"Okay, then I ask you, do you know Kirly Hayat, who lives in a cottage on the outskirts of Azeritto and is a dairy farmer. Gently placing the parchment on the table in front of him, Haldais asked.

As Holdes's words fell, Kacha Ikaterine responded, as active as her outfit: "Oh, I know, this is the hottest case of recent times, and my last employer talked about it a lot. ”

"Mind a few chairs, I've been working all day. Grumbling, the male dreamteller named Jonathan Fredeliz rubbed his neck lazily.

"Of course, I didn't think it through, but please forgive me. As he responded, Haldez turned his head and scanned the room, only to find that there were far from enough chairs, except for the two of himself and López, there was only one left,

"Ugh. Halleth rubbed his chin in embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I'll be right back. Nodding at Joldez, Pedro turned and opened the door and walked out.

Immediately afterwards, John Legodale, who was wearing a yellow coat, solemnly continued the conversation: "Kirie Hemmert, ah, I do know, because I am drinking her milk, and it tastes good. ”

"Well, I don't know her, and I've been divining her at Mrs. Safra Katz's house lately, and she's sixty years old, so I don't have much energy to care about it. Helena Harbour kept rubbing her long brown hair, looking nervous.

"Squeak. The slightly closed wooden door opened softly from the outside, followed by Pedro, who was laboriously holding four chairs.

"Oh, thanks. With a thank-you, Haldais quickly stepped forward to free Pedro from the damn porterage.

"Thank you. Nodding at Holdes, Pedro gently placed his chair beside the dreamers.

"Ah, relief, go die, work. Grumbling, Maria Grakas stretched out in her chair: "I don't know Kirly Heimt at all, except for a few things I've heard. ”

"Okay. In response, Halleis's tone was full of helplessness, after all, he had not been able to find any useful clues so far.

Then he snorted his pipe vigorously before he asked again, "So, there are only five of you who have come from the Alclos region?"

"No, there's another one named Anias Sylanger, but she's always wearing a mask and never talking about herself. Shrugging her shoulders, Kacha Ikaterin expressed her frustration with Anias Silanger.

"What. This made Haldais suddenly energetic, and quickly picked up a quill and a parchment book to record, while silently muttering: "Well, Anias Silanger." ”

"Okay, so when did you first know him? Smoking his pipe vigorously, Haldeth stared closely at the five dreamers in front of him.

"Probably, probably, five years ago. Halleis's eyes made Helena Harbour wince.

"Good, good. The quill in Holdes' hand kept sliding, and after the record, he continued to ask: "Has she been doing anything unusual lately, or who is she working in?"

"I don't know whose house he works in, because he has a withdrawn personality and never talks about himself. John Legodale rubbed his nose as he recounted: "But, six or seven days ago, she ran back to the hotel in a panic and knocked over my coffee, and she was never seen again. ”

"Well, five years ago, six or seven days, basically coincided with the time of running away from home, and the time of the corpse's death. While whispering, Holdess recorded non-stop.

But at this time, Pedro, who had been quietly watching, suddenly spoke: "Anias Silanger, eight days ago, I saw her in the place where magic crystals were sold, because her outfit was very conspicuous in the crowd, so I paid more attention to it, but I am not sure if it is her, because her back always gives me an indescribable feeling." ”

"Very well, Pedro, do you remember the place where magic crystals were sold?" exhaled, and Haldez looked up at Pedro standing in the corner.

"Oh, of course, at the northern end of the Ezerito market. Looking at Halleis, who did not pause for a moment, Pedro couldn't help but be exaggerated by this tension.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation, now we have to go. After quickly closing the sheepskin book, Haldes got up in a panic and picked up the suit that had been hanging on the hanger: "Thank you Lazarus for me." ”

With that, Jordès patted Pedro on the shoulder and left with López.

The dark and dreary night seemed to be smeared heavily on the sky, and even the glimmer of the stars was gone, and the earth was already asleep, except for the gentle breeze and the occasional bark or two of dogs, and the deserted streets were silent.

At night, the streets are like a flat river, winding in the dense shadows of the trees, only the leaves rustling by the wind and rain, as if recalling the bustle and busyness of the day.

"Looks like we're still a step too late, Detective Halleis. As he spoke, López shrugged his shoulders, but then, quickly tightened his body, and the temperature had dropped quite significantly recently.

"Maybe my enthusiasm has gone a little too far. Sighing helplessly, Haldeth raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

"Looks like we'll have to come back tomorrow, I think we'll have to find an inn first. As he spoke, puffs of thin white smoke continued to appear in front of López's mouth.

The cold caused Holdès to suck hard, "Twilight Forest, didn't you say that the bed is very comfortable?"

"If I had that much gold, I think I'd be more than happy. With a heavy exhalation, López raised his legs and left: "There is a cheap hotel to the north, I hope there are extra rooms." ”

Slowly, the moon moved out of the clouds.

"Actually, I'm still thinking about that sigil. Glancing at the back of López in front of him, Holdès continued to open his mouth: "Actually, Duke Bazel once asked me to investigate this mark, according to him, it was the mark of a cult organization, but I have not been able to get any useful clues, so this matter is over." ”

"Is it a cult? I'm not something that ordinary people like me should be looking into. ”