, the relatively proficient kind."
"Really? That's great! "Fors chimed in.
Seeing that she was indeed interested, Dorian immediately changed the topic to mysticism. Sometimes, he mentioned the Spirit World, and other times, he talked about his Cogitation experiences. He was already prepared for this. When he entered the restaurant, he deliberately chose a quiet and secluded spot. He wasn't afraid that their conversation would be overheard by the customers around them.
At the end of lunch, Dorian took the initiative to suggest:
"I didn't know how to express my gratitude, but now I don't have to worry about this problem anymore. Hehe, although Lawrence gave you a reward, I don't think it's enough to match your kindness, kindness, and trustworthiness.
"Ms. Wall, you can write to me if you have any questions in the field of mysticism. This is my humble thanks."
"That's exactly what I want." Fors didn't refuse.
From the exchange just now, she could clearly tell that Dorian Gray had a solid and rich system of mysticism knowledge. As expected of a member of the ancient House of Abraham.
And this was also considered Fors's shortcoming. Although she had grasped quite a bit of general knowledge about the Beyonder World, it came from a few books and notes that weren't considered in-depth, as well as the scattered words she had heard from various encounters at various gatherings. It wasn't comprehensive enough, systematic, and flawed.
Upon hearing her answer, Dorian raised her cup and smiled.
"I hope that one day, we can also possess mysterious and extraordinary powers."
…
North Borough of Baekeland, Saint Samuel Cathedral.
A group of people in black trench coats and red gloves entered the underground area. Leading them was a man in his forties. He had soft facial features and long hair at his temples.
He wore an exaggerated top hat and held a black cane inlaid with gold. He quietly followed behind the Nighthawks leading the way and entered a rather spacious room.
There were bookshelves in the room, with many dossiers placed on them. A woman in a black robe with blue eyeshadow and blush sat leisurely on a high-back chair. She didn't get up to welcome them. She was none other than the former Spirit Medium, Daly.
"Sostel, the information you need is over there." Daly pointed at the table by the door with her chin.
The middle-aged man known as Sostel smiled.
"Daly, why were you sent to guard this place? You should be in charge of more important matters. "
"No, this is my own idea. I need to settle down and read more information." Daly chuckled in a low voice. "This is for better progress. Human beings are fragile creatures, and they need a certain period of peace. No one can always be at the peak and enjoy excitement and pleasure."
"… Your style really hasn't changed. It's a pity that you never give me a chance." Soest couldn't help but laugh.
Daly shook her head seriously.
"Obviously, you don't understand me. My hobbies are even more curious now. If you can turn yourself into a rotten corpse or expose your white bones, then I will definitely be interested in you."
She turned to look at a Red Glove standing behind Sostel. "Leonard, why did you choose to join his team? This guy is arrogant, arrogant, and cowardly. He always fantasizes that the lady he likes will take the initiative to lie in bed and wait for him. Frankly speaking, maybe this is the characteristic of a Nightmare? "
When she mentioned Nightmare, Daly paused for a moment.
Leonard replied helplessly,
"Ma 'am Daly, this was arranged by His Excellency Cesimir."
"Is that so … I can tell that you agree with my views on Sostel," Daly concluded with a slightly hoarse voice.
"…" Leonard was momentarily at a loss for an explanation.
Fortunately, Soul Assurer Sostel didn't mind Daly's words. He walked to the table filled with information and picked up a dossier to read. Leonard and company immediately surrounded him and mimicked their deacon.
Amidst the long sound of paper flipping, Sostel casually asked, "What's the latest situation in Baekeland?
What do you think is worth paying attention to? " Daly's eyes flickered slightly as she thought for a moment.
Daly's eyes flickered as she thought for a moment.
"A few Beyonders who work with us have sent news that many people have recently been searching for an organization that believes in The Fool, and they've given the corresponding honorific name …"
After describing The Fool's honorific name in Rouen, she chuckled.
"I think I'm witnessing the birth of a brand new cult. Of course, it might be the incarnation of an old friend.
"Sostel, what do you think?"
Sostel gave it some serious thought.
"No, I've never heard of such an organization."
At this moment, Leonard looked up from the dossier and pondered for a moment before saying,
"Could this be related to the two tarot rituals we're investigating?
"The Fool is the first and most important card of tarot cards!"
Daly was stunned for a second and nodded thoughtfully.
"Your idea is very interesting …"
"But there's no evidence for this. It's pure conjecture. It can't even be considered a deduction," Sostel said in disagreement.
Leonard smiled.
"Rosell The Great once said, make bold assumptions, and verify them carefully."
…
Hillston Borough, Quelaag Club.
After leaving the Harvest Church, Klein had rushed here. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the equestrian teacher, Talim Dumont, sitting in a secluded spot, deep in thought.
Seeing that lunch was still a while away, Klein leaned over and greeted him with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Talim. You seem to have encountered another problem?"
Talim jolted awake and hurriedly shook his head.
"No, no."
You seem to have done something shameful? Klein muttered to himself and sat down. He then smiled.
"It's a pity that Allen and Mike aren't here. Otherwise, we would have had another pleasant afternoon."
Talim smiled as well.
"They're all very busy and have very little free time."
Without waiting for Klein to speak, he looked around and said,
"Sherlock, an important figure is very interested in you after hearing about your deeds. He wants to meet you. Are you willing?
"Frankly speaking, I'm really envious of this. This is a very rare opportunity."
Wait, what deeds could I have? Help Mrs. Mary catch an adulterer? Accompany Reporter Mike to a brothel? Even though I went to East Borough a few times, I didn't do anything impressive … At most, you only know that I contributed to the serial murders and helped Dr. Aaron resolve the problem of his nightmares by providing advice … Klein was confused by what he heard.
After two seconds, he suddenly understood the reason.
It must be that when the important figure asked Talim if he knew any outstanding detectives, he could only think of me, so he took the initiative to add some descriptions that sounded impressive. For example, in the serial murders, the real person who solved the case behind the scenes. In the case of Mrs. Mary's ex-husband and his mistress transferring the Coim Company's assets, I'm a detective with great mobility, a keen sense of smell, and a precise strike … This is business flattery … Klein sighed inwardly.
He deliberated for a moment and said, "Talim, I'm sorry.
"Talim, I'm sorry. As a detective, I have my own principles, and that is to try my best not to get involved in matters involving important figures. To the upper echelons of society, a small sneeze might very well bring me an unbearable disaster.
"I don't label myself, so I won't meet that important figure."
This was actually something Klein had thought of before he became a detective.
Once he got involved with high society, it would be easy for people to dig into him. Before he became a Faceless, he didn't want to take such a risk.
"… You're very rational," Talim said after some thought. "That important figure expected such a reaction and believes that such a detective is more trustworthy, so he hopes that you will accept a commission that doesn't involve high society."
"What commission?" Klein asked.
Talim chuckled.
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