Roger had just finished brewing a cup of coffee when he heard a knock on the door. He glanced at the old brown wall clock hanging on the wall, pondered the visitor's origin, and walked towards the door.

Thinking "probably them", Roger opened the door, but was surprised to find a dirty newsboy standing in front of him.

"Your letter, sir. The newsboy pulled out a crumpled envelope from his pocket and handed it to Roger, who was still holding his coffee cup.

"My letter?" said Roger, taking the envelope with his free hand in surprise, trying to recall in his mind the few people who might have sent him letters, but to no avail. There is nothing left on the front of the envelope, either the recipient or the sender. He flipped to the back, but was still unsigned. However, on the opening of the envelope, there was a mischievous burgundy lip print. Not only that, but the envelope also exudes a familiar smell of perfume. He took the envelope to his nose and sniffed it gently.

It is the taste of cloves and gooseberries.

As expected, the letter was not addressed to him. Roger put the letter down, only to find the newsboy still standing there, his eyes staring straight at him. "What's the matter, little one?" he asked knowingly, trying to slip away. "You've got a lot of newspapers to sell, don't you?"

"All right, kind sir. I haven't eaten in days. "For the sake of me sending you a letter," said the newsboy, "give me twenty caps and let me eat something." ”

Roger looked at the newsboy's ruddy little face with interest, wondering how far the cunning little fellow could make it up.

"The foreman also abused us every day and beat us to the ground. Seeing that Roger was indifferent, the newsboy pulled back his sleeves, revealing strangely shaped bruises. "Maybe you can give me ten more caps and let me buy a bottle of trauma medicine. ”

"And these shoes, they're almost worn out on my feet......," the little newsboy gave examples, and told him almost all the parts of his body. After he was speechless, Roger took a sip of the coffee in his hand and said:

"Don't talk nonsense, little one. He shook the cup in his hand and pointed to the stains on the newsboy's clothes, "Do you really think I can't see that those yellow spots on your clothes are mud? It's gravy, am I right? Before you say you're starving, take a look at your rosy face and the grease on the corners of your mouth. Presumably, our sender was very generous and paid you a lot, enough for you to eat for ten days and half a month. Don't fool around, I know that guy, it's a big deal. Roger took a sip of coffee, moistened his throat, and continued, "And your bruises, I guess I drew them myself with an ink pen, I have never added a whip of this shape, and I can draw a wound of this shape." And your shoes...... Oh, I don't want to say more. He sighed, took five bottle caps out of his pocket, and tossed them to the newsboy, "Anyway, that's what you can get from me." No more, no less, standard price, nothing else. You can go, little one, and if you want to be sympathetic, please go find someone else. He waved his hand and motioned for the other to go. The newsboy glared at him hatefully, slipped the cap into his pocket, and ran away.

Roger looked at the embarrassed newsboy who was far away, and felt a bad breath. The fraud in Cité Soleil grows more and more serious, and even the newsboys and flower girls join in, sometimes pretending to be pathetic, sometimes being unreasonable, and advocating the supremacy of money at a young age, which is a headache for Roger - although this is also his credo.

He returned to the room, sat down on the soft couch, placed the teacup in the small saucer, and looked again at the envelope with the red lips printed on it. He reached for the seal, hesitating whether it should be opened. He knew that this faith was not for himself, but curiosity drove him to do something immoral. "Well, you have neither a signature nor a message. Even if it is dismantled by mistake, it is understandable. Finally, he gave himself a convincing reason to tear off the seal with the red lips printed on it.

Strangely, however, no matter how hard Roger tried, he couldn't tear open the thin sheet of oiled paper. He even brought a knife, but it was in vain as if it had hit an iron plate.

"Okay, well, it looks like it's you, little witch. Roger threw out the envelope with a helpless expression, letting it flutter on the wooden floor.

Feeling fooled, he walked over to the stove and decided to make himself another cup of coffee. However, before he could take out the coffee beans, there was another knock on the door.

This time, he trusts he won't be wrong again. He walked to the door, picking up the letter he had thrown on the floor.

He opened the door, and as expected, a cold silver crow stood in front of him. And, of course, there's a girl with a little flower pinned to her.

"Hello, lovely Nana. He smiled and greeted the girl, who politely returned the salute.

"And you, Mist Chaser. Just in time, here's a letter for you. ”

"My letter?" Roger could make out the surprise in his tone.

"Yes, I was surprised, too. Anyway, come in first, I just happened to be making coffee. He opened the door and led K and Natasha into his room.

As soon as she entered the house, Natasha exclaimed in surprise: "It's so big!"

"That's nature, it's not cheap. Roger brought out two cups of coffee and handed them to the girl and his old friend. "I've been working hard for a long time. ”

"Work, do you mean finding their husbands for your wives?" said K, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Hey, like it or not, you have to admit that it's far more lucrative than investigating murders, especially those rich wives. Not to be outdone, Roger said to the fog chaser, "Don't you often catch rabbits to make money?"

"Really, K, did you really catch rabbits?" Natasha looked surprised, "I thought you were only going to kill fog beasts." ”

"Remember, Nana, a good hunter has to know everything. The Fogchaser preached to the girl in a serious manner, but then turned to Roger and said to him, "By the way, you say you have my letter?

"Oh, this is it. He took out the envelope and handed it to the Fog Chaser, "There is no signature, no address." ”

"And how do you know it's for me?" asked K, taking the envelope, suspiciously.

"Well, you'll find out for yourself. Roger sold a pass and wanted to wait for the other party to figure it out for himself. Silver Crow took off his mask, revealing his grim scarred face, and he flipped the envelope over to see the red lips printed on the seal. He whispered something as if out of nowhere, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his blue eyes.

"Do you know what?" asked Roger.

The Fog Chaser glanced at him, but did not answer. He brought the envelope to his face and stared at the lip print for a long time, his expression tangled. But in the end, he did something that surprised both Roger and Natasha - he kissed the envelope, or rather, the lip print.

Then, the Fog Chaser easily tore open the envelope that Roger couldn't cut with a knife.

"Y-what did you do?" he asked, surprised.

"Nothing, a simple little magic. K put on the mask again, as if trying to hide his expression. "This lip print is something like a lock, and if you want to unlock it, you have to use the right key. ”

"The key...... Is that your mouth?" Roger nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood something, "Okay, okay, worthy of our little witch." ”

"Yes, you guessed it. It was her, with her nasty jokes as usual. ”

"Isn't it bad? I don't think so. Roger said with a wicked smile. Natasha looked at the two of them blankly, with countless doubts written on her face. "What's the matter, Nana, is there anything you want to say?" asked Roger, seeing the girl's desire to speak.

"That...... Are you the witches you call your friends?" asked Natasha in a whisper, her gaze quietly shifting to the pensive Mist Chaser.

"Barely count, a woman with a bad character. Roger smacked his lips and said, "The mist chaser in front of you has a lot of bad things to do with her, well......" he said, quietly looking at K, the silver mask not fluctuating in a bit. Natasha listened attentively to her coffee, taking a sip from time to time, but then frowning at the bitterness. "It's bitter. She stuck out her tongue and commented.

"Forget it, there will be time for you in the future. Seeing that the fog chaser put down the letter, Roger immediately changed the subject and asked K, "What did the letter say?

"Unfortunately, neither. "K folded the letter and put it in her pocket," the witch told me, having found something strange, and wished I should go to Norland to find her, as a ....... Well, expert, help her solve some problems. ”

"Sounds like ...... A work commission. Roger commented, smiling wickedly, "I'm sure she's promised to give you the reward you deserve." ”

"Perhaps, work secrets, not to be revealed. K picked up the steaming coffee and said with a blank face.

"Then you won't accept this commission?" Roger could see that in the face of this problem, the fog chasers rarely fell into a tangled state. The other party did not answer, just silently drank coffee and pondered. The atmosphere became awkward, and the big room was silent, and the Fog Chaser stared at the coffee silently, Roger waited for his answer, while Natasha didn't know what was going on, and looked at the silent two in confusion.

Only the smell of coffee slowly diffused in the room.

"Isn't it right for a friend to help when he's in trouble?" Natasha said suddenly, breaking the silence, "What's more, there's a reward, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone?"

"It's not that simple, Nana......"

"Don't you teach me to go ahead with a bright sword?" Natasha interrupted the Mist Chaser's explanation and continued, "It doesn't matter if she's a witch or whatever, as long as she's a friend, you have to go!" just like Evans, the dragon slayer. ”

The girl's words made Roger laugh. He began to admire the girl in front of him who was not afraid of heaven and earth. "Natasha is right, you should go meet her. ”

"Hey, you've seen Evans' Dragon-Slaying Diary too?" said the Mist Chaser scoffing.

"Not really...... But," Roger paused, and began to gather his thoughts, "I don't think she would have sent you a letter and asked you to go to her if it weren't for the matter." ”

"Who knows, pranks are her forte. K retorted like a stubborn child.

"Hey, I can't help it if you say that. But she must have put a lot of effort into sending the letter. Not only did he pay the newsboy, but he also added magic that only you could unlock. Not only that, but she guessed that you would come to Sun City, that you would come to me. Speaking of which, do you remember this?" he pulled out a mechanical part studded with a magic stone, something that K had given him on the train earlier. "I checked it for you, and as expected, I couldn't find the source. But the master told me that maybe there would be some traces of magic left on the stone, and that a good mage might be able to help us. I just remembered that we had a powerful wizarding friend. ”

"Did he really say that?" said the Fog Chaser, taking the part, and asked incredulously.

"Of course, with my professionalism. Roger patted his chest and reassured, "How's it going?"

"If that's the case, then I'll have to think about it. K whispered, fiddling with the parts encrusted with the Philosopher's Stone.

"Of course, what you have is time. But don't be too late. Otherwise, if we were as late as then, it would displease our little witch. Roger took a sip of the cold coffee, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, and the past spread out in his mind like a scroll.