Mr. Oxenfurt shook his head and put the ring back on his rough finger:
"Thank you for your kindness. Something happened between Haila and I. Did she not let you tell me about it? She always does this, but I still regret that you didn't tell the truth. I thought you could become friends.
of."
After listening to his words, Shade looked at Mr. Oxenfurt's friends who were setting fires, trying not to show too much contempt:
"To me, you and your wife are just strangers. I met her first, so I agreed to her request."
"You sympathize with my wife? Are you guessing that there is something wrong with our relationship?"
Mr. Oxenfurt asked with a frown, his gray-blue eyes a little red due to the firelight.
Shade smiled:
"I'm not a nosy person, and your wife obviously knows you better than me. Of course I will pity a woman whose feelings have been frustrated, but I don't know you at all. I don't know you except your name.
Any other information other than that. In this case, using your own thoughts to speculate on the situation of others, and even taking the initiative to help others, is a behavior only found in knight novels."
For Shade, at least someone needs to explicitly ask him for help and offer a clear price - even if it is just 1 penny, before he will consider whether to help.
[Last summer, when you helped that woman find a child, you didn’t consider the price.]
"She" said suddenly with a smile.
"That time was for psychological satisfaction, and that woman was not weird at all."
Shade responded in his heart, and Mr. Oxenfurt nodded:
"I probably understand what kind of person you are. You are actually more suitable to be a detective than a novel writer."
"It just so happened that I was thinking of a detective novel. Just like Delrayon's "Hamilton Detective Stories", one book can last a lifetime, which is really enviable."
After saying that, Xia De narrowed his eyes slightly:
"Mr. Oxenfurt, did you really come to me today to talk to me about [Original Land]?"
He looked at the increasingly powerful fire scene again:
"If nothing else, I think it's time to leave."
"It is indeed related to [Origin·Earth]."
Mr. Oxenfurt stopped him, and after taking back the ring, he held his two strong arms in front of his chest again:
"[Creation Earth] is not in my hands, but I know who and where it is. Do something for me, and I can tell you how to find him."
"I won't set a fire."
"No, it's not arson."
"Why are you looking for me?"
Shade pointed to himself:
"I said, I'm just an ordinary writer."
"But you beat me, twice."
Oxenfurt stretched out his hand again, his face extremely serious, which greatly enhanced his fierce look:
"You beat me, proving that you are better than me. If you don't believe it"
He looked at his and his companion's horses beside them, where guns and swords were strapped to them.
"I won't fight with you here or compete with you in swordsmanship. I don't know these things."
Shade said immediately, and Stone Oxenfurt took out a dice from his pocket:
"Let's guess the size of the points and see who can guess closer. I guess 1."
Shade frowned:
"6."
The ivory-like die was thrown and then fell directly to the ground. After bouncing a few times, it stopped when it hit a crack in the ground. The upward side was 5.
Shade was silent, and Mr. Oxenfurt snorted:
"As expected, help me find something. When I got married to Haila two years ago, in addition to this family ring, I also gave her the ancestral 'Kasenrik Third Class Combat Hero Badge' - about 300
The ancestors obtained it from the battle with Delarion years ago, as well as a sapphire earring embedded with glass. The main body is sapphire, and a drop of my blood is sealed in the glass pendant."
This sounds very romantic.
"These three items are all lost. Don't ask why, they are my family affairs. Now that the ring has been recovered by you, if you can bring the other two items to me, you will know who is holding [Creation Earth]
.And, I have the confidence to convince the other party to give it to you."
"Were they thrown into the river too?"
"It may be in the river, but it may also be in any corner of this city. I can only guarantee that the badge and earrings are still in the Randall Valley. Originally, I didn't want to let them come back, but now that you have found the ring,
I think it's possible you could find the other two items as well."
Shade pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment:
"I accept this deal, but I can't guarantee that I will find it. After all, I am the writer John Watson, not the famous detective Red Jade's Hamilton in the storybook."
"It doesn't matter. Whether or not you can find them is not particularly important to me. Later, I will send someone to send photos of the two pieces of jewelry to the Fertile Land Hotel."
"Okay, then we've settled. Happy cooperation."
Shade stretched out his hand to him. Mr. Oxenfurt was a little surprised, but he also stretched out his hand and held it.
Just as Shade thought, Mr. Oxenfurt's hands were extremely rough. Of course Shade didn't have Director Anlos' ability to judge other people's occupations by shaking hands, but he could also tell that the other person was more suitable for holding a knife or a gun.
[Ordinary people, at least judging from the current contact, they are ordinary people. 】
The two did not shake hands for a moment and then let go. Mr. Oxenfurt suddenly exerted force:
"When you find the other two pieces of jewelry, just bring them to me directly. There is no need to give them to my wife. In addition to [Original Land], I can give you an additional reward."
"Thank you very much for your generosity. Also, next time you invite me, please don't do it in a place like this. I will think that you want to threaten me."
Feeling the strength on his palm, Xia De also exerted a little force.
The firelight illuminated the side faces of the two men shaking hands. Stone Oxenfurt frowned slightly, and Shade stared at him. The fire made the faces in the shadows of the two people have the illusion of shaking, and the sunset was already here.
Falling below the city, the increasingly clear shadows swayed with the firelight.
Five seconds later, both Schade and Mr. Oxenfurt let go of each other's hands. Schade did not use all his strength, so he had a slight disadvantage. But considering his self-proclaimed career as a writer, this "slight disadvantage" was also very serious.
normal.
"You have great strength, but you don't look like a writer."
"Writers who traveled in the Old World would have been buried long ago if they didn't have the strength. I never underestimate the risks of traveling alone."
"Then I'm waiting for your good news."
Mr. Oxenfurt said, Shade nodded, turned and walked towards the horse tied in the forest.
When riding back to the city, Shade was still thinking about Mr. Oxenfurt. There was definitely something wrong with this man. This was a tip given by Shade's sixth sense. Moreover, every time he met with [Everything is impermanent] in the past,
No one who is related to the card is a normal person, and he will not take any chances.
The only question now is, what is his problem:
"Is he the chosen one? But Luvia said that the chosen one cannot be an ordinary person."
It was completely dark when he rode back to the city. As Shade rode his horse past the street lights, the dim lights lit up one after another, providing the city with night light.
In the Wilde Opera House, Miss Benenice was instructing the young girls in the troupe to rehearse a new opera, and Shade noticed that she used the Unicorn Song he brought back from the fifth era.
"Is Miss Lassers here?"
Shade also walked into the small hall on the side of the second floor. Miss Bernanis asked the girls singing loudly on the stage to rest for a while, and then asked Shade to sit down in the first row and talk:
"What, you have something to do with her? What other personal matters can you and Siris have?"
There was something wrong with the tone when I said it, but fortunately, Xia De didn't hear it at all:
"I want to track down a perfectly carved stone sculpture that may be related to the Masons' Guild."
He took out the photo of the stone statue, and Miss Benenice took a look at it:
"It's too vague, I have no impression. She went to the banquet on my behalf. This time it was the local Earl Johnson, who invited William Anjou and Margaret to the banquet. She seemed to want to introduce her daughter to William Anjou.
Ru. If you are in a hurry to find her, just go directly, I have an invitation here."
"Don't worry, I will need to use a time key later, and it will be the same tomorrow morning."
Shade said slightly relaxedly:
"After all, today is Sunday, so there is no need to push yourself too hard."
"I always feel that you are very busy, always running around with a serious look on your face. If you have nothing to do tonight, how about you stay at my place and watch the rehearsal? If you want to listen to me sing, I can do the same as last week
Sing to you."
The blond witch smiled and wanted to return the photo to Shade, but after taking a closer look, she felt that the face of the stone statue was very familiar:
"This is a bit like Siris' father Owen Lassers, you can ask her."
The last time Shade took out the photo of "Mr. Thomas Granger", Miss Benenice also asked Miss Lassers to see if it was his missing father.
"Is it similar?"
"I have never met Mr. Owen Lassers, I have only seen old photos. Moreover, your photo of the stone statue is too blurry, so I can't be sure. Besides, in my opinion, men of this age generally have only a few looks.
There is no distinction between height, weight and clothing, so it is difficult to judge the identity."
As expected, witches are not interested in men at all:
"So, I can only say it's very similar, but I can't be sure."
Shade nodded, wondering why the statue of Miss Lassers' missing father was in the church, so he asked casually:
"I have always heard that Miss Lassers is the leader of an old god cult. Which old god does she believe in?"
When the question came out, Xia De suddenly blinked. He was surprised that he had never asked this question for so long. But thinking about it carefully, this question didn't seem to be important.
"Um?"
When he realized what he had subconsciously ignored and the impact of "forgetting" and "ignoring", his whole body felt like being hit by thunder, or like being hit in the face by little Mia. His thoughts were quickly opened up, and once
The idea that had been ignored for the first time finally became completely clear at this moment.