In the harbor of Prydz Harbor, a few white clouds were reflected in the sky in the distant sea, a black and white steamer docked next to the passage belonging to a passenger steamer, and a young man stepped out of his dress, with an ordinary appearance, with freckles on his face, wearing a brown woollen jacket, carrying a rattan suitcase, and his clothes were a little shabby.

The young man walked out of the service area with the flow of people to the public carriage shelter, took out a piece of paper and looked at the reminder on it, and then took a public carriage and left.

When Hermione pushed Diego back, she found that someone was following her, a young man who was following Yuris, could it be that she had attracted the other party? Hermione had already thought of what she wanted to say if she politely refused, and asked why she followed her.

At this point, Kelly and Wecan came out of the cemetery and beckoned Hermione to go back. Hermione had wanted to ask why, but after thinking about it, the carriage blended into the traffic of the street.

Rick ran up from behind, found that the car was no longer visible, and thought of the scene of returning without completing the assigned task, and his face was slightly panicked.

By the way, her friend has just come out of the cemetery, and I should be able to ask the cemetery manager. Rick walked to the wooden hut next to the gate and knocked on the door, and a bald old man came out, only the hair on the back of his head was still a little remnant, his face was pale, and the skin on his face was wrinkled with age spots. If you walk around the cemetery at night with a kerosene lamp, it is estimated that there will be a lot of urban legends.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" The old man asked.

"I want to ask where are the people who just came out of the cemetery, and do you have any information?" Rick and the old man at the grave made a comparison of the appearances of the people just now.

"Who are you, why are you asking this?" The old man waved his hand, signaling Rick not to inquire.

Rick was a little anxious when he saw that the old man was going to let him go, and if he went back like this, Yuris's men would not let him go, so he took out a few Sole banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into the old man at the tomb. The old man at the tomb looked at the banknote in his hand, touched the touch, quickly stuffed it into his pocket, and opened his mouth with few teeth as he spoke.

"Are you also coming to the funeral? It's a pity that it's too late, it's already over, they seem to be some ship information consulting company, I heard that there was an accident to connect with customers, and they died at a young age. ”

The old man sighed, as if Rick had really come to mourn, and said without leaving a trace. Due to the proximity, Rick was so smoked by the bad breath of the old man guarding the tomb that he almost wanted to vomit, and he endured the discomfort, and after asking the old man about the tomb and learning about the deceased's home, he left quickly.

'There are a lot of shipping companies in Pritz, how can I find them all, it's easy to find them with talent. Rick scolded the old man for not being kind, although he was not what he was, but the lack of useful information was the problem! Fortunately, it would be good to find a private investigator and let him find it.

As the orange sun shines down the streets of Port Prieds, Hermione and Diego return to 36 Wood Street. Once inside, Hermione asked the maid to help Diego back to her room to rest.

Usually at home, Mrs. Woper always asks the cleaner to clean it regularly, although the house is large, but there are not many people, and it involves some privacy, it is better not to let outsiders come. When Diego was injured, he hired a little girl to come in and take care of him.

Hermione walked into the room at the end of the aisle on the right, which was sorted out as a place for Eliza Yvonne to study, because it was the outermost room, the door was opposite the entrance and the left side were windows, and the light was good, perfect for reading books and so on.

Mrs. Wopel took Glore to her best friend's clothing store and hadn't come back yet, otherwise Gloll would have played the role of teacher in front of the little blackboard on the right, and Hermione thought it would be good for Glore to play the role of an apprentice.

"Eliza, Yvonne, did you miss me today? How many words do you know? ”

Hermione walked over to the sisters sitting at the small desk. Eliza pulled out a notebook with pages full of various names.

"I'm already going to be able to write your name Sister Hermione, and Glore, Uncle Royce, Aunt Wappel, and Uncle Diego. Yvonne had just memorized the Rune alphabet and was writing her name and that of the others. ”

"Sister Hermione, can we go back and see Mommy? We haven't talked about mom in days. Eliza pleaded with Hermione, her eyes looking a little expectant. Yvonne next to her also whispered, "I miss my mother a little bit too, Sister Hermione." ”

After so long, it's normal to miss a little, this is a normal child, and I miss my family very much now. Hermione thought it was okay to take it back and see it, just don't do any more extraneous skills, she was a big kid, but she didn't have that much energy.

The improvement of living conditions has made Eliza Yvonne's cheeks a little more fleshy, and her dull blonde hair is not as rough as when they first met. Especially Eliza, who is 12 to 13 years old and still so thin, and the girls there are already in the development period at this age!

"Then I'll take you back tomorrow! Don't think too much about it. Hermione touched little Yvonne.

On a platform with potholes, a freckled young man with a rattan suitcase stepped out of the public carriage, the street lights next to him had been turned on, and the warm yellow light shone on the platform that had not yet dimmed.

Although the surrounding houses are neatly planned, they are generally low and old, mostly two-storey, to be precise, this is already a suburb, and the outside is next to the village and farmland.

The street between the houses, squeezed by debris, narrowed the otherwise spacious space, and the freckled young man found a bar nearby according to the paper prompts.

The sign hanging on the outside of the bar is a bust of a beautiful woman wearing a pirate hat with the words 'Aphasia' written on the hat in Rune. The freckled young man looked at it and walked to the door.

The road outside the bar is paved with a layer of stone, the masonry of the façade is pitch black, the glass is covered in dust, and the yellow light inside reflects the walking figures.

In the tavern, all kinds of smells came along with a strong smell of alcohol, and the most unbearable thing for the freckled young man was that there was a smell of inferior incense powder mixed in it, if it wasn't for the follow-up promotion to complete the task, he would definitely turn around and leave.

The bar was dimly lit, and there were many people sitting at the crowded round tables, and scantily clad girls were shuttling among them with wine, not knowing that the outstretched hands were groping from there; The half-open second floor is slightly better than below.

A middle-aged man with a musical instrument sings a ballad by the staircase, a woman in a tunic dances in front of her, and a crowd banging on bottles and bowls to the rhythm, several of whom are clearly sailors.

The freckled young man barely squeezed through the crowd to the counter, took out a letter in his hand, and said to the bartender at the counter: "Hello, look for Leslas Lee, and give him this letter to understand." ”

The bartender took the letter suspiciously and walked down the alley at the counter to the back room, where the freckled young man waited. A curly-haired woman in a long gray tunic came over, put her arms around the young man's shoulders, and leaned on her: "Little gentleman, haven't you found a place to stay tonight?" Why don't you come to my sister's house? The girl in heavy makeup was quite pretentious, but the young man shook his head and sent her away, he was here to get down to business.

After a while, a tall middle-aged man with a thick beard and brown hair walked out of the back door, with some wrinkles and scars on his face, his right eyebrow separated by several scars, and gray-brown pupils staring at the young man in front of him.

"You're Jorah's crew, Silvia."

"Yes, I'm Silvia, and Captain Jorah must have said it in his letter."

"You can come to the front desk for a few drinks when you have time, but don't make trouble in my territory, I don't care about the rest."

After saying a few things to look out for, Leslas Lee asked the bartender to take him to the room at the back of the bar. The girl with heavy makeup who had not left on the side smiled and hugged Leslas Lee, who picked up a glass of wine from the counter with her right hand and drank it down, and put her left hand behind the girl's waist and walked to the second floor together.