The Kingdom of Rouen, the capital of East Chester County, Stoen City.
After leaving the manor and entering the villa, Audrey finished socializing with the nobles there and sent a servant to withdraw a sum of cash from the Varvat Bank.
At this point, she didn't need to worry about anything. She could easily repay the 2,000 pounds she owed Mr. Fool's Blessed and pay Mr. World the 1,800 pounds that stemmed from the Psychiatrist characteristic.
Fifteen minutes later, Audrey opened the bedroom door and glanced at her personal maid, Annie, who was supervising the servants. She then looked down at the golden retriever that was squatting by the wall. With a smile, she suppressed her voice and said with sparkling eyes, "Susie, you'll have a gift later.
"Susie, you will have a gift later. Are you looking forward to it?"
If it were the Audrey of the past, she would've definitely said, "Susie, your gift is here." This way, the golden retriever would've discovered that she could also obtain the real item in the room. And this would easily make Susie, who had been studying the basics of mysticism, guess that it was in the direction of ritualistic magic.
With a different explanation, the matter would become that Audrey had received a mysterious letter/message in her bedroom, confirming that the gift was about to be delivered. There were too many possibilities.
Susie read Audrey's joy and sincerity from the bottom of her heart. She subconsciously opened her mouth and vibrated the air to produce a sound to ask what the gift was. However, she acutely noticed that Audrey's personal maid, Annie, had come over. She cautiously gave up on her original thoughts.
She returned to the state of an ordinary dog and slowly wagged her tail to express her joy and anticipation.
After deliberately finding an excuse to take a stroll outside, Audrey entered the chemistry laboratory that was specially assigned to her. She placed the Psychiatrist characteristic and supplementary ingredients on the long table.
"Susie, do you still remember the process of concocting the potion?" She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and played the role of a teacher with great interest.
"Woof, I remember!" Susie already knew what her gift was. She was instantly overjoyed as she barked.
Audrey said, "Try concocting it yourself."
"Try concocting it yourself."
Susie looked down at her paws and suddenly fell silent.
Audrey was stunned at first, and then she also fell silent for a short while.
After a few seconds, before the golden retriever could open its mouth, she pursed her lips and smiled in a normal manner.
"Alright, Susie, you don't have to say anything. I know what you want to say. You want to express that you're just a dog and can't make potions, right?"
'So awkward, so awkward …' At the same time, the elegant and dignified Audrey covered her face inwardly.
"Woof!" Susie nodded vigorously.
Audrey took the opportunity to turn around and quickly concoct the Psychiatrist potion.
She had previously asked Susie, and she knew that she had completely digested the potion on Wednesday.
It hasn't even been two months … Yes, a large part of the reason is that Susie doesn't receive much attention. She can run around the manor and villa as she pleases, eavesdrop on private discussions, and "read" the maids' true thoughts … This is quite good. She shares it with me. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have known that many people have such a dark side to their thoughts. Yet, they are usually very normal and kind … Audrey poured the potion into a bowl and placed it on the ground.
She watched as Susie walked over and began licking it. She couldn't help but feel a little anticipation.
Susie might also be affected by the potion and experience emotional instability.
But it's fine. Miss Psychiatrist Audrey is already prepared. She can use Placate at any time! Yes, I prefer the name 'Psychoanalysis.' It sounds more professional.
Audrey's beautiful emerald-like eyes stared seriously at Susie. She discovered that her pupils were gradually fading and turning vertical. Dark golden scales seemed to grow under her thick fur, and the spirituality that belonged to Susie was constantly spreading out, as though it was intertwining with the entire villa's space.
After calming down her slightly nervous emotions, Audrey focused on observing Susie's condition. As long as she showed any abnormalities, she would immediately use the Beyonder power of Psychoanalysis.
Suddenly, Susie's voice sounded in her ear.
"Audrey, I did it!"
"…" Audrey was momentarily at a loss for words.
…
In the dream, Daisy returned to East Borough, to the old apartment she had lived in for many years.
She pushed open the door and saw her mother, Liv, and sister, Freja, diligently washing clothes.
Daisy was instantly delighted and was about to join them in ironing.
Just then, she heard knocking on the door.
She turned her head and saw that the visitor was a young man in a black and white checkered police uniform.
The police officer had black hair and green eyes. His face was a little blurry. He held a notebook and pen and asked,
"In Capim's case, apart from what you've already said, what else did you not say?"
"Those are all unimportant things," Daisy replied rather muddleheadedly.
The handsome police officer lowered his head to look at his notebook.
"It's okay, I'm willing to listen."
Darcy turned around to look at the clothes hanging on the wall, feeling as if she had forgotten to remind him of something.
She honestly described the trivial details, and finally said:
"… After I was kidnapped, my mother and sister hired a private detective. He was Mr. Sherlock Moriarty. He's a good man. Although he didn't look for me directly, he contacted the reporters after the incident and helped me fight for compensation from the foundation … "
The black-haired, green-eyed officer looked up again and glanced at Daisy.
"Very good, I am very satisfied with your answer.
"Do you still remember what that private detective looked like?"
Daisy nodded and wasn't surprised to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appear beside her.
This great detective had a thick beard and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was no different from how she remembered him.
After the black-haired, green-eyed officer sized her up, Daisy didn't know when he had left, nor did she know why her mother and sister had suddenly disappeared.
She ran through East Borough, searching for a familiar figure. In the end, she woke up in intense depression and sadness. Looking at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory, she fell into a daze for a few seconds.
Daisy didn't make a sound. She turned her body and buried most of her face into the pillow.
On the edge of the pillow, the wet marks gradually widened.
It was Leonard Mitchell who entered Darcy's dream. Although the reason he investigated the two cases was so that he could have some time to do some things, he didn't forget to pretend to be perfunctory. In the end, he really found something wrong.
In both the Lanevus and Capim cases, the private detective named Sherlock Moriarty and his friend, Reporter Mike Joseph, appeared … Although they're only lingering on the periphery of the matter, it's still a direction of investigation. Heh, that Sherlock Moriarty looks a little familiar. Which wanted criminal could he be? Leonard recalled what he had seen in his dream, wore his red gloves, and entered the bottom of Saint Samuel Cathedral.
He had just greeted his team leader, Sostel, when he saw a companion approach and hand him two thin pieces of paper.
"The red-eyed man from the Harvest Church that you wanted to investigate is all here."
"Thank you. Shall we have lunch together?" Leonard asked with a smile.
The Nighthawk shrugged.
"No, as long as you don't give me nightmares anymore."
"Deal." Leonard smiled as he received the information.
He stood in his spot and wasn't in a rush to sit down. He casually flipped through it.
"Emlyn White, a vampire. He's currently part of the Church of Earth Mother … He once went missing for a period of time. His parents hired a private detective to search for him. According to a gentleman named Stuart, this matter was finally resolved by the great detective, Sherlock Moriarty."
The smile on Leonard's face gradually sank as he turned rather solemn.
Sherlock Moriarty? He repeated the name inwardly.
…
Klein wasn't in a rush to find an opportunity to act. He wandered the port city of Oravi Island as a tourist, seeking a brief moment of relaxation in his tense life.
This city was mainly populated by new immigrants from Rouen. The food style wasn't much different from the east coast of the kingdom. The difference was that there were rare fruits and all kinds of seafood here. It was quite unique.
The city was rich in natural resources, and it was located at a critical point of safe sea routes. People led rather good lives. Even the farmers in the suburbs could save up a certain amount of money through their orchards.
This didn't mean that Oravi didn't have poor people or people of the lower class. It was just that this class was mainly made up of former slaves. The Rouen Parliament had long passed a bill to abolish slavery.
After swallowing the juicy and sweet fruit pulp, Klein looked at the darkening sky. He turned a corner and entered a bar named Sweet Lemon.
It was one of the most famous gathering spots for adventurers in Oravi. Klein planned on gathering the remaining two supplementary ingredients for a Marionettist — the rather common dragon-patterned tree bark and Sonia Golden Spring water.
At that moment, the bar was already rather lively. There were many people around the boxing ring holding cups as they cheered loudly. At the surrounding tables, people who appeared to be adventurers were exchanging all sorts of rumors in hushed tones.
Klein was about to squeeze his way to the bar when he suddenly heard his name.
"… I'm German Sparrow. You should know who I am. I've obtained a treasure map, and I need to hire some helpers. It's not that I'm afraid, but I can't carry that many treasures by myself …" A green-eyed man in his thirties said to the two men and two women who were either merchants or adventurers.
You're also called German Sparrow? Treasure map … Why does it sound like a scam … News of me killing Wormtongue has spread from Bayam to here? Hmm, it should be through telegrams and travelers. So, many people know my name and deeds, but they don't know what I look like … Then, a swindler took this opportunity to pretend to be me … Klein came to a realization and moved closer.
The green-eyed man drank a mouthful of strong liquor and slammed the cup heavily on the table.
"I don't mind if you refuse or agree, but I hate it when people make me wait!
"Do you want to end up like Wormtongue?"
A young man opposite him spoke with some fear.
"I know you are a powerful adventurer …"
"So?" The green-eyed man cut him off.
At this moment, he felt his collar tighten as he was lifted up and thrown to the door.
Klein didn't explain as he threw the fellow out with a deadpan expression.
Then, he pulled out his revolver and aimed at the spot where the green-eyed man fell. Without any qualms, he pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Just as the green-eyed man plopped to the ground, he saw sparks splatter from the ground beneath him. He was so frightened that he instantly swallowed the vicious words he was about to say as he scrambled out of the bar.
There was no need for any other words. His weakness directly proved that he wasn't German Sparrow.
Klein ignored the dumbfounded victim and politely blew at the muzzle before stuffing the revolver back into his armpit.
Following that, he slowly walked to the bar counter amidst the silent atmosphere that had been shocked by the gunshot.
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