Cherwood Borough, 22 Hope Street, Hat Trick Inn.
The receptionist at the front desk was just about to take a sip of water when she saw a lady walk in.
The lady was about 1.65 meters tall and wore a long, light-colored dress with frilly edges. Her brown hair was slightly curled down, and she wore a pair of tinted glasses on her nose bridge. She gave off a casual vibe that she had just returned from Desi Bay.
She held a dark brown leather suitcase in her hand as she walked to the front desk at an unhurried pace.
A lady with an outstanding bearing … She's dressed up pretty well … I really want to see her without her tinted glasses … As a female, the receptionist habitually sized up the lady's clothes and accessories.
She then heard the lady say with a languid voice, "One night, single room.
"One night, a single room."
"Two soli and eight pence." The receptionist first reported the room rate for the day before asking, "Do you have any identification documents?"
She wasn't too keen on the process of registering one's identity, because the inn itself had no way of verifying the authenticity of the identification documents.
"Yes." The lady put down the dark brown suitcase, took out a stack of identification documents from her handbag, and handed it to the receptionist.
"Margaret Taylor …" the receptionist muttered as she registered. Then, she found a bunch of keys and said, "Room 2012."
"Thank you." The fashionably dressed lady took the keys, picked up the dark brown suitcase, and headed for the staircase.
At this moment, an attendant in a red vest came over and bowed.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
His gaze then landed on the dark brown suitcase she was carrying.
The lady's lips curled into a smile as she shook her head.
"There's no need. It's very light."
After saying that, she didn't stop. She walked up the stairs and entered Room 2012.
After closing the door and putting down the suitcase, she suddenly raised her right hand and pressed it to her chest. She let out a long sigh of relief.
"Why do I feel like a perverted murderer …"
She was none other than the disguised Fors. There was nothing in her suitcase except for Mr. X's head that was wrapped in newspapers!
The two waiters would never have thought that a fashionable woman would carry a suitcase with no clothes, no skincare products, no cosmetics, and only a dead person's head that was almost broken into pieces and covered in blood … If they were discovered, the entire hotel would be shocked … This was the material for a detective! Fors calmed herself down, picked up her suitcase again, and opened the door.
She observed the corridor and saw that no one was coming or going. She hurriedly walked to Room 2016 and knocked on the wooden door.
Her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, lived in the room she had used last time.
When Fors noticed that someone was looking at her through the peephole, she heard the knob being twisted and the sound of the lock turning.
Dorian Gray wore a black suit and had broad shoulders. He glanced around warily and made way for the students to enter.
Then, he closed the door and asked cautiously, "No one noticed me, right?"
Fors put down her suitcase and took off the tinted glasses that covered half her face.
"No, I used a fake identity."
As a Beyonder who lived in Baekeland and had plenty of experience at the bottom of society, a few sets of fake identity documents were essential.
Furthermore, she had the help of Xio, an expert in this field.
The only problem was that a fake was ultimately a fake. It couldn't withstand the police department's inspection.
However, Fors heard that there were some channels that could obtain real identity documents. In other words, it was an identity document that was filed and registered with the police department. Furthermore, it could be replaced with a photo. Of course, the price would definitely be a lot more expensive.
Dorian nodded slightly and silently exhaled. As she got Fors to sit down, she pulled a chair over.
"In your letter, you said that at a Beyonder gathering in Baekeland, someone offered a reward for finding a direct descendant of the House of Abraham, and the goal was to obtain information on Mr. Door?"
"Yes, Teacher." Fors spoke the unquestionable truth. "I don't know much about that family, so I wanted to ask you to see if you know anything."
She only hid two points. First, the name of the Beyonder gathering was Tarot. Second, she had long known that her teacher was a member of the House of Abraham.
Dorian sat down, picked up the white porcelain teacup, and took a sip. His expression was calm as he asked,
With a calm expression, she asked, "Who's the person who offered the bounty?"
"I don't know. I'm only sure that it's a lady. She hid her looks. Uh, she should be very strong, and the faction backing her isn't weak either." Fors described the Ma 'am Hermit in her mind.
What she didn't say was that the other party had a close relationship with Queen Mystic Bernadette.
Dorian Gray pondered for a few seconds and said, "I don't know much either.
I only know that Mr. Door is likely an ancestor of the House of Abraham. He went missing during the War of the Four Emperors. You can use this information to exchange for some bounty. "
Mr. Door is an ancestor of the House of Abraham? Mr. Door, who caused the House of Abraham to suffer the curse of the full moon and has lost control of countless members over the years, is actually the ancestor of the House of Abraham? Fors was shocked when she heard that.
Having learned a little about the problems with the House of Abraham from Mr. Fool, she couldn't believe that all of this was caused by the source of the bloodline!
Doesn't Mr. Door know the consequences of his actions? Fors muttered to herself as she frowned unconsciously.
Dorian Gray noticed the student's abnormal reaction and asked in puzzlement, "What's going on?
"Is there a problem?"
Oh no, I didn't manage to hide my expression just now … Fors deliberated for a moment.
"I just don't understand. After more than a thousand years, apart from the direct descendants of the House of Abraham, who else would want to obtain information on Mr. Door? What motives would they have?"
Perhaps they want to find Mr. Door? Ah right, Queen Mystic is Rosell The Great's daughter, and Mr. Door appeared in Rosell The Great's diary. Therefore, it's very normal for this queen to want to find Mr. Door and seek the truth of the past … However, Mr. Door disappeared during the War of the Four Emperors. It was more than a thousand years apart from Rosell The Great's period, so how could it be connected … Could it be that Rosell The Great can also hear the ravings of the full moon … Hmm, I remember that Mr. Fool once teased Mr. Door, saying that "He" might be calling for help … If that's true, it's really, really … As an author, Fors was momentarily at a loss for words to describe her current feelings.
Dorian revealed a bitter smile.
"Clearly, I'm also puzzled by this question. If you can find the answer, remember to tell me."
Fors didn't harp on this matter, afraid that Dorian Gray would discover something suspicious.
Instead, she asked, "Teacher, why did you suddenly come to Baekeland?"
Dorian smiled and took out a cigarette. She brought it to her nose and took a whiff, but she didn't light it.
"I happen to have some matters that I need to attend to in Baekeland. I can also check on your digestion progress."
In fact, he was alarmed by the news that Fors had relayed in her letter. He couldn't believe that there would still be people in this World who would ask about Mr. Door. After all, the House of Abraham had basically given up on such attempts. Only he was still persisting and taking the initiative to teach his student.
And this also made him recall a prophecy that had been passed down within his family. It was said that the House of Abraham would be getting closer and closer to destruction.
He linked the two matters together and rushed to Baekeland to confirm his student's situation. He hoped that she could advance as soon as possible to maintain a glimmer of hope for the House of Abraham.
"I just grasped the various knowledge of astrology," Fors replied guiltily.
As she had been short of money some time ago, she had yet to buy the high-level crystal ball required by the Astrologer.
In order to not continue this topic, Fors turned to Dorian Gray to ask about the rules of acting as an Astrologer. She received some tips such as "Astrology isn't omnipotent."
Towards the end, Fors looked at the dark brown suitcase beside her.
"Teacher, there's one more thing."
"What is it?" Dorian leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her black tea.
Fors spoke according to the script she had prepared beforehand.
"After I found out that Louis Wayne had betrayed the organization and caused great harm to you, I've always wanted to find him and avenge you."
"Give up on this idea!" Dorian sat up straight. "Even if you have Leymano's Travels, there's no way you can beat him, much less kill him! I'm very pleased with your intentions, but you don't have to take the risk. "
I definitely won't be able to do it alone … Fors muttered silently.
She directly said, "I know a very powerful bounty hunter. I previously spent about 10,000 pounds to get his help."
She had no way of estimating how much she had paid, so she had used the price Miss Audrey had offered to assassinate the Ambassador of Intis.
That might be a cheat … Louis Wayne is likely a Traveler, and he has the backing of the Aurora Order … Dorian was just about to point out that no bounty hunter was Louis Wayne's match when she heard her student say, "He's already succeeded."
"He has already succeeded."
Cough! Cough! Cough! Dorian choked on his saliva as he coughed so hard that he felt like his lungs were being torn apart.
The teacup in his hand dropped to the ground, but he bounced up like a magician and sat firmly on the coffee table.
"He gave me Louis Wien's head," the woman said. Fors picked up the dark brown suitcase, opened it, and took out a spherical object wrapped in newspapers.
As the newspaper unfolded bit by bit, Dorian saw a face she would never forget. Compared to when he attacked the House of Abraham's headquarters, the smug smile on Louis Wayne's face had vanished. His head was covered in cracks as though it was pieced together from pieces. He looked ferocious, in pain, and in despair.
As an Astrologer, Dorian Gray's spiritual intuition told her without a doubt that this was Louis Wayne's head.
"Good, very good …" Dorian muttered in excitement as she looked up at her student. "Who's that bounty hunter? I can't imagine that there's such a powerful expert hidden among the bounty hunters in Baekeland. "
Fors deliberated for a moment.
"German Sparrow."
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