Leonard didn't dare to look at Klein anymore, he left Mr. Gawain's yard, made sure that Crane didn't come out, and asked in a low voice to the inside of his body:

"Old man, what did you mean by your reaction just now? Is there a situation in the yard? ”

"No, I just noticed an extremely nasty idiot who likes to threaten the elderly." Pales' deep voice rang out, mixed with imperceptible anger.

"That old man can't be you, right?" Leonard subconsciously asked, and then realized that he was thinking too much.

It was an angel who was parasitic on him, how could he be threatened by a fool?

However, the old man seemed to be really unhappy, looking like he had been slaughtered by others.

……

Lewis, who had a bad memory, triggered the monster's natural touch, and he returned home, held the Azk Bronze Whistle in his hand, made a sealed spiritual wall, and then wrote divination sentences with a silver pen.

"I remember the castle where Mr. Azik lived."

As the spirit became ethereal, Lewis fell asleep, and he saw a steeple church illuminated by the sun, and the bishop's sermon could be heard near the church.

Immediately afterwards, the picture suddenly changed, and he saw a gloomy castle, and inside the castle there was a portrait of the person in the portrait who was Mr. Azk.

"Church of the Goddess, a town surrounded by mountains." Lewis woke up from his sleep, wrote down the characteristics of the environment, and used divination to draw the scene in his sleep.

With these conditions, it is not difficult to find a random detective to know the specific location of the town.

However, there weren't many private investigators in Tingen, and it took Lewis a bit of an effort to find a private, official-looking private investigator in the Evening Vanilla neighborhood.

He pushed the door open, and in front of the mahogany coffee table sat a middle-aged man with two mustaches and a pipe. Cooper. The detective looked experienced at first glance.

"Mr. Bernie, I want to find a place, it shouldn't be difficult for you." Lewis took the scroll out and placed it in front of Bernie.

"The commission fee is ten pounds, and in addition, you will need to pay me the printing fee and the cost of intelligence gathering, which is expected to be two pounds." Bernie took the pipe in his hand and said coldly.

Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth? This detective is indeed very experienced, at least, he has a lot of experience in slaughtering people.

"Five, I just want to know the place in the painting, and this is in Tingen, and your importance is not irreplaceable." Lewis took five bills out of his pocket and slapped them on the table.

The detective's fee is indeed expensive, and considering that Wusule should be able to make the detective speak, he didn't take much.

"You are such a shrewd gentleman, and I think I am touched by your sincerity." Bernie stuffed the five-szule note into his wallet, pointed to the spot on the scroll and said, "This is the Church of the Goddess of the Night in Dalam, northwest of Tingen." ”

"That's it? He doesn't need to look up information and doesn't need to go to the police station? ”

Lewis had a feeling of being slaughtered, he put away the scroll, frowned and sighed, "No, you are far more shrewd than I thought. ”

Lewis went home and wrote the letter, and since the departure of Amon's doppelganger, he had not had much money left, whether it was a penny envelope or a quarterpence of paper, which seemed to him to be so expensive.

"It seems that we should find a way to make money. Or would I join the Divination Club? Klein only costs eightpence, but I can ask for a pound, and someone who really needs a divination will never care about the cost of a pound. Lewis couldn't help but think.

Thinking about how to kill people, Lewis blew the brass whistle and waited for Mr. Azq's messenger.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Lewis began to wonder that the imaginary spirit messenger did not appear.

"Is it because Mr. Azik hasn't regained his strength yet? The Bronze Whistle can't be summoned yet? ”

Lewis sighed, left the house, affixed a two-pence stamp to the envelope, and dropped the letter into the mailbox at the door, expecting the postman to pick it up soon.

When Lewis returned to his room after doing this, he saw a four-meter-tall bone messenger made of white bones with black flames flashing in his eye sockets.

The Messenger was so tall that Lewis could only see the Courier's body.

"It's stuck?" Lewis twitched, for the first time he knew that the Courier would be late.

The messenger and the man froze for a few seconds, and the messenger stretched out his claws made of white bones, as if asking Lewis for a letter.

Lewis stretched out his hand, and the letter had been dropped into the mailbox outside the door, and now he only had a picture scroll of divination, which contained the church of the goddess of Dalam.

Suddenly, the messenger reached over and took the scroll from Lewis's hand, before crumbling into a hazy white bone and disappearing from view.

"Hey! Not that thing! Lewis chased after him, but it was too late.

"Mr. Azik should understand." Lewis sighed, things won't go so well, but it's not a big problem, Mr. Azik should be able to see the letter tomorrow, looking forward to Mr. Azik's reply.

After tidying up the contents of the room and rummaging through the "family property", Lewis found only thirty pounds of bills, which was not at all a significant property for him, who often performed occult ceremonies.

If he continues to eat and wait for death, he will not have enough to eat in a few days at most.

"Fortunately, the house is not rented, it is an inheritance left by the adoptive parents." Lewis was suddenly a little glad that at least, it wasn't that bad, and he was still having some constant birth.

It's just that he has to find a way to make money, or convert to the eternal sun, pray for some money, and believe that a rich god will not be reluctant to give up a little money.

"It's better to open a detective agency, it should be very profitable." Lewis couldn't help but think of that Bernie. Cooper, the detective fooled him with five soles in just a few words, and this is by no means a small expense.

In addition, detective is a profession that requires the use of reason, which will be good for the role of "machines".

"A detective who can divination, is good at accurate calculation and reasoning, shooting, and fighting are all talented, and the price should not be too low." Lewis changed into a suit, put on a top hat, and cheered on his choice.

Without further ado, Lewis immediately went out and searched for a spare shop in the Night Vanilla neighborhood.

At this moment, the sun is already waning, the domed building of St. Selena's Cathedral is shining golden, and the steam train in the distance is spewing thick smoke that dissipates into the air.

As he walked, Lewis saw a bakery across the street from Detective Bernie's office, and through the glass window, he could see the cakes in the cupboards that were about to expire. There is a sign hanging in front of the bakery that reads "Store Transfer" and other words.