"Backlund..." Early in the morning, Triss walked out of Backlund station wearing a piece of clothing that didn't fit too well.
The light yellow morning mist carried a pungent smell, which made Triss frown.
At this time, she only had Sansule's property left with her, but with the skills of a former assassin, money was never a problem worth worrying about.
After all, her current trip to Sansule was also at Tingen station.
Now Tris is having an even bigger headache as to where she should go.
The "oracle" in her mind had no movement except for the word Backlund. Even though she had already set foot on this land, there was still no new instruction.
It was as if that being just placed the fun-looking toy within easy reach of him and then ignored it.
"By the way, that dead cat!"
It was probably because praying to a great being was so exciting that Triss finally remembered the guy who had dragged him into the trap after a few beats.
Although she wanted to contact the other party right away, Triss felt a little tired after remembering that the contact information the cat left for her was still to pray to that great being.
Although there are only zero or countless times of praying, Triss, who had just experienced the feeling of her body being played with like a toy, thought it would be better to take it slow first.
She randomly found a clothing store for working-class people, and spent two soles to buy a suit of clothes that were made of average material but at least fit well. Then she followed the map to find the library, and borrowed books such as the Backlund Post and other books that were only available locally.
The newspaper was published, and through the knowledge given by the assassin's potion, he quickly saw the regularity of some news, and quickly found the contact information of a broker who was most likely to be a broker.
At this moment, Triss suddenly felt the emotion of dreaming back to her youth. She was still him back then, and she had the dream of becoming an assassin like Emperor Russell said, "Everything is false, everything is allowed." She became an extraordinary person.
By.
Now, she has become a witch.
"I will definitely become a man again!"
Triss sorted out the newspapers and handed them back to the librarian, then left the library without looking back. She planned to take an order first and change into more comfortable clothes before talking about anything else.
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On the other side, Snow, who was not tired, slowly woke up, and then, as always, he provided today's morning wake-up call service to Mr. Fool.
Today's [Victory], [Basic] and [Glory] still exchanged abilities that were no different from before, which made Snow relax a little.
The light spot of Triss's consciousness has appeared in Backlund, but for some reason she didn't contact him immediately. With the idea of "there is no need for her for the time being", Snow decided to let her go for a while.
"Let me see how many people miss me today..."
Snow, who had gone to have breakfast across the street, returned to the mailbox at his door, looked at the pile of envelopes inside, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
I took the various envelopes home and opened them one by one, put aside the letters from readers, and finally there were three "work commissions" left.
Although Duke Negan had just been assassinated, it actually had little to do with the ordinary upper class society. As long as they were not directly involved like Miss Justice, most nobles were still so dissipated and dissipated.
Taking into account the importance of maintaining personal connections, Snow began to sort out his image after selecting a few letters from readers to reply to.
Although his predecessor left him with a face that all faceless people would use as study materials, proper maintenance is also necessary.
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"Mr. Melas, what do you want to entrust?" Mr. Fool, who was woken up by Mr. Demon, experienced today what it means that the early bird catches the worm. After breakfast, a man with a servant
The gentleman knocked on his door.
There is no doubt that it is the smell of work.
Speaking of which, it has been several days since Klein came to Backlund, but his detective career has not yet begun.
It doesn't seem right to say that. After all, just yesterday, he helped a child save a cat in a tree for one sole.
Don’t get me wrong, Mr. Fool is not so poor that he wants to snatch a sole from a child, but there are indeed many rich people in Backlund. After he rescued the cat, the child gave him a sole without saying a word.
Suler.
"I hope you can help me investigate my wife." Mr. Melas did not notice that the detective in front of him had gone astray. He stretched out his hand, and the valet beside him immediately handed over some information.
"Oh, what specific aspect is it?" Klein picked up the information on the table. At the top was a photo of a lady in her early thirties. She was well-maintained and should have a good family background.
"I want...well, please monitor her for a while. She has been acting a little unusual these days. She often goes out after I go to work. Well, it's just..."
The middle-aged gentleman seemed a little embarrassed to speak, but Klein responded. Although he had long heard that six out of ten cases of private detectives were to help people investigate extramarital affairs, he did not expect that on his first assignment, he would encounter
Got such a customer.
He carefully considered his words and said on behalf of the somewhat shy gentleman:
"You mean, you want me to investigate whether your wife has another lover?"
"That's right!" Mr. Melas nodded vigorously, and then said angrily:
"She has recently become obsessed with a novel and often writes letters to the author of that novel! And according to reports from the family servants, she often goes out at noon and does not come home until evening! As long as you help me find evidence, I am willing to pay
Your reward of ten pounds!"
"So much?" The moment the other party took the initiative to quote, Klein immediately understood how this project, which accounts for 60% of the private detective industry, supports this profession.
However, out of personal morality, he still cautiously reminded:
"Your wife is just obsessed with novels, and as a lady of upper class society, it is a normal social behavior to go to her wife's house to enjoy afternoon tea. Isn't it inappropriate to doubt her based on this alone?"
Hearing Klein's question, Mr. Melas suddenly couldn't control his emotions. After shaking his fist vigorously, he seemed to react, rearranged his sitting posture, and said angrily:
"If I were just an ordinary writer, I wouldn't have such an association, but you don't know that the author of that novel is a famous socialite in Backlund. I heard that he has maintained relationships with many aristocratic ladies in Backlund's upper class society.
relation!"
"Ah..." Klein frowned slightly. He suddenly felt that this description was so familiar.
