At the Cragg Club's shooting range, Klein was tested by his equestrian instructor Talim in both marksmanship and combat, and the latter finally made clear his purpose: a friend of his wanted to commission a detective, and he recommended the famous detective Sherlock Moriarty.

Don't catch rapes, find cats or anything...... Klein sneered and asked with a smile:

"What kind of commission does your friend want to make?"

"Hehe, he'll come to the club later, and you guys will talk to each other." Talim rubbed the place where he was hit by Klein with his backhand, "I don't know exactly what the commission is, by the way, he's a journalist, Mike Joseph, a journalist for the Daily Observer, I think you've heard of him." ”

"Mike Joseph of the Daily Observer?" Klein felt the name familiar, and after a little recollection, he remembered that the first few articles about "Hero Detective" seemed to be the work of this journalist......

When he previously discovered that one of Mr. Tower's identities was "Hero Detective" Brian, he had collected some information, including many articles written by Mike's reporter.

However, after thinking about it, Klein still asked tentatively, "That Mr. Reporter who reported on Detective Brian?" ”

"That's right, Mike, with his relationship with Detective Brian, has been given several opportunities for interviews, for which he has not only been commended, but also promoted to the quasi-senior of the newspaper." Talim said with emotion.

Since His Royal Highness the Prince also took a stake in the Daily Observer, he was more concerned about this.

"But why didn't Mr. Mike commission Detective Brian?" Crane asked, puzzled.

"As far as I know, Detective Bryan is going away from Beckland for a while, and Mike should be seeing him off right now...... That's why I'll be able to come over for a while. Talim replied as he walked towards the stairs of the range.

Crane, who was following him, was both relaxed and a little regretful when he heard this.

Relaxed because since Mr. "Tower" has left Beckland, he doesn't have to worry about meeting the other party for a short time and being recognized. With his current disguise, he was not in the slightest sense that he could hide from a notorious detective. What's more, the "confession" is still in his hands, if it is really seen, I am afraid that he can only recognize himself as "the world".

Unfortunately, because after "Tower" left Baekland, it was difficult for him to mobilize enough strength to help him achieve his goal. After all, whether it is Miss "Justice" or Miss "Trial", although they are good in terms of funding and intelligence capabilities, their frontal combat capabilities are too far behind the "tower", and they may even be inferior to themselves......

Just as he was secretly calculating, there was a sudden cascading illusory sound of supplication in his ears.

Seeing him stop, Talim asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" ”

Klein smiled and said, "I'd like to go to the bathroom first." ”

……

In a hunting ground in the parish of Beckland, Audrey led a maroon mare and deliberately went to a corner, pretending to discuss things with Viscount Gleirint.

She wore white trousers and knee-length black boots, and her upper body was a simple women's shirt with a black jacket with a cinched waist, coupled with a protective helmet of the same tone, the whole person looked extremely sassy and beautiful.

Hugh, who had rushed from the station and disguised himself as an attendant to Viscount Gleilint, glanced enviously at Audrey's long, straight legs, and unconsciously tiptoed to tiptoe.

But she quickly restrained her emotions, took the stack of papers sent by the big golden retriever named "Susie" in her hand, and pretended to look through it curiously.

Although she already knew what was inside, after all, she was also present when Mr. "Fool" issued this "investigation" mission.

Then, after the two sides set the commission to find "Lanerys" for an amount of 100 pounds, Audrey asked again: "Is there any news about psychological alchemy?" ”

After getting the secret of the "gods" from Mr. "Tower" at the Tarot meeting, she looked for the "Psychological Alchemy Society" not simply for the potion formula, but to find out the news of the "demigod dragon bones" as soon as possible, after all, she didn't like the feeling of being in debt at all.

Furth straightened his long curly hair, glanced at Hugh and said:

"I recently joined a new gathering of the Extraordinary, which is said to have had potion recipes for 'spectators' and 'mind readers', and I suspect that there are members of the Psychic Alchemy Society among the members of that party.

"Wait until the next party, I'll apply and take you along."

"Okay." Audrey deliberately did not hide her joy.

……

Port Enmat, Church of Plenty.

Dunn Smith rubbed his forehead tiredly, he was wearing the face of the movie version of "Iron Man" at the moment, but his eyes were as deep as ever...... Well, the hairline is also slightly higher.

Recalling the embarrassing things he had just done in his dream, Dunn glanced at the long-haired brown priest "Miss" not far in front of him, and couldn't help but say helplessly:

"Lady Crossfia, you can suppress the negative effects of this mask, why do you let it happen every time?"

Cross Fia, that is, Judy's mother, the demigod of the audience's path, the "lazy" lady of the Psychological Alchemy Society, she glanced at each other with a smile and said, "Because I'm too lazy to get it." ”

I really like to play tricks on people more than Dai Li...... As soon as Dunn changed his mind, he heard the other party say again, "But, you should feel it, right?" The disharmony within your mind has been largely bridged, and the rest of the problems only need to be 'played' to digest the 'potion'. ”

"But you don't have to rely on that mask to play......" Dunn understood what the other party meant, and wanted to argue.

"But if you 'play' it yourself, can you really become a qualified 'nightmare'? I snatched the child's ice cream in my dream, and because the other party cried, I had to send it back to laugh at the 'Waste Wood Nightmare'. ”

Miss Crossfia said with a wry smile.

Dunn was speechless for a moment, he was actually very puzzled in his heart, obviously he went to steal Klein's food in his dream in the past, and the effect was very good...... Why can't a similar role be played now?

"That doesn't always make me play in Russell the Great's Iron Man...... Not to mention the embarrassment, there are more performances, and the nearby residents will no longer be scared because of dreaming of this, right? Dunn made one last effort.

"You have a point...... "Cross Fia nodded thoughtfully, and just when Dunn thought he could finally be freed, he heard the other man continue, "Then I'll talk to 'Clown Mask' and let it play a different script...... Well, what do you think of the Hulk? It's sure to scare people. ”

Hearing this, Dunn rubbed his forehead again, picked up the cup on the table, took a sip of coffee, and then said with a wry smile:

"Ma'am, just spare me."

"Haha, I'm just kidding." Ms. Crossfia covered her mouth and laughed a few times, before she restrained her expression and asked, "If it is your enemy, do you dare, and will you inflict the 'nightmare' on the other party?" ”

Hearing this, Dunn's dark eyes glanced at her, and said while thinking, "Do you know the whereabouts of Lanrius?" ”

"Why not Ince Zangwill?" Cross Fia asked with interest.

"Oh, the power of the Nightmare can't make the demigods afraid...... What's more, that person is now a much more powerful 'nightmare' than me. Dunn sighed and laughed to himself.

"You're self-aware...... But Lanerus is not so simple, he has a trace of divinity of the true creator, and if you don't want to get rid of it, you can't deal with him...... You said before that you have seen the real Creator 'image' in your dreams...... It didn't taste good. Crossfia said, shaking her finger.

"Where is he?" Dunn was silent for a few seconds before asking.

"Beckland...... Where exactly is it still necessary to investigate to know. Crossfia replied.

"What do I need to pay for you to make a move and destroy that shred of divinity?" Dunn looked at the priest "Miss" with determination in his eyes, as if he was willing to pay whatever the price.

"I need you to do something for me." Crossfia curled the corners of her mouth and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't let you violate the moral code." ”

……

On the steam train, Abner, who had been studying on the source fort for about ten minutes, came to his senses, pinched his swollen eyebrows, and asked the conductor to buy a cup of sweet iced tea.

At the same time, Klein, who was at the Kragg Club, finally came out of the bathroom.