It's been nearly a week since the Battle of the Church, and Garon has rarely left the mountain residence except for the occasional trip to Fog City to search for Dies's whereabouts.

Hiluda was naturally very happy about this, but he didn't show much of the man's emotions in consideration.

Maybe there was a reason why she didn't know what happened, but Garon figured that even if she knew, she wouldn't care too much.

Men's friends and victories and defeats may be worth her consideration, but what is more worthy of her attention is the hard-won peaceful life.

Happiness cannot be disturbed, nothing can be disturbed.

Garon had hoped that once he had climbed the mountain, he would never bother with anything else.

Unfortunately, reality is always different from what is expected.

"This is something that an adult has entrusted us with to give you."

After the ninth search failed, Garon, who was about to leave the city, was stopped by an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

His face was stiff, as if the face of a dead corpse had been forcibly ripped off and glued to his muscles, and he wore a yellow coat with a white coat embedded in a black background on his shoulders.

Based on the other party's attire and badge, Garon quickly learned the identity of the other party, which was a messenger.

Messengers also deliver letters, but not only in the sense of messengers.

They will accept various items and give him to the designated person.

No matter where that person is, no matter who that person is, they have a way to find him and deliver things as the client asks, rarely failing.

Such high-quality service and reputation have allowed them to have a large number of customers, but seeking their help requires several prerequisites.

First, they have never commissioned a messenger to send or receive a messenger's goods before.

In other words, a messenger is a service that a person can only use once in his or her life, and after contact, he cannot be directly commissioned or entrusted.

Former clients can only act as referrers and refer others to use the messenger service, or use other services provided by the messenger organization.

Second, we do not accept commissions that are too valuable, and antiques, gems, magic tools, etc., which exceed 10,000 gold coins, fall into this category. Before the commission begins, there will be a special person to identify the entrusted goods, and those who do not meet the requirements will be rejected.

Thirdly, there are only four kinds of messengers, classified as gray, white, yellow, and red, corresponding to one gold coin a day, ten gold coins a month, a hundred gold coins a year, and a thousand gold coins for ten years. For example, the lowest messengers will start a day-long search after receiving the item, and after finding the recipient, they will hand it over to the other party and receive a gold coin in return.

After the expiration of the time limit, the service will not be continued, and the advance remuneration will not be returned.

Although the terms are overbearing, in reality the failure of the messenger is based on the death of the recipient or the timeout of the low-cost service.

In other words, as long as the recipient's survival status can be guaranteed and enough gold can be paid, the messenger will be able to complete the task 100%.

For these reasons, a significant number of the messenger's commissions are commissioned by the deceased.

At the end of his life, the commissioner, with the help of the power of the messenger, gives something to another person, in order to leave something behind.

Garon took the package, and when he looked up again, he could no longer find the messenger.

"Some doorways."

Garon muttered, not to estimate the Messenger's combat effectiveness, at least their legs and feet were fast, no wonder he hadn't heard the slightest rumor about the Messenger being robbed and killed.

It's just, who threw this thing?

Garon took the package back to the mountain house, and there was no sign of Heroda in the hall, probably taking care of the flowers and plants in the mountains.

After pouring himself a cup of tea, Garon sat down on the couch and dismantled his things.

The outer packaging is very strong, but it is not troublesome to remove, and soon Garon sees the body in the box.

"Books?"

Garon raised an eyebrow and flipped to the first page, scribbled handwriting on the white paper.

August 7, rain.

Nothing happened today, but I was in an inexplicably unhappy mood, so I opened a few bottles of wine and called a few women.

I was going to call Galleon, but when I remembered that this guy had been gone for a few months, and he was still with a village girl, I became more and more irritable.

The guy who is heavy on color and light on friends, it is not happy to let Uncle Ben drink.

What happens to a man who loses his freedom?

Tut~

The green tendons in Garon's head bulged inexplicably, and his knuckles made a crisp sound.

......

Suddenly, I wanted to throw away this broken book.

September 9, fine.

The regular council of the black capital, the guys with a little face are here.

On the surface, it's quite decent, but in the final analysis, it's just to divide the spoils, count the number of people to see if anyone has died, and divide his property and power.

If you want a big head, you can only grab it with your hands, and if you want to share the soup, just shut up and wait.

My night market is not big, and I don't want to make it big, so I'll just take a look.

......

October 13th, fog.

I'm a little tired of this kind of life, I used to live a poor life, so now that I have money, I want to enjoy it to the fullest.

It's a pity that after I got what I was thinking about, I found that it was just that, I didn't get the happiness I wanted, but my life was a little better.

Am I too idle, or am I not fit to be a rich man in my bones?

October 27, fine.

Today's sun is very poisonous, and several shops in the city have been burned down, and several people have died.

Probably because I was too idle, I also went to take a look.

The body disappeared, I don't know who dealt with it, but the house has been almost restored, I heard that the city lord personally took action, and when I rushed over, the people were already gone, it's a pity that I didn't run into it.

November 4th, rain.

.........

"This guy doesn't write anything useful."

Garon sighed, his face full of helplessness.

He had patiently turned dozens of pages, but he hadn't finished half of it.

The package was obviously sent by Dees, and the diary was also very much in line with his habits, scattered and chaotic, mostly recounting some small things to vent his dissatisfaction.

But with Garon's knowledge of someone, he may have sensed uneasiness, so he left some important information in his diary, and if something happened to him, the messenger who lost the whereabouts of the client would set out and deliver it to himself, so that the clues would not disappear with him.

Garon originally thought so, but unfortunately after reading part of the diary, he didn't get anything, and there was nothing else in the package, which couldn't help but make him a little disappointed.

"Am I wrong?"

Garon muttered, closing the journal and tossing it on the table.

Or is it ...... What was overlooked?

If there is nothing else, then the body should be a diary.

Diess prepared this thing, probably really trying to remind me of something.

"What the hell is missing?"

Garon quietly looked at the diary, and after observing it for a few minutes, his eyes gradually settled on the side of the diary, on the dozen folded pages.

Could it be that the reading order is wrong?