"Then tell me about your troubles, I want to know what you're doing all this for."

Cyril hesitated: "I don't want to talk about this today. ”

"No, you have to tell me." Mir didn't care what Cyril refused, he had to do everything he could to get Cyril to speak.

Mir continued: "I'm giving you a chance to live, you won't cherish it, will you? ”

Cyril finally took off his hat, and the long, dark black hair that was coiled into it quickly fell out, exactly like the homeless man Mir had seen on the second floor that night.

Although Cyril had cleaned up his beard, he was impressed by his appearance, as Mir thought he was suspicious, and later Mir ran out of the door of the hotel to take a closer look.

Cyril was almost running out of brandy, and he wanted to keep drinking, but Mir told him to tell him what he was suffering before he went to order another drink.

"I wouldn't say anything without wine."

"We didn't miss a drink at Mr. Evan today, haven't you had a good time?" Mir glanced out the window and said, "It's going to be dawn soon, and then I have other things to do, and I can only sleep for a few hours." ”

Cyril began to fiddle with the hat in his hand and said, "Mr. Detective Edward, I would like to ask what I have said, what good can I do?" ”

"At least you tell me before I can decide." Mir replied, "At least I can not reveal your identity, you need to be in control of the next thing, I don't want to be like this kind of murder has something to do with you in the days to come." ”

Cyril's eyes kept on Mir and he didn't speak.

Mir saw that Cyril was still hesitating: "What benefits do you want?" ”

"I don't know." He replied.

"It's okay, if you've figured it out, remember to tell me."

"Thank you."

Cyril's hand suddenly stopped fiddling, his eyes looked out the window, and he said, "It all started with the prophet." ”

"Prophet again?" The word Mir had heard Paulina's mouth utter.

"It's about our people, and her prophecy is too accurate." Cyril said: "While drinking at Mr. Evan's, the three politicians except Ian were from my hometown, and their deaths were also told by the Prophet. ”

"Really?" Mill imagined in his mind what the Prophet would look like and outline: "What else did she say?" ”

"I can't tell you the rest, because it hasn't been confirmed yet." Cyril's expression was extremely melancholy: "She also mentioned the matter of the celebrity at the meeting. ”

"So that's what you're struggling with?"

"Not really."

Mir asked, "And what is your problem?" ”

"My woman was sold to the slave market in New Orleans one day, and when I came here, I was told she was dead, at the hands of the nobility." Cyril said bitterly, "The place where she is buried is at Lafayette One." ”

"I hate everything, I hate the nobility, I hate everything."

"Who told you?"

"My sister Lucia, she's also been trafficked here." Cyril said with great sadness: "Later, my sister disappeared without a trace, and I think she may have gone to heaven as well, but unfortunately her body has not been found so far. ”

Mir began to comfort Cyril: "I'm very sorry, but it will be better for you to speak up." ”

"Mr. Detective Edward, do you know who trafficked them?"

"It's the people who are more able to sell them, and they can't be constrained in any way."

Cyril's tone turned cold: "It's a prophet." ”

"What?" Mill was surprised: "Why? ”

"It's all her prophecy, and she uses the women of the Ivory Coast as a bargaining chip and a price to be exchanged."

"!" Mir scolded.

"Cyril, your people have been tricked by the prophet in your mouth."

Cyril nodded: "It's the decision made by the patriarch, otherwise the one who dies is the patriarch." ”

"Is she threatening?" After the battle with Paulina in the residential area, Mir did not inquire about the appearance of the prophet.

"Have you ever seen a prophet?" Mill asked.

"Nope." Cyril thought for a moment and replied, "She was wearing a hat and a veil over her face, and all that could be seen was her neck and arms. ”

"Is she wearing a very strange costume?" Mir pointed to the sky outside the window: "The color of the costume is almost close to this night. ”

"Yes, Mr. Detective Edward." Cyril was surprised: "You... Have you seen her? ”

"Of course." Mir shrugged his shoulders and said, "It was after Ian's death, I went to Lafayette with Inspector Louis, and there was a very strange carriage passing by, and finally she stood on top of it, as if she was chanting a spell, and then it was Father Cavendish who saved us. ”

"She's applying a dark magic to the corpse on Lafayette One, and I've heard that it can bring the dead back to life."

Cyril and Mill looked at each other and said something to Laura.

"Could it be that Laura is the Prophet's ghost?" Cyril frowned.

"She's not a prophet, Father Cavendish knows her, she's a witch, a witch from Saint-Domingue." Mir told Cyril Witch a few things, but there was a need to keep a few things about it: "Her presence is definitely not a good thing, and for the people of New Orleans, their situation is even more dangerous. ”

"Yes, I heard from the Doge that the witches have taken refuge here, as well as the refugees of Saint-Domingue."

"No one will suspect them if the witch says this, and the same is true of Paulina Danih and Ahyan Ram, and no one will notice what they do badly." Mir said with great confidence: "Since I became a detective, I will interfere in their bad things. ”

Cyril was a little worried about Mir's safety, for them, Mir was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't fight them at all.

"Mr. Detective Edward, this is dangerous."

"It's my responsibility not to be afraid of any danger than to threaten my friends or my women."

Cyril agreed with Mir's words: "Yes, I am not very capable of doing this, I put all my hope in you, and I may help you to accomplish it." ”

"Thank you, Cyril." Mir suddenly asked, "Are you still going to leave?" ”

"No, I promised to help you, to be a victim for a day, in order to help you catch the murderer."

Mir's ass immediately left the chair, bowed deeply towards Cyril and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Stuart." ”