Angel hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to tell the detective about the "master key".

She wasn't worried about revealing her magical items, the key didn't have to do anything about combat, it was just a way to walk the streets or open some ordinary locks.

It's just that you've been ruined by a magical item, and you're often lost in the alleys of Beckland like a headless fly, and it's a shame to say it......

"Haha......" After listening to her narration, Moriarty really showed an exaggerated smile, "Could it be that we walked into the nameless alley that day and met that demon dog, also because of the effect of this key?" ”

"Yes."

Angel nodded with a dark face and replied, a little regretful for telling the matter.

Seeing that her face was not good, Moriarty quickly stopped laughing, and said: "The curse of this key is indeed very strange, but with a little use, it may have a miraculous effect, for example, if you want to track down some dangerous people, it may lead you to the other party, which is equivalent to an item to guide the way." ”

"This ......"

Angel is a little dumbfounded, can find a way to take advantage of this negative effect, should it be said that the other party is worthy of being a detective who is often approached by his peers for help?

Looking at the stunned Angel, Moriarty seemed to be greatly satisfied in his heart, and showed the smile hidden behind the beard, he took out the exaggerated gold pocket watch and looked at it, and said to Angel with a slight apology:

"Miss Watson, I agree to take your commission to investigate 48 Riverbend Avenue in the south of the bridge, and that 'Emlyn White'. The same kind of commission is usually paid between 50 and 100 pounds, but since I received the same assignment from another detective, I can do it together, and the fee is tentatively set at 40 pounds, pay half of it upfront, and then negotiate additional pay if there are other accidents later. ”

Angel nodded, this price is very reasonable in Beckland, it can even be said to be low, you know, this is a commission that clearly involves extraordinary people and alien races, if it weren't for the fact that she already knew that the other party was an extraordinary person in the middle sequence, or a "magician" with a strong ability to save her life, she wouldn't have let him conduct this kind of investigation at all.

"Be careful, that vampire dares to expose this address, there is likely to be his kind in it, you are a master of divination, remember to do a good divination in advance to confirm that the danger is controllable."

Watching Moriarty skillfully take out a folder from the bookshelf, pull out the standard contract, and add some commission details on it, Angel couldn't help but remind the other party.

Hearing the "master soothsayer", Moriarty looked at Angel with a strange look, reminding the latter of her boast when they first met here.

With his name on the contract, Angel handed over £20 to Moriarty, and that was the end of the deal.

"The investigation will officially start tomorrow, and today I have other arrangements to escort a reporter to the East End to interview some homeless and poor people, who are full of sympathy for the people there, but also know to protect themselves."

After closing the contract, Moriarty began to turn the conversation to irrelevant content, Angel knew that this was a subtle eviction order, and at this time he should deal with a few casual sentences, and then excused himself to leave.

But the detective's tone was not like a random search for a topic, but with a hint of heaviness and worry, which reminded Angel of the homeless people he met on the road every time he returned to the East End safe house, with yellow faces and lifeless eyes, like a walking corpse, but once it was night, they would become a safety hazard for anyone passing by.

Although there is no shortage of jobs in the factories and docks, the severely malnourished poor people do not even have the strength to perform these labor-only tasks, and the lack of money makes them eat this meal and become weaker, forming a vicious circle, and finally falling asleep in hunger and cold, never waking up again.

I don't know if the reporter escorted by Moriarty was just going to the East End to find a gimmick, add a little scraps to the newspaper's miscellaneous and editorial sections, or if he was really going to do in-depth reporting and speak for the homeless and the poor.

If it's the latter, then hopefully this interview will let more people know the truth about the East End, and other impoverished areas of Beckland, or push for progress on certain bills.

"Push the bill? I don't think it's that simple," Moriarty shook his head lightly after listening to Angel's emotion, put down the gold pocket watch that he had taken out to check the time again, "Everyone thought that the Poor Law would be amended to allow the poor people in the shelter to get jobs, but it turned out to be just a 'prison' with worse conditions and heavier labor than the factories; And such vicious competition, in the end, it is the factory owners and aristocrats who benefit. ”

Angel raised her eyebrows, the current situation of the Rune Kingdom, and even the other Northern Continent Kingdoms, was very similar to the predicament of the country she was in in her previous life when it had just completed industrialization, which gave her a transcendent vision of the times, and she could see the crux of all kinds of problems.

But this detective can find these in the limitations of the times, even if it is only a sharp evaluation, and he has no ability to change, he can be regarded as a real smart person.

But when it comes to the other party's sharp comments, what can you do? Even as an extraordinary person, what can be done in this era is quite limited.

"But the more people who know, the more likely it is to change, and I hope you can protect that reporter and let him write excellent reports."

"I'm just collecting money to do things."

Moriarty replied in a non-hesitating tone, but Angel visibly felt his emotions rise a little higher.

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On the first day of the new week, Angel spent the morning still making all kinds of extraordinary bullets and charms, and was busy until noon, when she had a good lunch, took a break, and came to the study before three o'clock in the afternoon, and sat down at her desk.

After two months, she once again greeted the time of the Tarot meeting on Monday afternoon with a hint of excitement.

Facing the afternoon sunlight shining through the window into the study, Angel raised her right hand and looked at the palm of her hand that had hidden the teardrop-shaped imprint, which represented her joining the Tarot Society but had not reappeared since the Tingen massacre, which once made her think that the fool had forgotten herself.

Fortunately, when he was promoted to Sequence 6, he inadvertently called out the name of the Fool, and after asking him for help, he was allowed to return to the Tarot Society, which gave Angel a sense of security that he had "found the organization again".

Looking at the hour hand on the pocket watch pointing to three o'clock, a teardrop-shaped mark suddenly appeared in the palm of Angel's white hand, and then an endless crimson light poured out of it, enveloping her whole person.

When he opened his eyes again, he unsurprisingly came to a majestic palace surrounded by gray mist, sitting on a high-backed chair beside a long bronze table, opposite which appeared the figure of the upside-down hangman and the sun, and beside him was the righteous and the newly joined magician.

The mysterious Mr. Fool sat at the head of the long table, his figure hidden in the mist, and only the outline could be seen.

This is the tarot club I am familiar with!

Angel was about to take the initiative to say hello to the long-lost members, but an unexpected member appeared on the edge of his sight, sitting at the other end of the long table opposite the Fool, wearing a black robe and hood, and his figure was also hazy and illusory.

New members?

(End of chapter)