"It seems like the curfew is back down, and there are a bunch of offices on St. Martin's Street next door, and I'll go back to the tavern after a look. ”

"There aren't many people in the church who work late into the night, so don't worry that you'll be taken away for investigation right now. Probably no ordinary person would dare to commit a crime under the nose of the church, so I went back first. ”

Helena looked unhappy and was about to drink Orfey to say goodbye and go back to Finn's office.

Ofiicher raised his hand to say goodbye, not only asking, "What if it's an ordinary person?"

"That's not something I can handle. Mr. Finn's main concern is that you will be taken away without anyone witnessing, and that it will be three or four days before he will know your whereabouts, and that if something happens, it will be too late. Helena looked back, "If there were another secret event like the Rotten Moon, and it was directed at you, I wouldn't hesitate to give up that braised meatball." ”

"Oh..."

Ofeuille walked to the deserted rue Saint-Martin, which seemed to be named after a chapel. The cathedral, located next to the square, is usually used as an office for the clergy and a meeting place for meetings, and is only open to the public during diocesan proclamations or large festivals and Sundays.

And the functions of receiving prayers, confessions, asking for help, and buying indulgences from the world on weekdays are assumed by this small church.

But the new street, named Saint-Martin, is lined with new types of offices. Accounting, prospecting, large-scale house and mill design, leasing agents, private affairs, ghostwriters, and even extermination, cemetery land, wealth management, and exotic searches, are just about it.

"Before the sun had completely set, it was all closed. It's really a society that hasn't been ninety-nine-six yet... It's so cold! Let's go buy some clothes... It's hard not to be underestimated when you're young and dressed like this. You can't let people pretend to beep every time, it's better to keep a low profile, there's no need to make trouble for yourself..."

Ofiecher muttered a little disappointment as he swept the streets.

However, the town clearly did not plan the entire street in its entirety, and there is still a kind of design in the old castle inside. The central square is on a small plateau, and the foot of this new street is full of newly filled land, which seems to have been dug into a ditch. In the past, there may have been a low fort in the square, and the architectural style of the bell tower and the clerical office should have been demolished to the present state.

Thanks to the design of the modern urban districts, several tailor shops in the town are scattered in various parts of the town, and the tailor shop that was previously located in the same central area as the bank refused customers who were not on its list.

Ofeicher wasn't even sure if he could buy himself a slightly decent outfit to wear today.

When he passed by the tavern where he was staying, he couldn't help but stop and think about giving up buying clothes.

"It's a... Not at all convenient times. No wonder Charlotte was so depressed that she had nothing but money, and she still had to spend such a large amount of money to hire me as an assistant. If you take the time to do everything yourself, you will spend all your time on chores. ”

Just as he was about to move on to the next tailor's shop, a man from outside the tavern suddenly approached Ophiecher.

"Are you Mr. Zottiakai? ”

Ofeicher looked at the man. The man was shorter, dressed in a long-worn but well-maintained coat of undyed leather, with some of the refined crimson linens underneath. The purple hat with the St. Andrew's coat of arms on his head was a public official belonging to the Duchy of Territory, according to Ophiecher's knowledge.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're supposed to be Masalia's messenger?" Ofiecher inferred, "and though I'm Zotiakay, I don't know any of Masalia's nobles." Isn't there something wrong? ”

In the past two weeks, Ofeichher has not been idle in vain. Since he discovered that the female voice in Zhihai had suddenly disappeared, he had to look everywhere for a source of information that could be used as intelligence.

However, a large number of "public books" were stored in the library of the church, which was only borrowed free of charge by certain levels of clergy and nobles, and was not open to others. The remaining books of a more professional and legal nature, and even a few long-standing epics and novels, are kept in the Archive. Not to mention that the clerical office is not open to the public these days, even on weekdays, these books can only be consulted by some public officials on the spot, or sold at the price of at least two gold guilders a copy.

The only thing he could easily find and read for free was the old circulars of the parish teachings in the chapel. These circulars are not only responsible for publicizing important laws, teachings, and news, but also for explaining their interpretation and changes in the town's laws, as well as a certain nature of common sense science.

The majority of the illiterate population relied on the teachings of the parish clergy before the Mass, or the preaching and interpretation of the clerical staff of the Public Notices Office, for some common knowledge in the public sphere.

If people wish, they can also go to the chapel or the relevant place in the clerk's office to consult these notices. But Ofiicher thinks he's probably the only one doing so.

And from this great emphasis on obedience to the Holy See and the royal family recognized by the Holy See, it is quite painful to find some relatively useful knowledge and information.

But Ophi also learned that in this time and space of another world, even news does not exist, and there is no concept of a professional postman. Some were messengers who delivered letters to dignitaries and dignitaries of the Holy See, the Empire, and the principalities, while the military intelligence had a system for transmitting messages to the military.

As for the general public, those who want to bring information to distant places can almost only entrust a ghostwriter to write a letter first, hoping that a business traveler or even a well-meaning rider will bring it to the recipient for them along the way.

It is unlikely that a private person would want to send a message through a public messenger. Ofeicher couldn't help but be a little wary.

But seeing that the man's eyes were glazed, he shoved the cowhide bag straight into Ophi Yiche's arms.

"Then, please forward this letter to Mr. 'Breaking the Table'. ”

"This ......"

The Masalia messenger let go and left in a daze. At the moment when the cowhide bag was about to fall to the ground, Ophiecher grabbed the letter that had come to him inexplicably with some nervousness.

What's the matter, in this world, I know that my name is Bai Taiyang, and it seems that the only one who knows the sea and talked to me is the female voice. Could anyone else be able to peek into my mind......?

He was shocked, and tried to reassure himself: maybe this is the letter that the voice sent me, but she said that she had no body, so how did she send me the letter... It's cold!

Seeing that the burning clouds were dark, Ofiicher grabbed the envelope and turned to walk to his own room in the tavern.