"Great Hermit, thank you for summoning."

Foirth was respectful.

Through emotions, Roy can her slump.

Firth paused for a moment, then continued, "Mr. Hermit, I would like to ask if it is possible for the curse of the Abrahamic family to be completely lifted?" ”

"You don't have the price to match."

Roy chuckled.

Of course, Foirth knew, and she bowed her head and said, "I can collect the diary and repay it later." ”

"Yes."

Roy said lightly.

Fluth was stunned, and a glimmer of hope sprung up in his heart.

But.

Soon she came up with the idea of "divination".

One of the characteristics of divination is that-

It often only provides an outcome, but it does not mention what exactly is going on in the middle or in the future, so the possibilities are endless.

The same is true of Mr. Hermit's answer.

With just one word "have", it is really difficult to know the situation in the middle completely and comprehensively.

However.

Mr. Hermit's rule is ......

Explanations require additional pay.

She probably can't afford to pay the extra money.

Furth struggled for a moment.

"Can you give us more hints?"

"Don't worry, it's going to be a better development."

Roy replied.

Firth breathed a sigh of relief.

At least one result is known.

The curse of Abraham's family can be resolved in the future, and it does not end with a bad unfolding such as "extermination".

That's pretty good.

She was in a happier mood and hurriedly asked, "How many pages of diary do I need to pay?" ”

"No, I don't."

Roy chuckled, "Help me in the Abraham family and gather things related to 'Roster Greene.'" ”

Roster Green?

Mr. Green?

No.

No.

Mr. Green's name is exactly the opposite of it.

Furth was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly thought of the difference, but there might be some connection between the two.

She pondered for a moment and said, "I'm not sure I'll find any clues, and I'm not really related to the Abrahams yet. ”

"Just do your best."

Roy replied lightly.

Folth bowed.

The next moment, she looked up, and she had unconsciously returned to reality.

Furth got up and pulled back the curtains.

The waning moon hangs high in the sky.

"Mr. Lawrence, I will do my best to help the Abrahamic family out of the suffering caused by the curse."

"I hope you can rest in peace."

After a while.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door.

Furth went over and opened the door, and Hugh stood outside it.

"Forth, where have you been today? I almost thought something had happened to you. ”

"Mr. Lawrence has passed away, and I've been busy today."

Forth didn't hide it.

She walked out of the door tiredly, pretending to be in a daze, picked up a glass of water and drank it.

Then, she looked back.

"Hugh, I'm going to make a trip to Port Pletzers to help Mr. Lawrence fulfill his last wish, and I may be away from home for a few days."

Furth said.

After thinking about it, she added.

"Of course, it could be longer."

"One day to Port Prydzes is enough for a round trip, right?"

Hugh expressed confusion.

Furth nodded.

"Yes, but he said that Mr. Dorian over there can help me become a real astrologer."

"The Real Astrologer ......"

Hugh was slightly stunned, and then couldn't help but envy.

That's the name of Sequence 7.

Foirth has already gotten the clues to Sequence 7 and may soon be able to become an astrologer for Sequence 7.

And themselves.

She couldn't help but sigh.

When will MI9 be able to contact you?

……

"When are you going to do it?"

"It's coming soon, don't rush."

A man stood on the riverbank, responding impatiently.

The person behind him chuckled: "Just remember, that's the secret of becoming a god, if you're afraid, you can say it in advance, there are many people in the club who are willing to do it." ”

"Hmph, I already have the perfect plan, and a mere duke can't bother me at all."

Jason sneered, "I'm not an idiot like Ziringus, but if you guys make trouble, I'll report it later." ”

"Don't worry, no one dares to disobey the rules of the club."

As he spoke, the figure of the other party slowly disappeared.

Jason's face was grim and he disappeared into the night.

……

"In the early hours of last night, Detective Alvi was murdered—"

In the early morning library, at the entrance, there are newspapers written by various newspaper offices.

It's the same.

The headlines above are all about the murder of the "detective".

Roy picked it up and looked at it a few times, then looked at the front desk.

"Miss Jennifer, are there a lot of murders like this?"

"The last two months have been a lot."

Jennifer said, lowering her voice, "You may not know, there was a serial murder last month, and most of the dead were women, which scared the hell out of us. ”

"And what about this time?"

Roy was thoughtful.

Jennifer said: "This time it's a detective, and we suspect that the other party may be avenging the last killer, so we launched such a hunt operation." ”

"How many are these?"

"Six."

Jennifer thought for a moment and gave the answer.

The sixth?

Roy pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is there a pattern to his murders?" ”

"I don't know, is it more than three days every time?"

She was stunned for two seconds before answering.

"Of course."

Roy smiled slightly, "Thank you for your answer." ”

"You're welcome, it's small talk anyway."

Jennifer smiled, then went to sort out the books on the counter, and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Mr. Egger, this morning, when the door was opened, someone named you."

"Looking for me?"

"Yes, he seems to be a famous detective, but I haven't heard of it, sorry, it's not that he's not famous enough, it's that I'm really not very interested in detectives."

Jennifer scratched her head in embarrassment.

Roy smiled and said, "It's okay, I probably know who it is." ”

Detective.

Look for "Egger".

At this point in time......

There's no one else but you.

"Where is he?"

"It should be on the second floor right now."

"Okay, thanks."

Roy's jaw.

He walked up to the second floor.

In the face of a real detective, the difficulty of playing it has become much higher.

In other words.

If even the other party can hide it, then it is almost impossible for the rest to see through his disguise, except for some extraordinary realm abilities.

Roy walked up to the second floor, quickly recalling Egger White's circle of contacts in the process, and finally decided......

He didn't have a deep friendship with Isinger.

But.

You should know each other's names.

Thank you Riana for getting such a comprehensive information!

Of course.

It may also ......

Did the other party offer it?

It's ridiculous, but Roy thinks the latter is highly likely.

After a while, he saw a figure in the corner.

The corners of Roy's mouth lifted slightly.

"It's you, Detective Issinger."

"Egger, I didn't expect it to be you, I almost thought I was wrong when I passed by the bulletin board in the morning."

Issinger put down a book with a gentle smile on his face.

The Useless Mask has been modified to adjust the third face more loosely, which is not as free as a real Faceling, but ......

Even a detective can't see through it.

Roy remembered Egger White's habits.

"Do you want something to drink? I'm in for a treat. ”

Here is the VIP booth with a coffee stand in front of it.

He was going to order a cup of jasmine tea.

"Just like you."

"Okay."

Roy went to the front desk and ordered two cups of jasmine tea.

The unsweetened kind.

Holding the cup and sitting down, Eisinger breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I believe you are the real Eger." ”

"Oh? Is there anyone like me who wants to imitate me? ”

Roy smiled.

Issinger shook his head and lowered his voice and said, "I have recently been targeted by an Apostle of Desire, who seems to have a certain ability to transform and imitate. ”

"Apostle of Desire?"

Roy's face was grim, but there was not the slightest wave in his heart.

Sure enough, Issinger came to himself for help.

Of course.

Maybe he did "happen" to see his bulletin board -

But is it possible that 008 is an influence?

He thought for a while and said, "This kind of guy is not easy to deal with, they can sense malice, and they can manipulate desires, and the stronger the desire, the stronger they are." ”

"Including the desire to kill."

Roy's expression looked serious, "I originally thought that the recent murder was a demon performing a ritual, but I didn't expect ......"

"Maybe it's a demon, it's not necessarily."

Isenger replied.

He took out a document and said, "This is a demon dog that I reported with someone before, and I suspect that he is cultivating his subordinates, so it could also be a new demon." ”

Roy glanced at it.

The above is a resource about demon dogs.

He glanced at it, looked up and said, "So detailed?" ”

"I was going to get another guy to help, but I ran into you on the way."

Issinger explained.

Another person?

Maybe the other person you're talking about is me.

Roy understood.

He shoved the paper back into the envelope and said, "Do you need me to help you deal with it?" ”

"Yes, of course, although we are all believers in knowledge, we will not let you help for free."

Eisinger said.

Roy played with the envelope, thought for a few seconds, and said, "For the sake of the god of knowledge......

He picked up the letter, opened it and read it carefully.

Then, Roy pondered how to answer.

After two seconds, he continued, "I don't think it's possible for him to cultivate a second demon anytime soon, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry. ”

"Yes."

Isinger nodded.

"Besides, how can a cold-blooded person be really angry because of the death of a pet?"

Roy chuckled.

Isinger thought for a moment and echoed again: "I think so too, so I'm even more confused. ”

Roy smiled and said, "Ichengar, you've been in Beckland for so long, have you ever seen magic?" ”

"Magic?"

Issinger, of course, did.

Even if he hadn't seen it, he knew how magic worked.

After a little thought, Isinger was suddenly stunned, and a trace of consternation appeared on his face.

"What do you mean?"

"It shows that he has a bigger goal, and the current actions are all about diverting everyone's attention."

Roy Road.

Isinger nodded repeatedly.

He agreed.

Magic.

Yes!

It's like a magic show, deliberately making one's moves stand out in order to achieve something.

As a matter of fact.

His goal from beginning to end was to accomplish something else.

How can a cold-blooded person really lose his mind for the sake of a pet?

Issinger suddenly brightened.

But.

Then, he was even more puzzled.

What goal makes an apostle of desire so much fanfare?

This......

Fantastic.

Esinger's brain was racing, squeezing out his thoughts, searching for possible targets.

"What do you think his goal is?"

"Isengard, it's your own business, I just came to Beckland, and you told me about this murder, what do you expect me to analyze?"

Roy took a sip of jasmine tea, "How's it going in Beckland?" ”

"Except for this case, the rest is fine, hey, what a headache! I shouldn't have coveted that gold pound if I knew so. ”

Issinger sighed.

Then, he threw away his thoughts.

"What about you?"

"Fortunately, I came to Beckland for exchange and study, and the library is a good place."

Roy laughed.

Then, he sighed.

"It's just a little bit."

"The air quality here is so bad compared to Lemburg that if we weren't in good health, I would have been sick on the first day of Beckland."

He described the bad experience when he got out of the car.

Isenger laughed.

"I was pretty much the same, but it's good to get used to it, and the Hilston and Joe Wood districts are relatively good."

"Yes, if you live in the East End, the Docklands, that's the worst experience."

Roy replied.

Issinger nodded: "Yes, the East End, the docklands, that is a famous slum, most of the polluting factories are in that area, and they are at the downwind......"

He's a treasure of all sorts.

Roy listened quietly, taking a sip of tea from time to time.

After chatting for a while, he suddenly paused slightly and said, "Esinger, do you know where there are three-eyed night crows on Beckland's side?" ”

"Three-eyed night crow?"

Isinger was slightly stunned.

He recalled the information about the Three-Eyed Night Raven, then frowned slightly and said, "This is the extraordinary creature needed by the Secret Man's path, right?" ”

"Yes, I've been working on rituals lately, why the Prowls need Three-Eyed Night Ravens, and why do we Polymath need rituals like that."

Roy replied, "There have been similar books before, but I think it would be better for me to explore it." ”

"That's right."

Issinger thought about it carefully, then shook his head slightly, "I'd love to help you, but unfortunately, I really don't know anything about the Three-Eyed Night Crow. ”

"It doesn't matter, the reason why I am looking for the three-eyed night crow is because it is a more typical creature, which can be observed and studied, and if you can't find it, you can find the rest of the way."

Roy replied nonchalantly, "Okay, that's all I can help with at the moment, if you need the rest of the help, come back to me later, I should be here." ”

He picked up the book and quietly began to read.

Issinger didn't speak again, but read a book while drinking tea.

After a while, the sun gradually rose.

He looked out and got up silently to leave, not disturbing Roy, who was reading.

This is a reader's tacit understanding.

But.

Isinger relaxed a lot.

There was no church of the God of Knowledge in Beckland, so it was difficult for him to find any help.

But now, at least I have a reliable helper.

Even if it's worth the price.

(End of chapter)