The Golden Lantern is offered in the Queen's Month to bless the days of the May of the Rose, and the Awakening Ceremony is held in the Awakening Month to bless the light every day - it is very solemn, especially in a country like the Kingdom of Lutheran, which is under the influence of the Holy See at every turn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dryden, the capital of the kingdom of Luther, or the royal city, where magicians walk the streets, casting spells to brighten the blooming flowers, and ordinary people can do something for this half-month-long festival, cleaning--hearted, praiseworthy days, they don't need any compulsion to do these things that might be hard for them on a normal day.

There are no representative flowers in the Awakening Festival, and the various flowers that compete for beauty are the themes that people want to see, which are not monotonous, but also full of vitality and splendor.

The warm sunlight shone on the clean streets, and every tile on the streets of Dryden was marked with smooth lines, and on these lines, the man in the shirt and plaid trousers wore a large beret, which seemed indistinguishable from a commoner, and he still had a croissant bought from the corner in his hand—and he had one in his mouth. He had thick gray hair, and his eyes under his glasses glistened in the sun.

"Morning, Coriford." The man was chewing on the croissant in his mouth when he heard the voice of a magician—he just politely raised his hand to greet the man as he chewed the bread.

The man named Corifo finally reached his destination when he had eaten his third loaf of bread—in the sun, in a small square at the end of the street, the fountain spewed a beautiful curve of water, and the sunlight made their splashes look like diamonds falling on the ground. Passing by the fountain, he thought for a moment, took two steps back, took his hand into the paper bag, broke a small piece of croissant, and threw it next to the pigeon with big eyes blinking beside the fountain.

"Good morning." Corifo greeted the pigeons—and they shook their feathers and cooed twice, as if acknowledging what he had said.

Corifo smiled and walked towards a very new building next to the fountain - very new indeed, with the latest technology, built in the month of blessings in 716, with the words "Hilton Investigative Agency" written on the door in golden floral script. He glanced at the words, grasped the wooden handle, and pushed open the door with the large glass window.

Inside the Hilton Investigative Office it was much quieter than outside, there were no people, and in fact there were very few people working here, and Coriford was one of them.

His leather shoes tread on the marble floor, and he familiarly passed through several large brown bookcases that had been placed to his office—and when he opened the door, he could see the two large wooden tables, like the ones in the study of the nobles, with the objects neatly arranged, this was Coriford's table, and a man was already seated in front of him at the table opposite him.

"Good morning, Jill." "You're really early—it looks like I can talk to the Director about how to raise your salary." ”

"No need, you can consider preparing me some more alchemy materials." Jill said, not office books, but several very professional potions plant introductions, these books may not be able to be read even by professional magicians, but Jill is already very familiar with these books.

"Okay—it's unlikely, but I can try." Corifo waved his hand and placed the paper bag on his desk, "The croissants in the streets ahead are very good. ”

"Really? I don't think there's any difference. Gilles paused, and reached out to remove the last croissant inside, but the bread was missing a corner.

"Ah...... I fed the pigeons in front of the fountain. Corifo scratched his head.

Jill didn't say anything, because it wasn't the point.

"How? I wasn't there yesterday, is there a lot of work? Please also go and get the records of the past few days - the work of the department has always been the first time, if there is anything wrong, go and talk to the **. Coriford said.

"Nothing." Jill said as he stood up and walked to the back of the bookcase, where there were many bookcases with the materials in their office, "Speaking of which, do you need to come here to buy a house in Dryden?" ”

"Theoretically, Your Majesty said. But after the private transaction, it was reported here - many people are probably not familiar with it. So the part that would have required our notarization was deleted. If the house is the king's property, it has to come here - I don't know why there is such a rule. It's a lot of money, isn't it, and if you want to buy it, you just go straight to the head of the palace? Corifo frowned.

"Well—then you can receive it, someone wants to buy a house on the rue de Mezo." Jill's voice came from afar, "You weren't there yesterday, I said the relevant handler wasn't there, let her come tomorrow morning." ”

"She?" Corifo was stunned.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, which could be said to be neither fast nor slow, and Corifu answered with some haste "Please come in" - and a young girl opened the door, and the figure appeared in front of Corifu.

The maiden looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, with long curly red hair, eyes that were rarely red, and thin cheeks with the pallor of the sun, which was not considered to be weak, because she moved briskly, not like a sick person.

But there was a strange sense of déjà vu to the paleness.

"Hello, I heard that voice say yesterday......" The girl said slowly.

"He's our staff, I'm the head of this office, my name is Coriford? Autran. "I heard you're coming to buy a house on Mezzo Street?" said Coriford, who poured a glass of water for the girl, and then sat down at his desk when she took it. ”

"Hello, my name is Aven. I did want to buy a house at 36 Mezzo Avenue -- I heard from my family that I was going to get the Hilton Investigative Agency in trouble for doing so. Evan whispered.

"Well, wait a minute, Miss Aven—you can find a chair and rest for a while." Chrover said, moving his fingers, a document in the bookcase next to him slowly floated into his hand, he took the file, and read it carefully, "Hmm...... Mezo Street...... No. 36 ......"

Evan was just looking at Corifo silently, her long eyelashes glittering in the sunlight, which was surprising—with her flamboyant hair and pupils, she seemed to be a gentle and quiet girl at this time, occasionally observing the room with the dust wafting in the air, and most of the time quietly waiting for Corifor's results.