"The great pirate Ziringus was shot dead by the Duke's bodyguards in Beckland!"

"Supporting hundreds of pounds of chandeliers alone, Detective Brian becomes a hero again."

"Detectives and pirates, finely disguised are no match for detectives."

……

Early Thursday morning, Furth and Hugh, wearing gauze hats, walked down the street as they prepared to go to the nearest branch of the Bank of Bavaat

- The fee for the new issue of Furth's "Stormstorm Villa" and the bonus and reimbursement for the operation before Hugh have finally been issued.

The clear voices of the newsboys were heard in my ears.

Yes? What? Is Zielingers dead? He also fought Abner? Hundreds of pounds of chandeliers...... Abner doesn't seem to have that kind of power, huh?

Hugh and Firth stared at each other blankly.

It wasn't until the newsboy repeated it a few times from far to near that they came to their senses.

The two of them had moved because they were afraid of being found by Ziringers, and they were inevitably a little surprised to hear the news of his death.

"Do you have any inside information?" Furth asked Hugh.

Hugh shook his head and said, "I haven't been looking for Abner in the last few days...... Didn't receive a mission from MI9 either......"

At the same time, a trace of realization arose in her heart: that is, no wonder the official movement last night was so big, it turned out to be for the sake of Ziringers.

Seeing that his friend really had no clue, Furth went to the newsboy and bought a copy of this morning's Tassock.

This is one of the three largest circulation newspapers in the Kingdom of Rune.

"Hmm...... Ziringos did die, shot dead by Duke Negan's bodyguards...... He disguised himself as Baron Grammel before the assassination, but Abner saw through the disguise, so the Duke was prepared. Hugh glanced at it a few times, and then summed up the gist of what the newspaper had written.

Foirth took the second page of the newspaper, snorted a few times, and said to his friend with a smile:

This whole page is full of descriptions of how Abner caught the chandelier and how he lit it again, which was inspiring, so that the ball room did not cause a big mess......

"After this time, his fame is even greater! No, we're going to Kingster Street now, we'll have to get him a treat." ”

"In the past, did you want to provide tabloid reporters with material to increase the amount of lace news in Abner?" Hugh grumbled, and continued, "Rather than trying to get Abner to have a treat, you should expect how much Miss Audrey will pay us for it...... A few hundred pounds is not a lot for her, but we haven't really done the commission......"

Neither Miss "Justice" nor Mr. "The Hanged Man" was able to participate in the commission......

"If you don't go now, then why don't you climb the wall in the middle of the night and climb through the bedroom window directly?" Furth muttered quietly, and then comforted himself:

"At least Zilingers took the initiative so quickly, and the reason why he was in a hurry to act and fell into an ambush must have contributed from you and me...... What's more, Abner, who saw through him, is still our friend! With Miss Audrey's generosity, at least half of the remuneration would be given, if not all the remuneration was paid. ”

"I hope that's ......" Hugh came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and sighed in his heart: This is the Tarot Society! How can a powerful "pirate general" die so inexplicably...... It's horrible!

I wonder if I can wait for Abner to tell me the truth, or if I can find out on my own, I can also issue a commission from there and solve the problem in the presence of Mr. "Fool......

On the other side, after a few sour words about the bodyguard who might receive a bounty of 10,000 pounds, Firth reminded, "Hugh, let's not go to Miss Audrey for a short time, wait for her to contact us, Zilingers's death hides too many details that we don't know, and rashly looking for Miss Audrey is likely to put us in danger." ”

Of course, if there is something urgent, I can tell you through Mr. "Fool...... But then the identity is revealed.

Thinking so in her heart, Hugh nodded in agreement with Furth's words, she wanted to say something, but at this time, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure appearing on the glass of a roadside shop, a figure wearing an intricate black court dress and a small soft hat of the same color.

The figure disappeared in a flash, but Hugh, as an "interrogator", could remember the other person's appearance if he saw it, and could even gain additional sensing on a transcendent level.

So, she instantly recognized that it was Miss Sharon, who had protected her for a while last night and had not left silently until Jane had heard the news that the operation had been cancelled.

Miss Sharon was deliberately exposed to my sight...... Is this something wrong?

Hugh's heart moved, he thought for a moment, and said to Folth: "I see the code left by MI9...... You go back first, and I'll see the 'Golden Mask'." ”

Something like this has happened many times since Hugh became an MI9 agent, and Furth didn't think much of it, and after a word of advice, he took the money he had taken out and went to the rented house.

But halfway through, the more Furth thought about it, the more wrong it became, because even if the boss of the Retired MI9 left a secret message to meet, he rarely chose to meet in the morning, usually after dark...... Unless it's urgent!

However, Hugh's expression when he spoke just now did not look nervous, but rather a pretended calm......

Could it be ...... What is she doing to hide from me?

At this thought, Foirth hurried back to the place where he had just been, but he did not find Hugh's figure.

She searched the neighborhood for a while, but found nothing.

Hugh wasn't really doing anything dangerous, maybe it was just me thinking about it...... Well, maybe I should ask Abner......

Foirth took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, and then she made her way down and headed toward Kings Street.

Just like that rainy night last week.

……

On the other side, Hugh followed the figures that kept flashing in the glass on both sides of the street, and came to a restaurant that looked simple in decoration, but was in fact very stylish.

Since there weren't many people in the dining room at this time, she caught a glimpse of Jane sitting in the seat inside.

At this time, there was also a lady sitting next to Jane wearing a black robe and "glasses", but there was a hood of the robe to cover it, and Hugh could not see the other party's face clearly.

Although yesterday's operation was forced to be canceled, the main personnel had met each other, and Hugh did not know who this lady was, but he was sure that she must be a powerful helper that Jane had found.

"Is there a new change?" Hugh sat down across from Jane, said hello briefly, and asked directly.

"Yes, a big man decided to give us some help, which led us to confirm the location of the baron and intend to carry out a raid immediately...... But you still need to introduce him to the designated location. Jane didn't say much to her, and spoke directly to Hugh and Miss Sharon, who was listening quietly in the mirror next to her, about the revised plan.

"Immediate raid? Daytime? Hugh was startled when he heard this, but he quickly reacted and asked calmly, "That big man provided a secret space as a battlefield?" That's why I need to lure him there? ”

"That's right." Jane glanced at Hugh1 appreciatively, thinking that it was no wonder that Abner valued the other party, this Miss Hugh was really in excellent mind.

Hugh thought for a moment, and felt that his danger was not very great, after all, Miss Sharon could take him away at any time......

But she still looked at Jane and said seriously, "I need to re-'notarize' the agreement." ”

"No problem, that's as it should be." Jane happily took out a piece of parchment that shone with the sheen of the "sun" realm.

……

After signing the agreement, the group took a horse-drawn carriage to the vicinity of a library in the North District.

And on the way, Hugh quietly wrote the honorific name of Mr. "Fool" in the ancient Hermetic language.

It was the best "insurance" she could think of...... Since the baron had been seeking the breath of Mr. Fool, the mysterious being who resembled a god might be of some interest.

……

In the city of Tingen, Klein, who had just finished reading the "Tingen Morning Post" and learned of the death of Zielingers, complained to himself:

As the boss behind this matter, I didn't know the result until I read the newspaper......