"Miss Dale, is there anything bothering?" Ringer asked as he placed a glass of wine in front of the witch.

Dale took a sip of wine, a hint of blush appearing on her fair face.

"I lost one...... Uh, a very important thing. Ringer was very interested, and did not ask her what she had lost, but said with a smile: "Miss Dale is a witch, even if she loses something, there should be many ways to find it." Dale propped her chin in one hand and said with a worried face: "But recently, I've been busy rushing the manuscript, and I have to submit the manuscript before the deadline, so I don't have time to look for it." Listening to Dale mention the deadline, Ringer remembered that she had gone to the store late last month to ask for creative advice, and Layla had given it

"Imitation" suggestion, but Dale seems to have used too much force, and imitation became plagiarism. The main owner who was copied by her, another witch from a month later, Silvona, soon came to the store and talked angrily about it.

Would you like to remind Dale now? Ringer began to consider the possible consequences of doing so.

"Then wait until after the deadline to find it." At this time, Elise on the side interjected.

"No, that thing is important to me, it has to be retrieved as soon as possible, it would be bad if someone else picked it up." Dale said distressedly.

Ringer put aside the thoughts in his head for a moment and suggested, "You can try to ask someone else for help, Nightingale must have a witch who is good at finding things, right?" ”

"Yes," Dale seemed to remember someone, but quickly shook her head and vetoed,

"No, she'll laugh at me." Ringer couldn't help but wonder what she had lost.

Dale looked at the man in front of her, remembered the first time she broke into here, her face had another fever, and she hurriedly took a sip of wine to cover it up.

As the aroma of wine spread between her lips and teeth, she suddenly realized that this incident was insignificant compared to that incident, and even if he found out, it didn't matter, maybe she could ask him for help.

"Mr. Ringer, can you help me?" She said suddenly.

"What do you mean, Miss Dale?"

"Can you help me find my lost things?" Dale blinked, staring expectantly at Ringer.

"I will give you a satisfactory reward, and it will not take up your time at work, you can go and help me find it after work." Looking at Dale with an expectant face, Ringer hesitated, he couldn't bear to refuse, and after thinking about it, he was really idle after work, so he decided to help her once.

"What the hell is that?" Now that he decided to help her, he had to ask what it was.

"Did you say yes?" Dale was pleasantly surprised. Ringer nodded slightly. Read the book

"Thank you very much, but I can't tell you what it is just yet." Dale felt the gaze from different directions, the red-haired drinkwoman next to her, and the clerk girl behind her, all staring at her, and it was impossible for her to say what she had lost in this situation.

"If you don't tell me what it is, how can I find it?" Ringer was dumbfounded. Dale took out a light blue ribbon from under her skirt, and quickly tied it into a bow with her dexterous hands, and then closed her hands, and when she opened her hands again, a small blue butterfly flew up from her palm, with a faint fragrance, and landed on Ringer's shoulder.

Karina stared at the small blue butterfly on Ringer's shoulder, her brows furrowed slightly, the ribbon just now looked quite suspicious, what the hell was it......

"It'll show you the way, just follow it and you'll find what I'm missing." Dale blushed a little as she looked at the little butterfly on Ringer's shoulder, but fortunately she had just drunk, so no one doubted the real reason for her blushing.

"Please."