The moist black soil still seemed to have traces of the rose-colored morning light, and the song of the lark fell like a rain in the sky.

The sun had just emerged from behind the top of the mountain, and the warmth of its first rays of light mingled with the coolness of the dying night, raising a sense of leisurely weariness.

"My dear Detective Halleis, I wonder if your arrogant standards will be forgiven this morning. Glancing at Haldais, who was still filling his pipe, López asked with a smile.

"I don't think we're running out of time yet, López. For Halleis, the steak at the inn is like moldy hardwood and a self-deluded sprinkling of spices, which may be a little better than that, but not much.

"Well, I just hope that sacrificing your own cattle for the sake of your stomach will not be too angry with your pickiness. After folding the quilt he had covered, López stood up and walked out.

After waiting at the door of the inn for a while, he saw Holdeth hurrying towards him while wearing his blazer: "Oh, maybe I'll have to change my habit of trying to get rid of clutter wherever I am." ”

López didn't express any dissatisfaction with this, but just grinned: "Why don't you ask the waiter for your own payment?"

"Good idea, López, now please call me the Waiter of Halleis, by the way, my part-time job is an unknown detective. In response, Holdais put his pipe to his mouth again: "If it were you, López, after your gold coins were enough to support the rest of your life, would you choose to return to your hometown and enjoy the joy of your family, or find a sparsely populated place and enjoy the pleasures of rural life." ”

"Honestly, Haldais, this is an easy question to answer, but I hope my answer won't have much of an impact on your reasoning, and if that's the case, I'll choose to go back to my hometown, where my grandfather still lives, after all. López's answer was a little serious, because he understood what Holdès meant.

"You don't have to worry about that, López, but we may have to wait a while before we can enjoy the feast. After arranging his blazer, Haldais left on crutches and legs.

"Although we have not heard any clues about the relationship between Kiri and her mother so far, we cannot rule out whether her mother will break with Kiri because of Dorothy's affairs, and I think we will only be able to solve our doubts when we arrive in the town of Giragei. As he spoke, López couldn't help but sigh, he really didn't understand why he was involved in such a complicated time.

"You're right, López, but would you mind visiting an old friend with me?" While agreeing with López's idea, it seemed that Halleis had another place where he could get clues.

"Gladly, my dear Detective Halleis. In response, López raised his legs and followed closely behind Jordès.

"Rare guest, Haldais, but every time you come to see me, you don't bring any good news. With a hearty laugh, a man who looked about the same age as Hallece walked out quickly, but with much thicker hair than he was.

"Maybe this will change a little bit after I retire, my dear Catlego. Apologizing, Holdés raised his hand and gave Cartlego a big hug.

"Let me introduce you, my assistant, López. With that, Jordès turned the hand that was placed in front of López to Catlego: "Catelego Abel Mfila, the director of the Ezeritto Post Office, but he often neglects his duties. ”

"There's no need to talk about Holdeth, it's just occasional, but I love my job, oh, just call me Catlego. Catlego held his hand to López as he opened his mouth to argue for himself.

"López. Seeing this, López quickly stretched out his left hand.

"Well, Haldais, let me guess, you must have come this time for the case on the outskirts of Azeritto. After saying hello, Catlego turned to look at Halleth again.

"I don't think it's a good thing, but I'd like to take a look at the correspondence between Kiri and the town of Girage. With that, Holdès slowly dragged his blazer down.

"Kiri, the deceased? Actually, I've had a few meetings with her, and she's so kind to people that I can't think of any one murdering her. Shaking his head regretfully, Catlego turned to the postman behind him, not knowing what to say.

To be honest, that's hard to hear.

"Okay, now all you have to do is wait honestly, but with all due respect, old friend, your status hat is gone, and it's hard for people to get used to the way you look. With that joking, Catlego sat down in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace: "Sit down, my dear friends, it will take some time to get the results." ”

"Although I don't admit that it symbolizes my identity, it is unfortunate that it was indeed lost in the last case. In reply, Holdès couldn't help but touch his bare head.

"Oh, by the way, it just so happens that you need an old friend that I think you'll love. As if remembering something, Cartlego jumped out of his chair and turned to the room not far away, where he was supposed to work.

"Sometimes his fireplace-like enthusiasm is hard to resist, but most of the time he is an elegant and warm-hearted gentleman. Looking at Catlego's back as he left, Halleis said with a smile.

"I think it's okay that the fireplace always gives us warmth in this cold weather, but don't let it go out. "The warm current makes López feel very comfortable.

"Guess what I saw, a clown-like hat, do you mind if I go first?" Apparently, what Catelego was holding in his hand startled him, and he even subconsciously wanted to get up from his chair and run away.

However, it is difficult to decide whether there is a problem with the aesthetics of Catlego or whether there is a problem with the aesthetics of Hordais and López.

"Don't put on that look, old friend, don't you think this suits you?" said that, a hearty laugh came from the direction of Catelego again.