After turning his body to the side and avoiding a drunkard who was barging in, Emlyn flicked his clothes with a frown and continued squeezing towards the bar counter.
During this process, he didn't seem to do anything, but he was always able to prevent the customers around him from touching him. Be it his speed, agility, or his balance and coordination, they had reached a rather terrifying level.
Finally, Emlyn came to the bar counter and rapped on the wooden board.
"Where's Ian?"
The bartender glanced at him and didn't say a word as he continued wiping the glasses with his head lowered.
"…" Emlyn stood rooted to the ground, feeling that he had done something wrong to not receive the answer he expected. This made him a little angry out of humiliation. He had the urge to reach out his hand and pull the bartender out.
However, he believed that it was ungentlemanly, so he suppressed his emotions and looked around, only to discover that everyone was drinking.
After some thought, Emlyn probed, "That's right.
"A glass of Aurmir red wine."
The bartender stopped wiping the glasses and looked up at the black-haired, red-eyed handsome man with an odd look.
"No."
This was the best red wine in the World. The price was astonishing!
Emlyn wasn't a fool. From the bartender's eyes, he realized that he had ordered something he shouldn't have.
He carefully recalled and said, "A glass of Southville beer."
"Five pence." The bartender finally put down the glass and rag.
Emlyn took out a one-soli note and said, "There's no need for change."
"Thank you."
"Thanks." The bartender pointed to the left and said, "Ian is in Card Room 1."
Emlyn immediately smiled, feeling happy and proud that he had solved a real problem. Without taking the glass of Southville beer, he turned around and walked to Card Room 1. Knock!
Knock! Knock! He politely knocked on the door.
"Please come in." A slightly immature voice came from inside.
Emlyn adjusted his collar, pushed the door open, and found that the scene inside was different from what he expected.
In his mind, since it was a card room, there would be a bunch of people sitting around the long table, playing Texas. Who knew that there would be seven or eight people, but there were no poker cards. In front of each participant was a piece of white paper, messily recording something. Other than that, there were only pens and multi-sided dice on the table.
Emlyn instinctively cast his gaze at the youngest person. He was a handsome boy with scarlet eyes who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Ian?" Emlyn asked in confirmation.
Ian nodded with a smile.
"Yes, sir. What can I do for you? Or do you want to join us in this game? "
"Game?" Emlyn instinctively asked.
Ian chuckled.
"Yes, games. I don't like to play cards, nor do I like billiards, but I have to find something to do here every day. I found inspiration from Rosell The Great's biography, which is to organize a group of people to sit together and try out a paper adventure.
"In this game, as long as you follow the rules, you can be anyone. A doctor, an adventurer who likes to eat vegetables, a private detective who always carries a wrench and a pipe with him, or an archaeologist who loves to have whimsical ideas. Then, you can go to an ancient castle together, search for the story hidden in history, and fight all kinds of monsters."
"Sounds interesting." For some baffling reason, Emlyn felt that such a game suited him very well.
"Haha, do you want to participate? We're involved in a conspiracy this time, and we're about to face a powerful ancient vampire. He may have a handsome face, but beneath his skin are blisters formed by boiling blood, "Ian warmly invited.
Thank you, vampires! Emlyn's face twitched indiscernibly.
"I have something to entrust you with."
"Alright … Let's go to the room next door." Ian stood up with his round hat and old satchel.
Next door was a billiard room, and there was no one inside. The boy closed the door with practiced movements and looked around before looking at Emlyn.
"Sir, I don't know you. May I know who introduced you?"
Emlyn raised his chin slightly and said with a smile,
"Sherlock Moriarty."
Just as he said that, he suddenly looked around and pinched his nose.
"So it's the great detective, Moriarty." Ian didn't hide his relief. "Then I'm relieved. By the way, didn't he go to Desi Bay for a vacation? When did he return? "
Emlyn lowered his right hand and said without a change in expression, "He didn't return.
"He didn't come back. I went to his rented place to look for him.
"To be frank, a normal vacation should end in late January, and it's already April."
"Did something happen to him?" Ian asked worriedly.
Emlyn thought about the abilities and mysteriousness Sherlock Moriarty had displayed and shook his head.
"Maybe he's just involved in a complicated case."
Ian didn't say anything else and asked instead,
"How should I address you? What can I do for you? "
"Just call me Mr. White." Emlyn took out a piece of paper that looked like a wanted poster and said, "Help me find these five people."
Ian took it and looked at it carefully for a while.
"An effective clue costs 20 pounds, and a confirmed location costs 150 pounds. Is that acceptable?"
"No problem." Emlyn felt that the price was too cheap.
Compared to this, the price he asked for on the Tarot was too much.
Ian folded the papers and finally asked,
"Mr. White, if there are clues, where can I find you?"
"South of the Bridge, Harvest Church." Emlyn had already thought of an answer.
When Ian heard this, he looked at him in surprise.
"You're a believer of Mother Earth? This is very rare in Baekeland. "
"No!" Emlyn shook his head firmly. "I'm just doing volunteer work there."
Without waiting for Ian to speak, he spoke first.
"Who did you inherit your red eyes from?"
When he saw Ian just now, he had wanted to ask this question, because in ancient times, red eyes were a characteristic of the Blood Clan. However, in the Fourth Epoch, humans and the Blood Clan had lived together for a long time, and they were all residents of the Empire. Therefore, there was a wide range of fellowship, and many descendants were born. The number of "mixed-bloods" with bright red eyes gradually increased, and it was passed down from generation to generation, becoming one of the rare eye colors among humans.
To put it simply, every red-eyed human had a vampire as their ancestor.
Ian replied in a daze,
"My father … I don't know anything above that, because I was a street kid."
From the looks of it, he doesn't belong to the kind that has ties with the Sanguine … Emlyn paid a deposit of twenty pounds in disappointment and left the billiard room.
When he was far away, Ian didn't immediately return to the card room. Instead, he closed the door again and said to the air,
"Detective Moriarty hasn't returned to Baekeland. I'm a little worried about him."
A figure suddenly appeared in the void of the billiard room. She had a pale face and exquisite features. She wore a small black bonnet and a gothic regal dress of the same style. It was none other than Wraith Sharon.
"He's doing very well." Sharon replied emotionlessly before her figure blurred and disappeared.
"You say that every time. Don't tell me you've been communicating with Detective Moriarty …" Ian muttered softly as he picked up a newspaper placed in a corner of the billiard room.
At the top was the Tussock Times, and below it was News at Sea. The latter originally reported on the situation of the different colonies of the Kingdom of Rouen and what happened at sea, but due to the current technological conditions, the news at sea that reached Baekeland was severely outdated. It wasn't very useful to people who needed it, so its sales weren't good and it was getting worse.
Later, under the suggestion of the new editor-in-chief, the style of the newspaper changed. There were many more rumors at sea, as well as all sorts of strange stories about pirates and adventurers. It looked more like a compilation of stories and not a news report.
Surprisingly, this style was rather popular, especially when it involved ghosts, specters, sea monsters, and treasures. It became the first choice of the few literate people in the various bars to brag to the illiterate. After all, although it looked fake, it was sufficiently interesting.
Ian casually flipped through the various newspapers, but he didn't find anything he needed to pay attention to. He only had a deep impression of a report from News at Sea.
"It's said that on the night of the 25th March, the King of Immortality's fleet attacked a ship returning from East Balam to Feysac. All the goods and money were stolen, and Slaughterer Kircheis was just like his title. He completed a bloody 'funeral' …"
These pirates sure are arrogant … Ian shook his head, put down the newspaper, and returned to the card room to continue his game.
Outside the bar, Emlyn boarded a carriage and leaned against the wall as he watched the streetlights slowly recede.
He pinched his nose again and silently muttered to himself.
"A vengeful spirit?
This arms dealer, Ian, does have many channels … Not bad!
Emlyn closed his eyes as he felt more anticipation towards his commission.
…
Sunlight shone in from the window, dyeing the captain's cabin golden.
Edwina sat in a chair with a book in hand. She looked opposite her.
She looked across and said, "So, you also believe that the three empires — Solomon, Tudor, and Telun Sostel — once coexisted?"
"That's a requirement for the War of the Four Emperors," Klein replied simply.
He was holding the Book of the Three Worlds in his hand. It originated from a member of the Life School of Thought and later landed in the hands of Vice Admiral Iceberg. Apart from describing the Material World, the World of the Spirit, and the World of Absolute Rationality, it also included some information on charms. There was no lack of profound parts. Klein's focus today was on this, hoping to find a way to make better use of the Sea God Scepter and the Worm of Time.
In fact, Klein had discovered that the books Vice Admiral Iceberg collected were all sorts of ancient documents that didn't form a system. This didn't match the characteristics of the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom backing her. Therefore, he guessed that within the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, orthodox and systematic mysticism knowledge was forbidden from being made public to non-members of the Church.
Just as Edwina was about to ask again, she suddenly realized that the Golden Dream's cruising speed was gradually slowing down. She looked out the window and took a few glances before saying coldly,
"We've arrived at Bayam."
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