At 7:30 p.m., in Queens Beckland, outside the main entrance to what appeared to be a house belonging to a certain nobleman.

Hugh, who had changed into the traditional knight's training uniform he usually wore, stood here with his friend Falth, waiting for the arrival of Viscount Gleilint and Miss Audrey.

Furth waited a little bored, and subconsciously took out a cigarette, ready to pass the time, but at this time, Hugh beside her sniffed and said directly:

"Smoking is bad for your health."

Seeing that her face was full of seriousness, Furth did not argue with a weak heart, but changed the subject:

"Hugh, you went to Abner's room last night, and you really didn't do anything?"

Hugh gave her a blank look and replied, "If you hadn't slept so dead, I would have dragged you with me." ”

"I am suddenly a little frightened when you say this...... Firth pretended to be frightened, but seeing that Hugh did not mean to say anything, he asked with concern, "Are you still worried about reciting that honorable name?" Didn't the exorcism ritual held by Abner in the afternoon work well? ”

Hugh shook his head and whispered, "No, although I'm not sure if the evil spirit has been exorcized, that ritual has given me courage...... I'm not so scared anymore. ”

"Then why don't you look interested?" Furth asked, confused.

"It just suddenly dawned on why Abner wouldn't tell me the truth...... In addition to the lack of strength, the main reason is that I acted too recklessly, if he really told me, I'm afraid I can't help but provoke someone who shouldn't be messed with at this time...... It's even involved you and him. ”

In fact, I think Abner's lack of strength is actually referring to himself, and with his character, if he feels that he is within the controllable range, he will definitely say it......

Firth sneered a few words, but on the surface, he changed the subject again, and said with a smile: "Speaking of Abner, he was in the spotlight at the banquet last night...... As far as I know, there were quite a few tabloids that were going to make their headlines on the front page. In the end, it was the 'Admiral of Hell' and the 'Black Tulip' who saved him, and compared to this big incident, a detective's lace went unnoticed. ”

Hugh Wenyan glanced at his friend again, and complained ruthlessly: "You are also one of the heroines of those news, right?" It's still the one that appears the most. ”

Seeing that his friend had finally returned to "normal", Foirth breathed a sigh of relief and said indifferently: "I don't read those tabloids again...... The stories they make up aren't as good as I do. ”

While the two were arguing, a lowly decorated carriage stopped in front of them, and a man and a woman descended from the carriage, none other than Viscount Glerint and Miss Audrey, who had arrived as promised.

Glelint, dressed in a hooded robe and hiding his face deep in the shadow of the hood, greeted Hugh and Firth warmly when he saw him, and asked curiously, "Is this really an extraordinary meeting place?" It looks like a normal house. ”

Is it not ordinary to hang a banner and blatantly put up the title of the party? Are you afraid that there are too few things to do for the night watchman, the substitute punisher, and the mechanical heart?

Furth didn't know when she had the habit of complaining, but she didn't say it, but tried to keep smiling, pointing at Hugh:

"Hugh is a great persuader and can help you get what you want."

The implication is that I've even found someone to bargain for you, do you think it will take you to an ordinary house for fun?

Audrey, who had a blue boat-shaped soft hat in her hood and a black tulle hanging down to cover her face, also felt that her friend's problems were too substandard, and she might even be despised herself, in order to save her image, she smiled and followed Forth's words and called:

"Miss Hugh, can I trust you?"

"With the goddess protecting us, you don't have to worry about it at all." Hugh straightened his back and drew a crimson moon path on his chest.

"May the Goddess bless." Audrey nodded, also four times on her chest.

After that, the four of them didn't say anything more, took a few steps forward, and knocked on the wooden door with three long and two short intervals.

With a squeak, the main door slowly opened, and Audrey, who entered the state of the audience, saw that there were many people sitting scattered inside, some of them used various ways to hide their appearances, such as relying on hoods and masks, and some didn't care, calmly exposing their facial features.

Almost instantly, Audrey noticed the black-robed man sitting on a single couch.

The man also wore a hood and hid his appearance in the shadows.

He watched the visitors silently, giving a sense of condescending overlook.

Very confident, but disgusting in the eyes, the gaze kept moving over me, like two slippery tentacles trying to strip off my clothes...... Audrey has keen senses, is meticulously observant, and calmly makes a judgment, but almost goosebumps on her body.

At this time, Forth whispered, "That is Mr. A, a powerful extraordinary, the convener of this secret gathering. ”

Hugh paid no attention to what Foirth had told the other two, her gaze resting on the man and woman at the entrance who seemed to have just entered.

Although both men wore black robes and hid their faces in their hoods, Hugh easily recognized them as the people he had seen at Abner's banquet last night, thanks to the ability of the "sheriff".

"It seems that the girl I first saw in the living room, with a chaotic, crazy body...... I remember it was called Irene? The other man should be Detective Zerreel. ”

Hugh muttered to himself a few times before turning his attention back to protecting Audrey and Viscount Slylint.

On the other hand, Detective Zerrell didn't notice Hugh's gaze, his eyes were drawn to the contents of a blackboard in the room.

"Baby's cry, flowers, £200."

"Mummy powder, 10 grams, 5 pounds."

"Fish-man slime, 30 ml, 29 pounds."

"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion recipe, 450 pounds."

"Third Generation Difference Machine Manuscript Clues, £300."

……

Detective Zerrell was excited, but on the surface he didn't seem satisfied, so he secretly wrote down his needs and offers, and handed them to the waiter on the side.

But at this moment, an inaudible voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"The clue to the difference machine has reappeared!"

Taken aback, Zerel quickly looked back, only to find that it was an ordinary-looking man with only seaweed-like blue hair that was very striking, and he did not wear any covering, but showed his face so generously.

Maybe the face itself is fake...... While Detective Zerrell was guessing, he had a bad premonition that his purchase would not go smoothly this time.

Sure enough, the note forwarded by Mr. A said that he should wait for the free trade stage and bid with another buyer.

Detective Zerrell exhaled, suppressed a slightly irritated thought, and turned his head to look at the companion who had brought him into the party, that is, Miss Irene, who was still an ordinary person.

But he soon found that the young lady had been staring at Mr. A, the organizer of the party, and he looked like he was in a state of distraction.

"What's wrong?" Detective Zerrell asked, patting her in surprise. It was the first time he had seen this young lady look like this.

"I just saw the gentleman's face...... He's so good-looking! Erin replied subconsciously.

Mr. A, who was looking at all the ladies and ladies present, obviously noticed Irene's gaze at this moment, and he raised his head slightly so that the shadow of the hood no longer obscured his face, and then showed a meaningful smile to Erin.

……

Audrey was disgusted by Mr. A's gaze and felt disgusted as if she had eaten a fly, but when she realized that he had shifted her mind, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the other blackboard in the room.

"A pair of adult manhal eyes are needed."

"Dust from the wraiths, £165."

"Notes of Russell the Great, three pages, 20 pounds."

Seeing this, Audrey was shocked and excited to withdraw from the state of "audience", and there was only one thought left in her heart:

These prices, these prices, too, too cheap! None of the extraordinary materials exceeded 300 pounds!

Compared to the thousands of pounds of deals with Mr. "Tower" and "The Hanged Man" at the Tarot meeting, these are too cheap!

I'd love to buy them all......