After returning the hooded robe to the waiter, Varina returned the way he came.

At the door of the chess room, Caspars leaned against the doorpost, and every once in a while he would look up at the corner that led to the kitchen.

Noticing Varina walking around the corner, he staggered up and asked, "Is the problem solved this time?" ”

"There are eyebrows."

Varina was vague and told true lies.

Caspars breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, I can only help here." ”

"Well," Varina nodded, "I'm gone, and I probably won't be coming again until the real thing is resolved." ”

Kaspars clenched his right fist and struck it on his left chest, "May the storm be with you." ”

It's a pity I'm not a believer in the Lord of the Storm......

Varina hesitated, but reached out and tapped it clockwise four times on his chest, drawing a crimson moon, and replied with a smile:

"Thank you."

On the way back to her accommodation, Varina kept thinking about Issinger's suggestion.

Why didn't he say anything about the Witch Sect, but only gave me a vague warning, is this in line with the law of the "Keeper of Knowledge" playing?

He doesn't want to give me clues, doesn't want me to reach out to them?

Well, "Keeper of Knowledge" is an ancient name, and the modern name is "Detective".

Maybe it only needs to use one's knowledge to help others, and it doesn't need to spread the knowledge used?

Possibly, after all, detectives don't fully dissect their own reasoning process to others. Well, if there were, then Klein would not be able to rely on metaphysics to become a good detective in the eyes of others.

Perhaps because he had prepared in advance, Varina's mood was surprisingly calm.

When he returned to his lodgings, he opened the book "On the Origin of the Ancient Phossack Language" and began to study it.

The book begins with a slight mention of the special status of the ancient Phrsak language, and then moves on to the main point, guiding the reader through the learning and mastery of the language.

To put it simply, Gufusak is a simplified product of the Giants, a branch of the Giants, and at the same time, it is also the source of the Chinese languages of the northern and southern continents, and occupies an important position in the process of language evolution.

It can be said that the study of the ancient Phusak language is compulsory for students of history and grammar at the university.

With the help of the content of the book, Varina compared and associated it with the Rune language he mastered, and gradually deepened his knowledge and understanding of the ancient Fersak language.

This study continued until late at night, when he put down his book and went to bed.

……

The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.

Xilun Textile Mill.

Mr. Luca went to the office hut outside the warehouse.

He announced that a new colleague would join in three days, asking John and Susan to bear with it for the past two days.

Before leaving, he pulled out a letter and asked Susan to help send it.

Susan took the letter and glanced at the address, which was the Wilker cloak shop at Zottlandstrasse 78, Tingen, Ahowa.

"Is this a letter to a customer?" She was a little puzzled, "But why did you ask me to send it?" ”

……

In the afternoon, Varina arrives at Ron's Detective Agency.

As a result, the only employee in the office told him that Detective Ron was out on an errand.

"I hope he went out to help me find someone."

Varina tells the employee to tell Detective Ron that he has been here and that he will be back tomorrow afternoon.

For the next few days, Varina maintained the daily rhythm of going to the detective agency. Eventually, when he came to the office for the fourth time to check on the progress, he got good news.

"You're here at last, sir."

Detective Ron breathes a sigh of relief upon seeing Varina:

"That lady is in the reception area now, and has been waiting for a while, and if you don't come again, I'm afraid she'll have to leave."

"Hehe, I have to say, that lady...... More distinctive than you can describe. ”

Varina nodded, a hint of a smile, "Good." ”

"To be honest, if you haven't made any progress, I'm afraid I'm going to be disappointed."

Detective Ron walked up and laughed dryly, "As I said earlier, it depends on a little bit of luck. ”。

While talking, the two came to the reception area.

Hugh Dilcha, a bounty hunter, was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper to pass the time.

Detective Ron acted as an intermediary and introduced the two of them: "Ms. Hugh, this is my employer, that is, my husband who wants to see you. ”

Hugh put down the newspaper, jumped off the couch, and asked, "What's the matter with you?" ”

"Wait a minute, I'll finish the commission with Detective Ron first."

Varina pulled three £1 bills out of his trouser pocket and handed them over, "This is the negotiated final payment." ”

"You two can rest assured that you can talk to me, and I won't bother." Detective Ron took the bill and examined it, and walked back with a smile on his face.

"I haven't seen you, what's the matter with you?" Hugh asked again as soon as Detective Ron left.

Varina looked down at Hugh in front of her, but she had the feeling of looking up.

This should be just a little temperament that she unconsciously leaked, which can give people a lot of pressure, is this the majesty of the "arbiter"?

He resisted the pressure, squeezed out a friendly smile, and said:

"I heard about Miss Hugh's reputation for justice in the Eastern District, so I wanted to ask Miss Hugh for help to solve a life-threatening problem."

"As for the remuneration, I think I will be able to satisfy Miss Hugh."

Although such an answer was still rather vague, Hugh nodded in satisfaction. With the majesty and competence of the arbitrator, she could feel that the gentleman opposite was not lying.

"Let's talk about it in detail, I'm going to evaluate the difficulty before making a decision."

Hugh gestured to the couch to the side and motioned for Varina to sit down and talk. She herself sat back on the couch, her twin boots lifted off the ground and pressed together in the air.

"So, Miss Hugh may you enjoy the light and sit with me at that café on the street?" I think it would be more comfortable to talk about things there. ”

To be on the safe side, Varina didn't want to talk about something too secretive in a detective's office, which was doubly irresponsible to others and to herself.

"It's fine."

Miss Hugh jumped down again, and with a "clang", a three-edged thorn with a flickering cold light fell to the ground.

Hugh was stunned for a moment by the sudden change, and she stared blankly at Varina, not knowing how to explain it.

"No need to explain, just put it away."

Varina stifled a smile and suggested, "You should hide it more securely, or jump more carefully." ”

After Hugh put away his weapons, the two of them left the reception area together and said goodbye to Detective Ron.

After walking a short distance, the two came to a café on the street.

It's a café that's rare nowadays, in the truest sense of the word.

It doesn't degrade itself so much that it becomes a cheap restaurant, as most cafes do, but it strikes a good balance between the two.

Varina had been to the street many times and had noticed this rare café that was perfect as a quiet space for conversation.