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The week before the Queen's Moon was supposed to be a relatively quiet day, but Coriford had already drunk a lot of potions to help him wake up in a few days—he hadn't worked overtime in a long time.

"Are you alright?" Near noon, when Jill arrived at the Israeli Hilton Investigation, he saw that Coriford was still sitting at his desk, the only difference from last night was the increase in the amount of materials on the desk, "Did Dahl put pressure on you?" ”

Dahl was the top boss of the two, and investigating the escaped criminal had become a top priority for them.

"No—just a little ......," Coriford paused, then leaned back in his chair, an image echoing in his mind.

By the time they felt it, Fettnay was unconscious—but her face remained the familiar one of Corriford. There are also barriers made of potion plants.

"What's some?" said Gildau.

"Not reconciled. Corifo frowned, his hand falling on the table, his fingers tapping on the table, "The cover-up of the Holy See has made many things lose the meaning of finding the truth...... And also...... That kind of expression. ”

"You're talking about Evan Freton?" Jill sat down in his chair.

Corifo was stunned—or he didn't expect Jill to guess.

"Well, indeed, but she has nothing to do with what we do now. Corifo diversioned the subject in a lame manner.

"That's why it's strange that you look like this—don't you have a crush on that dangerous woman? I've been following her lately, but she's not showing any clues, but what I know now is that the Holy See seems to have begun to notice her. ”

Corifo fell into deep thought.

"I'm going to the palace. Coriford said.

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Missé visited Misse every day these days—at first the two talked about Lucy, then they talked about something else, books like Divine Word, Origin of Magic, or Potions Plants—and it was always a little gossip, but these were the things they were good at.

For the first time, Fitney had a "good conversation" with someone - she had had the most academic exchanges with Letetta before, but Lighttta was a man of concise and more formal use, and most of the time did not say "interesting" parts like Missé.

"You like to read Crazy and Mysterious Plants, and it's a good book, and my mother still has it on her shelf—but she doesn't show it to anyone. Misse sat on the edge of Fitney's bed and spoke to her.

"That's a shame, it's hard to find this book now. Fitney said.

"Indeed, my brother Greider was a collector and he had this book in his collection. "Have you heard of him?"

"Of course. Fitney replied.

"You must have heard that many people have gotten his story and think that he was a good and sincere man - that's probably what people think. ”

"How many times has Your Majesty seen him?"

"Not much, most of the time we exchange letters. There was a hint of regret in Misse's tone, which was seen in Fertenay's eyes.

Misser was not a man of steel, but he was also a king, and he barely showed his vulnerability, but when he spoke of Grede, there was a gloom on his face that could not be ignored.

At this time, he suddenly felt a pair of pale hands reach out, he looked up slightly in surprise, Fitney had already put his hand in front of his forehead, and a reassuring smile appeared on her face: "It's rude, Your Majesty." His Royal Highness Greid has always been proud of you, and he thinks you will be a good king - and that's why I have done all this, trusting you so much. ”

Misse thought it was her usual way of comforting him, but he began to hear something that seemed strange to him.

"You know Greid?" Misse was surprised.

"I did meet him. Fitney paused, and with Missen's expectant look in her eyes, she continued, "I met him at Aesop Forest about five years ago. ”

"Elletia is on top—why didn't you tell me earlier?Five years ago—it was long after the Battle of Shevrin -- and he was still alive!" Misse suddenly became agitated, and he took Phytenay's hand in his hand.

It was truly an inspiration to him that had never been seen before.

Fitney was slightly stunned: "I didn't know it was him at first, he lived in seclusion in the Aesop Forest. ”

"Oh my God, he's not dead, but why is he living in seclusion in the Aesop Forest?

"His Highness Greider has always cared about people—maybe for some other reason. ”

"But he didn't come back, did he?" Misse took a deep breath, as if trying to read her thoughts in Fitney's eyes, "you met him in the forest, how was he doing—what did you all say?"

"Many, mostly research on magic. Fitney said.

"Really, didn't he say something else to you?" Misse seemed a little disappointed.

"Nope. Fitney said.

Misse couldn't go any further.

Still, he learned a number of things that Misse thought he needed some time to digest - but the answer was disappointing, for what Fitney had told him was dispensable.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Corifo wants to see you. Then the servant's voice rang out.

"Well, I'll go first. Misse said to Fitney.

Fitney smiled goodbye to him, and when the door closed, the smile on Fitney's face had faded, and she slowly raised her hand, which Misse had just held with some force, leaving some marks.

She didn't speak.

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Corifo had come to Misse for the criminal who needed to be caught.

"People from the Holy See?" Misse sat in his study, his eyebrows furrowed after listening to Coriford's words, and his face was very unsightly. He had this conjecture, but he didn't think that it was really the Holy See, "What about the criminal?"

"That's the final question, and I think we need someone who is good at deduction to do this -- I heard Miss Evan is here -- and I hear she's strong at that. Coriford said.

"She doesn't need to worry about these things - do you really have no doubt in your heart about the criminal's location?"

"Hmm...... There are some ideas. Corifo was stunned for a moment, then said.

"Then just do what you want. There was some tiredness in Missé's voice.