Queens, inside a humble house.

Hugh and Foirth sat down at random, examining the entries written on the surface of the blackboard, while Mr. A, dressed in a hooded robe, sat quietly and alone on the sofa at the front, looking at the crowd in a condescending manner.

"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion recipe, £450 ......" Hugh silently read the familiar content, and let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

One of her biggest fears is that she manages to save up enough money, and no one sells the formula!

"I got 400 pounds, plus 150 pounds of my original savings, which was enough...... Even the main material for the follow-up will definitely require a lot of money...... Ah yes, maybe I can change circles and see if there are any extraordinary people interested in this formula......" Hugh suddenly perked up and felt that he had found a way to make a fortune.

Frankly speaking, if it weren't for the urgent need for money to buy materials and concoct potions to advance, she would definitely not leak the formula, on the one hand, because most people always hope that their sequence has fewer extraordinary people and is special enough, and on the other hand, because there are more competitors in the same way, the price of the corresponding materials will be raised a lot, and the same is true for subsequent formulas.

After thinking seriously for a while, Hugh slowly became nervous again, because it is normal for a recipe to hang for a long time and not sell.

Moreover, the "arbiter" path is a sequence that belongs to the royal family and belongs to the military, and all aspects are strictly controlled, and the part scattered outside is basically from a small number of broken nobles, and their formula is difficult to form a complete middle and low path, often only one or two of them, plus the control of the main materials, it is difficult to obtain, and the extraordinary people who are willing to choose this sequence are quite rare.

Hugh has been in Beckland's mysterious circles for a long time, but he has not found a "arbiter" other than her, which may be that the other party is well concealed, and on the other hand, it also explains something more or less.

Phew, think of Furth, I've been lucky enough that she hasn't come across any recipe for the Apprentice's follow-up in so long...... Hugh saw Mr. A's attendant coming, and wrote a note to him asking for the "sheriff's" recipe.

It didn't take long for her to be ushered into the study on the first floor, and before entering, she took a hooded robe from the waiter's hand and put it over her body.

The sellers in the study were dressed in the same way, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

"This is the recipe for the 'Sheriff' potion, where's my money?" the seller asked, pressing the note on the desk in one hand and hissing in a hoarse voice.

Hugh took out the cash that had been counted several times and pushed it to the other party.

After repeatedly checking the authenticity and the total amount, the seller finally let go of the hand that was pressing the formula.

Hugh immediately stepped forward and grabbed the note with great speed.

Her gaze swept directly to the main material section, which was the most important of the highlights:

"A pair of eyes of the Dreaddemon Worm, and the right palm of the silver-white war bear. ”

It's all extraordinary materials that I know but haven't seen anyone sell...... Hugh exhaled, and with a slight melancholy exited the study, taking off his robe.

Returning to the parlour, she sat down beside Firth, and having fulfilled a wish, she gradually became concerned about the unknown name and the evil spirit that might haunt her.

"10, no, 20 pounds, no, 30 pounds, please help me with the purification ritual of exorcism. Hugh made up his mind, exchanged a few words in a low voice with Furth, and beckoned to Mr. A's attendant.

By the end of the break where they could communicate freely, they saw that the entry on the blackboard had been added to the one they had just submitted:

"I suspect that I am haunted by evil spirits, and I asked my friend who is good at exorcism to help, 30 pounds. ”

After a while, Mr. A's waiter came to the two of them and whispered to them to the living room on the first floor.

Waiting inside was a man in a white hard-shell mask, who looked at the two callers in loose robes who did not know their gender, and chuckled softly:

"I'll give you a preliminary introduction to myself, lest you doubt my abilities. ”

"No, no, we believe Mr. A. Hugh, hooded with his face covered, said before Forthth could speak.

She deliberately suppressed her voice so that her childish voice would not reveal her identity.

The man in the white hard-shell mask spread his hands and smiled:

"It's my habit, I'm a believer in the sun, you know, in Beckland, in the whole kingdom, it's not very common. ”

"It's only then that I can live as I really am. ”

Due to the great conflict between the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of the Lord of the Storm, the former has never been able to obtain the right to preach in the Kingdom of Rune.

"Followers of the Sun?" Firth's lazy eyes vanished, "This is the first time I've seen a living Sun......believer!" I don't see the diplomats of higher status. ”

"Shouldn't I feel honored, then?" said the man in the white hard-shell mask with his arms outstretched and hugging upwards in a gesture of praise to the sun.

Furth didn't answer his question, but instead laughed:

"In terms of exorcism and purification, the attendants of the sun are professional, and we are relieved to start. ”

The man who claimed to be a follower of the sun did not hesitate to take out a badge with the symbol "sun" painted on it, placed it on the round table in the center, and lit two candles in a dualistic ritual.

After completing the prerequisites step by step, he recited in a loud voice and with extraordinary reverence:

"O eternal sun;"

"You are the light that is not extinguished;"

"You are the embodiment of order. ”

"I pray to you;"

"Grant me the light of purification;"

"I pray that you will dispel the evil spirits. ”

......

In the echoing Hermes incantation, Hugh and Firth saw the sun emblem burst with a bright glow of pure warmth.

It flowed endlessly, turning into a tidal wave, surging at both of them, drowning them at the same time.

After a few dozen seconds, everything was back to normal, and Hugh and Furth felt warm, very comfortable, very reassuring, it was like soaking in a hot spring, or doing a sunbath.

............

Joe Wood District, Rice Police Station.

Crane was huddled on a low bench with a bunch of thieves and drunks, and it was very unseemly.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth on the back of his hand, and the coldness of Beckland's night was dispelled a lot.

Looking down, Crane noticed that the four black dots symbolizing the mysterious space above the gray fog did not appear.

"Who is so kind as to know that I was a little cold just now......" he muttered, half-jokingly, half-confused.

As a former inspector, he looked at the thief on the left who was chained to the pipe, and then at the drunkard on the right who could vomit at any time but kept shouting to hit someone, and sighed at the current situation, not knowing when he would be able to break free.

"There should be one more test to pass and it will be successful...... Hopefully, the police's attention will be on the ambassador and the Zmanger party, and ignore the question of my identity as a little detective, and in theory, hopefully, as long as Mrs. Sameer, Lawyer Jürgen, and others don't say anything that would interest the police...... Well, they and I are also new to each other, so it's impossible to know too much......"

"Meursault's extraordinary properties have been taken away by me and hidden in the gray mist, and there is nothing strange about him himself, and no one can find out that he was once an extraordinary being, and he will not doubt my strength...... Well...... It's been over 1 hour......"

Crane comforted himself when he saw the sheriff with the short brown beard under his chin approaching.

"Sherlock Moriarty, follow me to the interrogation room. The sheriff commanded without explanation.

Here it comes...... Crane said something and got up to follow.

Around the corner, the sheriff stopped in front of an iron door and motioned for Klein to enter.

Klein took a breath, exhaled slowly, twisted the handle, and opened the door.

Inside was a small room, surrounded by walls that seemed to be very heavy, with a small table in the middle and chairs on each side.

Illuminated by the elegant gas lamps on the wall, Crane could see the inquisitor opposite, a man in a rare black shirt.

He wore no waistcoat, a black coat that was not a formal suit, his eyebrows were sparse, his blue eyes were indifferent, and the lines of his face were like blades, so rigid that they lacked enough softness.

The man pointed to the chair opposite him and said in a deep voice:

"I ask you to answer. ”

Before he finished speaking, Crane felt an unimaginable oppressive force, only to feel that there seemed to be an electric current rushing through his own spirit, connecting into a barbed whip, constantly whipping his soul.

This "taste" is painful and numb, as if it comes from the depths of the brain, which makes people unable to resist, only shivering, and their knees become weak.

Crane nearly fell, and hurriedly held on to the small table, and sat down, the corners of his forehead twitching.

This...... It's an extraordinary ability...... Ordinary people may think that it was a mental problem caused by their own nervousness and the majesty of the inquisitor opposite, but Klein clearly recognized that this was an extraordinary ability, an extraordinary ability to directly attack the spirit of others!

He hurriedly recalled the information he had seen before, and quickly confirmed the object of suspicion:

Sequence 7 of the "Arbiter" pathway, "The Interrogator"!

The matter was transferred to the military's special department?, Klein thought with a little reassurance.

As long as it's not a night watchman, it's all easy to say.

"You identify these photographs and find the ambassador who met Meursault. The cold, stiff, black-clad man spread out seven or eight black-and-white photographs on the small table.

Crane only felt that the whip of electricity in his spirit seemed to be raised high, and he did not dare or want to lie with the prophecy of extreme pain.

Of course, there was no need for Klein to lie at all, and after a little identification, he showed a photo to the interrogation official, which was the middle-aged gentleman who was gorgeously dressed to the point of pompousness and had a very tasteful appearance.

The inquisitor glanced at it, did not say anything, and asked again:

"Are all your previous confessions true?"

Crane, as when he was forced into a dream, remained awake and sane, did not succumb to the "whip" of the spirit, and replied sincerely:

"It's all true. ”

The inquisitor leaned forward, propped his hands on the small table, and said:

"When was the last time you saw Ian Wright?"

"Yesterday, early yesterday morning. Klein said with difficulty, a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, "I followed Meursault and found Detective Zerrell's body, because I didn't want to deal with the police gentlemen, I took Ian to identify the body and asked him to call the police, Zerell's body was in the sewer entrance at the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in the East Side. ”

After a brief silence, the inquisitor finally nodded, and Klein suddenly felt that the huge oppressive force and the "whip" in his spirit disappeared together.

"You're ready to go out. He commanded in a tone that didn't rise or fall.

Crane stood up and opened the door, not hiding the vanity of his steps.

He felt that this was more tiring than a fight with Meursault, and if he made a mistake, his mind would be completely crushed, and he would answer honestly what the other party asked.

No, if it weren't for my own special spirit, which has been tested by whispering and screaming for a long time, and can remain calm and sane in certain situations, I would probably have collapsed just now...... Klein returned to the hallway with a cold back.

At this time, the previous sheriff came over and said:

"Come with me to go through the formalities, lawyer Jürgen is waiting for you to bail you out. ”

Call...... Klein exhaled to himself and completely relaxed.

He knew the danger was finally over.

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