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Beckland North End, St. Samuel's Church.

In the long sound of the paper turning, Sost asked casually:

"What's new in Beckland lately? What do you think is worth paying attention to. ”

Dai Li's eyes moved slightly, and she thought for a while:

"Several of the extraordinary people we have worked with have passed on the news that many people have been looking for an organization that believes in the 'Fool' recently, and have given them the corresponding honorific names......"

After describing the name of "The Fool" in Rune, she chuckled, "I seem to have seen the birth of a new cult, perhaps the incarnation of an old friend, of course." ”

"Sost, what do you think?"

Sost thought for a moment and said, "No, I've never heard of anything like it. ”

At this moment, Leonard raised his head from the file and said in a deep voice, "Could this be related to the two tarot rituals we tracked?" 'Fool' is the original tarot card and is the most important main card! ”

Dai Li was stunned for a second, and nodded thoughtfully: "Your idea is very interesting......"

"But there's no evidence for it, it's pure speculation, not even reasoning." Sost said unapprovingly.

Leonard showed a smile and said, "Russell the Great said, make bold assumptions and be careful to verify. ”

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Hilston District, Cragg Club.

As soon as Klein, who had been heading straight for the place after leaving the Harvest Chapel, entered the hall and saw the equestrian teacher Talim Dumont sitting in a secluded place, not knowing what to think.

Seeing that he would have to wait a while for lunch, Crane leaned over and greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, Talim, you seem to have another problem?" ”

Talim woke up suddenly, and quickly shook his head and said, "No, no." ”

What do you seem to have done? Crane muttered, sat down, and then smiled:

"It's a pity Alan and Mike aren't there, otherwise we would have had another enjoyable afternoon."

Talim followed with a smile: "They are all busy, and they have very little free time. ”

Without waiting for Crane to speak, he looked around and said, "Sherlock, there is a big man who is very interested in you after hearing me mention your deeds, and wants to meet you, would you like to?"

"Frankly, this is something I envy, it's a very rare opportunity."

Wait, what can I do? Help Mrs. Mary catch the adulterer? Accompany Mike Reporter to a brothel? Even though I went to the Eastern District several times, I didn't do anything extraordinary, and wasn't the Eastern District under martial law for several days because of that big incident, since I haven't been charged by Chavas until now, it proves that Maria's secrecy is very good...... At best, you know that I have contributed to Serial Killer and helped Dr. Allen solve the nightmare problem by providing consultation...... Crane listened for a moment.

After two seconds, he suddenly understood why.

It must have been that when the big man asked Talim if he knew any good detectives, he could only think of me, so he took the initiative to help me add some descriptions that sounded very powerful, such as the serial killer, the real breaker behind the scenes, and the great detective with strong action, keen sense of smell, and accurate shooting in the case of Mrs. Mary's ex-husband and sympathetic woman transferring the property of Kaoyinmu's company...... This is business blowing each other...... Crane sighed to himself.

He pondered and said, "Talim, I'm sorry, as a detective, I have my own principles, that is, try not to mix things involving big people, maybe just a small sneeze friction on the upper stage, it is likely to bring me unbearable disasters." ”

"I'm not going to label myself, so I'm not going to meet the big guy."

“…… You're sane. "The big man expected this reaction and thought that such a detective was more trustworthy. So maybe in the future, he will still come to you and do some commissions that have nothing to do with high society. ”

That's fine...... Crane smiled and nodded.

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For lunch, Crane opted for creamy matsutake fernett noodles with garlic clam bisque and steamed custard. The membership fee is so expensive, you must eat it back, not to mention that the chef of the club is very skilled, and he can eat until he can't eat anything every time.

Talim still seemed preoccupied, but since he didn't want to say it, Crane couldn't ask, and the two of them occasionally chatted about the weather, the market, and recent fashion trends. Talim also gradually relaxed a little in this rambling conversation, his face became less worried, and he gradually relaxed and enjoyed his lunch.

When he was about to finish eating, Crane looked around left and right, "Hasn't Mr. Vaughn been around lately?" ”

Talim dipped the sauce to eliminate the last piece of steak meat, wiped his mouth with a napkin contentedly, and replied with a smile: "It's November now, and the year before was the busiest time for writers." Sherlock, you don't know, in fact, at this time of year, Mr. Vaughn will be at home to write, and then come out after completing the manuscript commission. ”

After speaking, Talim shook his head self-deprecatingly: "I still have something to look for him, but unfortunately I haven't seen him for the past two days......"

I see...... Angel seniors seem to enjoy the lives of ordinary people.

Crane, who pondered taking the initiative to visit once, silently dispelled this idea, because he couldn't take out the items of the extraordinary world, and he couldn't cook a good meal like the angel's predecessors, and it was suspected that he would be a good neighbor of the angel, and the angel was not his good neighbor lawyer Jürgen. And it's very rude to disturb others while they're working, and since they're no longer going out, maybe the seniors aren't very willing to receive guests at this time.

"Sherlock, you seem to be acquainted with Mr. Edward? I remember the first time I tried to introduce you, it didn't work out, and you left first. ”

Talim was a little curious: "When did you meet?" ”

You even introduced me to her? I don't remember it at all, I think it's in private...... She and I met at the sewer mouth, but I can't tell you, of course.

Crane subconsciously wiped his nose and began to distort the facts: "I met Mr. Edward by chance on the way to complete the commission, and later found that it was very easy to chat, so I gradually got acquainted. ”

Talim had no doubts about the Great Detective's words, and even smiled predictably: "I guess so." ”

"When we went to Mr. Carter's dinner party before, Mr. Carter specially praised you in front of us as a great detective, and I also learned that you are not only good marksmanship, good skills, but also can drive snakes!"

Mr. Carter? Who is Mr. Carter – Snake Drive? Could it be Miller Carter? The rich man who bought the Pound family's mansion with a secret basement? You and the angel seniors happened to attend his dinner party? What a coincidence, Beckland is so small...... Crane replied with an unchanging face, "It was just a small thing, and in the end, that underground building that had fallen into disrepair collapsed. ”

"Did Mr. Edward say anything?"

To be on the safe side, he couldn't help but ask.

After all, Miss Sharon had asked for it to be blown up, so that the ghostly could freely enter and get the items. If Mr. Edward is interested there, I'm afraid I'll have to inform Miss Sharon in advance...... But this is not because I leaked secrets, I did not break the agreement, this is a coincidence that no one expected...... Crane thought silently.

Now he has a natural resistance to "coincidence".

"Mr. Edward was just a little curious, and didn't say anything." Talim recalled, not taking it to heart. He got up, and after the carefree lunchtime, the same worries appeared on his face again.

"It's time for me to go, Sherlock. It's a pleasure to talk to you, but there are still people waiting for me, see you another day. ”

Seeing that he looked tired and hurried to the exit of the club, Crane also stood up and said goodbye to him with a smile.

"See you another day."

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"Dear Dean Norma, Zhan Xin'an."

"Today is November 8th, long time no see, I'm Ademisor."

"As you can see, I am now free from chaos and am able to think, study and read and write normally. With everyone's help, I mastered meditation, gradually controlled my inspiration, and completed a promotion. ”

"Now, I'm able to predict my luck every day through inspiration."

"I told Mr. Sean that he wouldn't win a lottery ticket, and he didn't believe it, but he didn't win."

"We've got some funding, and the recent human trafficking has been resolved, and a lot of things are going in a good direction. Miss Maria took the opportunity to expand the factory to accommodate more workers, and now we have more than 400 employees in our three factories. ”

"Miss Maria chose me to be her assistant, and I began to learn to do simple things. She seemed to want to groom me to be a manager in preparation for my future entry into the sect, and I didn't know if I would be able to live up to her expectations. ”

"I'll try."

"Is everything okay over there? I saw Alia here, she was studying at the University of Beckland, and the scholarship and grants from the school were enough to support her, she could eat bread with meat every day, and she grew a little taller. ”

"I have applied to Miss Maria, and at the end of this year I would like to return to you and spend the New Year with you."

"Once again, I wish you good health!"

"Your sincere child, Ademisor, respectfully."

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In the gloomy smuggling boat, a chubby man with a turban couldn't bear it, and kept whispering to the person next to him: "Have you arrived?" ”

"It's been a long time!"

"Didn't you say you could get there today?"

"I don't have anything to throw up anymore!"

The person who was asked replied impatiently: "It's almost there." ”

"Mr. Craftsman, you and I are both believers in God, this escape is blessed by the Great Mother Tree, you are always so impatient, and you are disrespectful to God!"

I didn't even think about honoring your Rausch Son Desire Mother Tree!! The delicate stomach could not eat these coarse foods, and the nobles who had never traveled far had never walked such a long waterway, and Sharf Maxwell, who had vomited eight hundred times along the way, cursed in his heart, and had to make a look of pious repentance on his face, and returned to his place without speaking.

Great-great-uncle and grandfather, this journey is really difficult......!

As soon as Sharf began to complain in his heart, the scene of Trenor holding his ears (so that his feet almost off the ground) before leaving immediately appeared in his mind, and he said with a hideous face: "Do you know how rare this opportunity is! Are you still picking and choosing here? ”

"If, if Charles had this chance, I'd do my best to put him-"

Sharf felt a burning pain in his ears, and it was Turing, the old butler, who hurried over to play the round, interrupting the second half of his great-great-grandfather's words and saving his own ears.

Of course, he also wanted to escape, but it was also necessary to complain. Under the cover of a group of cultists, he went out of Trier incognito, hiding, walking through the mountains and forests along the way, and finally left the port two days ago, and successfully boarded the prepared ship to a hidden port near the Rorsted Islands.

When the time comes, someone from the Celestial Sect will come and guide him.

After about two hours, Sharf watched the sunlight coming through the cracks in the deck overhead, gradually shifting from the center to the east, representing that the sun was sinking in the west, and the carriage of the eternal sun was about to leave the sky, and it would not be long before the goddess of the night would come in steps.

In a violent and brief jolt, the ship came to shore.

Sharf was protected and disembarked with the cultists, only to be surrounded by a group of cultists who seemed to be mentally abnormal and seemed to be very capable of fighting, and there was no trace of the people who had come to help him as his great-great-uncle and grandfather had said. Scharf's heart couldn't help but start beating the drums.

Haven't you been here yet......

The cultists gathered around him, centering him around, and Sharf felt like a piece of meat being stared at by the beasts.

While he does, probably, probably really a little plump, the metaphor is something he doesn't accept at all!

The pace of the crowd was hurried, and after leaving the private port, they entered the jungle without stopping. The sweltering and humid climate and the hurried walk took the pampered Scharf out of breath. He ripped off the hood of his cloak and breathed heavily, and in the sound of his bellows-like gasps, he suddenly made out a strange tone.

Immediately after, the person who was walking in front suddenly fell.

Sharf was startled, then shook, and searched for the real members of the Pilgrimage sect who had come to pick him up. The cultists looked around vigilantly, covering their ears, but the ethereal tone seemed to rush straight into their heads, and they fell to the ground one after another, and in the blink of an eye, only Sharf was left standing.

Intrigued, Sharf crouched down and reached out to probe the sniff of the nearest person, and was shocked to find that he had lost his breath!

Not only him, but everyone here was already out of breath, and was killed by that strange tone!

"Smack." There was a soft landing sound in front of the side, and a man in a light brown cloak jumped from a tall branch.

Small kiosk

He looked up and looked at each other with Sharf. Sharf was able to discern the contours of the Ruon's face, as well as the dark complexion and dark curls characteristic of the Southlanders, and the hair was thinly tied into many small braids, tied in bunches, or falling naturally.

"Are you a craftsman?" He asked, a leaf in the corner of his mouth.

"You're the one sent by the Pilgrimage Sect to pick me up?" Sharf breathed a sigh of relief, then became curious, "That voice just now is your extraordinary ability?" ”

After confirming that the other party was indeed his future companion, he also relaxed a little, led the way ahead with a cold face, and introduced himself: "Yes, I am the extraordinary person of the 'corpse collector' path. Of course, we prefer to call it the "Grim Reaper" path. ”

"I'm Garland De, the head of the Rorsted Islands of the Roving Sect."

"I'm Sharf Maxwell. My great-great-grandfather, Master Trenor Soren Vaughn, asked me to come. ”

Garland de raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this chubby young man to have such a prominent background. But it doesn't matter, now that he has left Intis and given up his status as a nobleman and a priest, he is no different from an ordinary person like himself.

"Well, nice to meet you." He said.

"Welcome to the sea, welcome to the original colonial city, the city of Byamu, Mr. Sharf Maxwell."

TBC

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Graduation is approaching, and I have been busy these days, and I have a lot of things to do in the next week......

There's no time to reassure the codeword!!!