Crane didn't touch Zerell's corpse, and just went backwards out of the fork in the road.

Knock! Knock!

A sudden sound could be heard in the distance, echoing through the hollow and deserted sewers.

Klein listened for a few seconds, then decisively retreated along the dirty concrete road on either side of the sewage river to the exit.

For him, there was no need to take any risks in things that didn't involve him.

After climbing out of the sewers, Klein closed the iron lid again, took a look at the neighborhood, and returned to the one-bedroom apartment he rented in the East End, changing his clothes and removing his disguise.

Then, putting on gold-rimmed glasses, he walked to another street, took a taxi carriage, and returned to Jowood, but not Minsk Street, in the silence and cold of three o'clock in the morning.

After that, Klein made a big circle and made sure that no one was following him, and then he entered the house and slept until dawn and the doorbell jingled and shook.

He jerked over and sat up, put on his shirt, buttoned up his waistcoat, and hurried down to the first floor and opened the door.

And before that, the hunching ability of the "Joker" sequence had already allowed him to naturally sketch the image of the visitor in his mind:

An old coat that doesn't fit well, a brown hat with a bowl, a tattered satchel, bright red eyes, a delicate face, and a calm temperament are none other than Ian, the big boy who came to commission the task yesterday.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty. Ian said hello, glanced left and right, and said, "Did you catch anything......?" I just passed by and asked. ”

Klein nodded solemnly:

"Yes. ”

"......" Ian seemed so startled that he couldn't speak for a long time.

After a while, he pursed his lips and asked, stunned:

"Have you confirmed Mr. Zarreel's condition?"

"Yes. Klein paused, and said, "I found Zereel's body. ”

"Corpse ......" Ian repeated in a low voice with his pupils narrowing.

He wasn't overly surprised, and seemed to have anticipated the worst possible outcome.

Klein watched silently, not interjecting.

"Whew......," Ian let out a sigh and looked around warily, "your efficiency is amazing, can you take me to see Mr. Zarrell's corpse?"

"No problem, in fact I was going to do it. Klein thought for a moment and said, "I hope you don't mention me when you call the police, just say you found it, I think you know how to weave reasons." ”

Ian was not surprised by this, he knew very well that not every detective liked to deal with the police, in fact, except for the famous detective who often provided advice and assistance to the police department, everyone else was discriminated against, ostracized by them, and even blackmailed.

This is the current state of the Kingdom of Rune.

"Okay. Ian readily agreed.

Thinking about entering the sewers, Klein changed into the clothes of the common working class, put on a deer-hunting hat, and took a horse lamp.

The two arrived in the East End in a public carriage and walked for half an hour to the remote sewer entrance under the gaze of a pair of numb or malicious eyes.

"How did you find that?" Ian asked as Crane lifted the lid and climbed down, half surprised, half curious.

Klein looked down and replied casually:

"Skillful training, which includes many techniques of reasoning, investigation, tracking and cross-examination. ”

Ian followed into the sewers and nodded absently:

“...... You seem to be very professionally trained. ”

Crane didn't answer directly, carrying the lantern that had already been lit, and led Ian into the fork in the road and came to that gloomy corner.

As soon as he got closer, his eyes narrowed slightly, for Zeriel's body was much more mutilated than it had been last night, missing an arm and half of his ribs.

It's not something that rats can do...... Klein muttered to himself, not reminding Ian.

With the help of the light of the lantern, Ian could see the corpse clearly.

He squatted down and vomited, gradually vomiting yellow-green bile, and Crane took out the prepared "cragg oil", uncorked the bottle, and bent down to bring the port to Ian's nose.

Ian Horan was clever and calmed down.

After more than ten seconds, he whispered a little weakly:

"Thank you......"

He stood up slowly, and examined the mutilated corpse several more times:

"I can confirm that he is Detective Zarrell. ”

"It's a pity. Klein politely replied, "I suggest you call the police." ”

"Hmm. Ian nodded imperceptibly and followed the other back to the surface.

At this time, Klein clapped his hands:

"That's the end of my mission, it's up to you what to do after that. ”

Ian was silent for a few seconds and said:

"I owe you three more things, you can tell me now. ”

"Actually, I only want one thing for now. "I want to know where I can get guns and bullets, without a license to use all types of weapons." ”

Ian said almost without thinking:

"In the area of Beckland Bridge, Iron Gate Street, 'Bar of the Brave', looking for Caspars Kanlinen, I said that it was introduced by the 'old man'. ”

"Okay, the remaining two things will be discussed later, I have a hunch that we will meet again. Crane nodded lightly.

Ian glanced at him, remained silent, and said nothing.

The two parted ways and headed for a different street in the Eastern End, where silence returned to the middle of nowhere.

After walking for a while, Crane suddenly turned around, went back the way he came, and then hid in a hidden corner, peering into the entrance of the sewer.

After waiting for two or three minutes, he saw Ian quietly returning, looking around warily.

Klein withdrew his gaze just in time, leaning his back against the wall and listening for the movement.

He heard the grinding of the lid being removed, and heard someone climbing down.

Cautiously poking his head out, Crane found that Ian had re-entered the sewers.

Is there a clue or something hidden in Zereel......'s corpse? He bowed his head thoughtfully.

Satisfied with his curiosity, Klein did not linger and actually left, intending to go to Caspars Canlinen in two days.

............

At tea time, Viscount Gleilint was at home in Queens.

The door to the study was tightly closed, completely separating the four people inside from the outside guests who participated in the salon.

"Hugh, Firth, this is your due. Audrey, dressed in a pale yellow dress with lace embellishments, pushed a bulging envelope to the two ladies across the desk.

Hugh wanted to be polite, but her hand was already grabbing the envelope with a quick step, feeling the weight of the money.

She had no choice but to say sincerely:

"Miss Audrey, thank you for your generosity, your integrity makes you even more beautiful. ”

As she spoke, she untied the thin thread around the envelope and saw the bills inside.

It is a neatly colored black banknote on a gray background, thick, exuding a special ink fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed by the ink fragrance.

"10 pounds......" Hugh pulled out one and confirmed the denomination, and Furth, who seemed to be lazy and didn't care about money, came over at some point.

This, at least...... Hugh observed the thickness and figured out how many there were.

She couldn't help but glance at Furth and saw the surprise in each other's eyes:

That's a lot more than they imagined!

Audrey smiled lightly:

"It's 800 pounds in total, and you decide how you want to divide it. ”

"I'm sorry that put you in danger. ”

£800...... No, there is no need to apologize...... Once again, I would have accepted that commission even though I knew the possible consequences...... Even if it were just divided evenly, plus my savings, it would be enough to buy the recipe for the "Sheriff" potion...... Hugh, who was in his early five-meter-to-half, looked at the banknotes in the envelope in a daze, eager to pull them all out and count them repeatedly.

She believed that the generous and beautiful Miss Audrey would certainly not be short of pay, but what if the other party counted wrong?

Hugh raised his right hand, paused for a few seconds, and then silently put it down.

The corners of Furth's mouth couldn't help but rise, and he sighed:

"That's more than the total amount I've been paid for the book Stormstorm Cottage so far......"

Should I praise Miss Audrey, or laugh at the poverty of the writer?" she added silently.

Viscount Glerint, who was sitting on the sofa, was also a little envious, but not Hugh and Forthth, as a viscount with a decent financial situation, 800 pounds was not a large amount.

What he admired was Audrey's boldness and no burden at all.

"Ahem......" Viscount Glerint cleared his throat, "if you can get the recipe for the 'Apothecary', I'll pay you a lot of money." ”

"We do our best!" Hugh replied without hesitation, and then, she looked at Audrey, "We've recently come into contact with someone suspected of being a psychic alchemist, and the 'audience' potion you want will soon have clues." ”

Hugh, I'm already in sequence 8, and I'm better than you...... Audrey smiled reservedly:

"I'm looking forward to it. ”

After finishing business, the four of them chatted about various rumors in the extraordinary circle, and under Audrey's demonstration, they each looked for the book they wanted to read.

Suddenly, Hugh's eyes lit up and he saw two hard-covered books:

History of the nobility of the Kingdom of Rune and Heraldry.

At the same time, Foirth also found books that interested him:

"Geography of the Figures of the Empire of Fursac" and "Around the Northern Continent".

"Dear Viscount Gleirint, may I borrow these two books? I will return them shortly. Hugh looked pleadingly at the master of the study.

Glerint nodded indifferently:

"No problem. ”

Hearing his answer, Furth hastened to make a request as well, which was also granted.

The corners of Audrey's mouth, who witnessed all this, hooked slightly, looked to the side reservedly, and pretended to be looking for a book.

As a qualified and promoted "spectator", after many contacts, she had accurately grasped the preferences of Hugh and Foirth in certain aspects, so that she arranged them in advance, without anyone noticing.

Let the guided person feel that it is his own will, which is the embodiment of the audience's ability.

............

In the evening, Hugh snuggled up on the couch, facing the fireplace, by the gas lamp, and flipped through the "History of the Nobility of the Kingdom of Rune", while Foirth went to a meeting of the writers' circle.

After looking at it for a long time, Hugh suddenly felt something strange about the cardboard cover, so he carefully examined it, found the mezzanine, and found an old piece of paper.

The front of the paper is covered with special symbols created by Russell the Great, and on the back is a passage written in ancient Hermetic script.

"Viscount Gleilint's ancestors deciphered some of Russell the Great's special symbols?" Hugh excited.

She struggled to recognize the ancient Hermetic passage, and silently recited it:

"A fool who does not belong to this time;"

"The Mysterious Lord of the Grey Mist;"

"The King of Yellow and Black who rules good fortune. ”