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As a retainer approved by the Duke and the Duke, it will not be too difficult to investigate the interpersonal relationships and living conditions of a servant.

They first inquired in detail about what the chief servant of the Red Sand Castle knew about Chivino. Knowing that Chivino has no bad deeds, he can be regarded as keeping to himself, and he also has a certain amount of cultural literacy.

However, when more investigation is carried out –

"You really don't know anything about this kind of thing!"

Shekka Hawthorn glared at Mo Shi standing in the middle of the kitchen.

"I thought I was clumsy enough as a swordsman, but as a civilian, how can you not even talk to people casually! Are you still a Heyar? What are you afraid of?"

The man shouted accusations.

This time, Mo Shi did not refute verbally, he did stand in a daze, and he didn't know what to do after several urgings. No, it's not that I don't know what to do, but I feel a strange "fear".

"But......" he paused, thinking his words were ridiculous, but said them anyway, "everyone seems very busy, and I don't know if I should bother—"

The kitchen was full of servants coming and going.

They are making food for dinner for everyone in the castle.

In other words, anyone who is pulled can be questioned.

However, Mo Shi was stunned and did not move for a long time.

Shekka looked at him incredulously for a moment, then sighed sharply, and picked up a piece of roast meat on the table and stuffed it into Mo Shi's mouth.

"Okay, okay, then you can eat something. I don't understand what's wrong with you, but you seem scared...... It seems that you are really not good at communicating with people - no wonder, look at your cold face. ”

The swordsman sighed, walked over to the cook, who was working on the stems of the plant, and spoke.

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Mo Shi clenched the staff in his hand and let out a long exhale.

The relief of knowing that I could avoid talking was real.

He himself didn't understand why that was the case.

From his mind, a very "ancient" memory jumped, as if it happened yesterday, and as if it had passed through the years:

He stood in the middle of a large group of his peers, which was known as the "school." He walked alone, no one paid attention to him, no one listened to him, he wanted to speak but didn't dare, he could only wait for others to follow him - but it seemed too difficult, so he remained alone, and over time even the courage to enter the crowd began to be lost.

It's not that he can't talk to people.

He just......

It is difficult to get in touch with people, and it is even more difficult to connect with the lives of people who have nothing to do with it.

In his time, people would call this fear symptoms "social phobia" and "crowdphobia", a subtype of phobia, a kind of neurosis. Excessive and unreasonable fear of an objective object or situation in the outside world is the main manifestation, and the patient knows that this fear reaction is excessive or unreasonable, but it still recurs and is difficult to control.

It is difficult for Moshi to "open his mouth" and pierce the barrier in the crowd.

Thus, at that dinner, Sheka Hawthorn, who had spoken to him, was actually a blessing and a relief for Moshi, if he had not, loneliness and fear would have tormented him.

Yes, this is the real Moshi (human).

It is a young man who belongs to a young age and is full of human attributes.

As the blue bird said, 'You are very young from the outside and from the inside. Therefore, I fully understand your impetuousness and unstable life. 』

Perhaps in the years that followed, he overcame his weaknesses, but now that he has lost his memory, these shortcomings have all returned, requiring the 021814 to grow again.

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At dinner time, the servants came to the large kitchen in batches, either to eat here, or to bring food to their masters—almost all the middle and lower class servants would appear here.

Although Shekka Hawthorn was a "master" and a "khyar", it was clear that he did not have much contact with the lower classes of civilians, and the servants were not afraid of him and were willing to talk to him.

Sheka quickly asked for the names of a few people who might have been a big friend of Chivino, and tried to find them.

Luckily, none of the people close to Chivino were the valets or the chief steward, which meant they would be dining in the big kitchen. Shekha was able to sit next to them and talk slowly.

The words of one of the men caught his attention.

"Of course Civino is an honest fellow, isn't he? He doesn't even want to gamble a button when he plays chess. But well, I heard that he was also enthusiastic when he was young, and wasn't it because he was kicked out of the temple that he fell in love with a woman?"

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Moshi and Shekha asked for enough information before dinner.

They went to the small dining room by the kitchen, and then sat down by the dim candlelight to continue their discussion.

Moshi has returned to normal, composure.

Of course, he didn't act very embarrassed in the first place—at least much calmer than Mo Shi himself thought.

"Chivino is a pious man," Shekha poured the hot wine into a tin-iron cup, "he is in charge of the management of the prayer hall, and he was once a sprinkler monk in the temple of Hawa City. According to the governor and other servants who knew him, he had no grudges. ”

On the whole, he did fulfill his duties and fulfill his obligations. ”

Moshi picked up the flask after Shekha and poured a full glass.

While warming his hands with hot wine, he asked, "Has Mr. Chivino ever seen anyone, or who has ever seen him, after that incident last night?"

Shekka stared at him, seemingly disappointed that he didn't drink but just warmed his hands.

Still, he said:

"Before the meal, I asked the servant who lived next door to him. The man was the deacon who usually oversaw the laundry, and it was the middle of winter, and there had been no revelry last night—so his work was easier, and he left the room late this morning. He said that he happened to meet Chivino, and when he saw that he seemed to be heading somewhere, he casually asked. ”

Mo Shi nodded, and raised his glass to take a sip.

This made the other party a little more satisfied.

So Sheka said cheerfully, "Chivino said he wanted to play chess with Mr. Ember. ”

"Mr. Ember?"

"Ember Waping, he's ...... Well, he used to study at the highest university in the central government, and now he is a literary teacher for young masters and young ladies. ”

Moshi noticed a brief hesitation and pause in Sheikka's words, but on the whole, Sheikh showed respect for the literature teacher.

"But it's weird. Moshi began to sip the wine. The wine in the Duke's cellar tasted good, but Moshi only regarded it as a drink with a sweet taste, and did not pursue alcohol, "Why did he go to play chess with his friends the day after the murder?"

Sheka touched his chin: "Maybe it's a good relationship." I don't know very well. ”

"Then we should talk to him tomorrow. ”

Shekka nodded.

Mo Shi drank all the wine in the cup in one go, just like drinking a glass of water before going to bed to maintain the water content. Then he stood up and prepared to go back to his room to sleep.

"Wait a minute. Shekha stopped him.

The male orc squinted at him. Moshi noticed that Shekka's face was a little red, apparently slightly drunk.

"Do you think Heyal and ordinary civilians can be friends? I'm not asking if you have any civilian friends, I'm just curious about your attitude towards this matter. ”

Actually, Sheka asked very cautiously. But for Moshi it was an innocuous and distant question, and the answer was clear: "Of course." Why not?"

After a long silence, Moshi heard Shekka whisper, "You are an enlightened man. ”

The first day will be over.