Fors flipped through the calendar on the desk and ticked the upcoming full moon date.
She made up her mind that when she heard the illusory and terrifying whispers, she would recite the name of “The Fool” and go above the gray fog to spend the unbearable painful time.
"Life is so full of expectations..." She closed the novel in her hand and prepared to turn off the iron grid gas street lamp embedded in the wall.
At this moment, Fors's eyes blurred and he saw the endless gray fog, a tall figure living in a majestic ancient palace, and a man praying devoutly.
When the voice reached her ears, she almost jumped up, feeling surprised and happy:
I have been searching for the “Magic Master” formula for years, and I found it just like that?
I have participated in so many different Beyonder gatherings, but I still have no clue about the formula of "Master of Magic", and now I have found it just like that?
And it hasn’t even been a week since I made the request!
This, this is the Tarot Club... It is indeed not comparable to an ordinary gathering of extraordinary people! Fors sighed, suppressed his excitement and joy, and responded cautiously:
"Mr. Fool, is that formula real?"
“Yes.” The Fool, who was sitting on a high-back chair and looking down, said calmly.
Fors clenched his fists suddenly, and quietly waved them twice at his waist. Without thinking twice, he spoke:
"That's Mr. World, right?"
"Please tell him that I will find what he needs as soon as possible."
When the gray fog dissipated and everything was over, Fors was stunned for two seconds. Unable to contain his excitement, he stood up and paced back and forth in the room.
In the Sun Realm, items that specialize in purification and exorcism... I've only come across them twice before, but they were both bought by others, and the other party might not be willing to sell them again... Well, at the party convened by Mr. A before, Xio invited a believer of "Eternal Sun" to perform purification and exorcism rituals. He is at least Sequence 7, and should have similar items, or have relevant clues... I just don't know how many gold pounds it will cost. Although Mr. "World" promised to make up the difference, I may not be able to come up with the part that needs to be paid in advance... Fors gradually shifted his thoughts to his own financial situation.
She now had 370 pounds in cash, mainly from the premium paid by Viscount Glint for the "pharmacist" formula, and she had 510 pounds in her bank account, which added up to nearly 900 pounds.
A similar item might cost 2,000 pounds, or 500 or 600 pounds, but it might not be what Mr. World needs... What if I come across something suitable but I don't have enough money? I can go to the bank to get a loan, or find a loan with a higher interest rate. As long as it goes smoothly, once Mr. World pays the difference, my debt can be easily paid off... Maybe I can ask Miss Audrey to lend it to me for a few days. She doesn't care about money and will definitely not charge any interest... Fors quickly came up with a package of solutions.
At this time, Xio, who had gone out to a quiet place to practice his fighting skills late at night, returned to the two-bedroom apartment he rented. Seeing that the light in Fors's room was still on, he knocked on the door and asked:
“Are you staying up late to write the beginning of your new book?”
"Um, Fors, you seem very happy. Did the publishing house increase your remuneration?"
"No, no, no." Fors was stunned for a moment, then put on a smile and said, "I just received a message that may contain clues to the formula of the 'Master of Magic' potion."
"Really? You've finally got it!" Xio was completely unaware of the abnormality that Fors was hiding.
Seeing her friend happy for her, Fors couldn't help but sigh secretly:
I have become a member of a secret organization, and from now on I have to bear the fate of concealing and deceiving my friends all the time...
Is this one of the costs?
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On Saturday morning, Crane again visited the inventor Leppard in Saatchi Street, St. George's.
Because the patent for the bicycle had not yet been applied for, he only paid the balance of 20 pounds and reminded the other party not to rashly approach anyone to discuss subsequent investment and cooperation before actually obtaining the patent.
Leippard strongly agrees with this. He had been cheated twice before due to the same reason. Before he got the patent, the potential investors he contacted understood the product clearly, so he was kicked away. He watched the other party bribed the staff and obtained the patent first.
After leaving Leppard's house, Klein arrived at Isengard Stanton's slightly gloomy and dim house in the Hillston District at the scheduled time.
Today is the date when the reward for the serial murder case is announced!
After walking through the living room and entering the same living room, Klein saw two familiar detectives, Kaslana and Stuart, and sat next to the latter.
"Sherlock, how much bounty do you think we will get this time? It should be no less than protecting Atreus. Of course, I haven't done much work, so what I can get is limited. As Emperor Roselle said, you get what you sow." Stuart pressed his fist against his beard at his chin.
Klein guessed with interest:
"The more it gets, the better. The less it gets, the better."
And I am the one who has more... If Isengard Stanton is as credible as he describes himself... Klein added in his mind.
At this time, Isengard, with graying temples and a thin face with clear contours, wearing a white shirt and brown vest, holding his iconic pipe, entered the living room where the fireplace was burning, sat in his armchair, and smiled:
"ladies and gentlemen."
"I just came back from the Backlund Police Department. They recognized our contribution and believed that we provided crucial assistance in solving the case."
"Although we did not participate in the subsequent roundup, we can still get half of the reward."
"That means we will share 1,000 pounds in cash!"
"This is also a very generous bounty in Backlund. A single detective would have to sleep on the streets for four or five years without food or drink to save up this much."
The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and everyone was filled with anticipation for their own bounty.
Even Klein was no exception. He was guessing how much Isengard would give him.
At least a hundred pounds, right? He whispered silently.
Isengard took a puff of his pipe, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with great satisfaction:
"Thank you for your trust in me. I will make the allocation now."
"The person who made the greatest contribution this time was Detective Sherlock Moriarty. The ideas and thoughts he provided helped us find clues and get on the right track. He is a true reasoning expert!"
"Ms. Kaslana can confirm this. I also have several letters from Detective Moriarty. Anyone who has doubts can take a look at them."
It's fair... He didn't even list himself as the biggest contributor... Klein immediately had a new respect for the great detective Isengard Stanton:
No wonder he is so authoritative in the detective circle!
Seeing that no one raised any objections, Isengard nodded gently and said:
"I declare that the reward for Detective Sherlock Moriarty is 300 pounds!"
Suddenly, the detectives in the living room began to whisper to each other.
From time to time, they looked up at Crane, as if they had finally gotten to know this outstanding detective who was praised by Mr. Stanton as an expert in reasoning.
What a generous and fair man... Klein opened his mouth, but ultimately failed to be modest.
The second highest bounties were placed on Isengard himself and Kaslana, who each received 160 pounds. The remaining 380 pounds were divided among the other detectives based on their contributions. The lowest bounty was 15 pounds, which was equivalent to their normal income of three or four weeks. This was the benefit of offering a high bounty on a big case.
Stuart was very satisfied after receiving the 40 pounds, because he felt that he had only done two days of observation, and the object of his observation was not the suspect who was later identified.
Of course, he also had to pay part of the 40 pounds - all the informants and helpers involved in this matter had to be taken care of.
After dividing the bounty, Stuart suddenly remembered something. He took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and said to Klein:
"Sherlock, I recently accepted a very well-paid mission to find someone. Please mobilize your resources and help me keep an eye out for him. If he can be found, I will not miss your share."
"Okay, no problem." Klein replied nonchalantly.
Stuart handed over the paper in his hand and said:
"This is the man who has been missing for nearly two weeks."
"Because he himself is involved in disorderly things or some degree of crime, the client does not want us to ask the police for help."
Klein nodded slightly, unfolded the paper, and saw a black-and-white photo:
He was a man with his hair combed back at an angle, looking serious yet somewhat casual.
He was probably about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance, but there was undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows, a high nose bridge and thin lips.
"Oh, his name is..." Stuart thought for a moment and said, "Emlyn White."
Emlyn White... Klein suddenly turned his head and looked at Stuart:
"ah?"
Isn't this the name of the vampire imprisoned in the basement by Father Utravsky?
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In the mansion of Duke Negan, Audrey, who was invited to the afternoon tea party, listened with a little boredom as her mother and Duchess Della chatted about some things among the nobles.
Her eyes swept across the exquisite three-tiered tray, and over the delicious items such as the uniquely shaped muffins and cakes. Feeling that she had been somewhat overindulging her appetite recently, she simply picked up the teacup lightly and took a sip of the red tea.
After a while, she excused herself and went to the bathroom accompanied by the maid.
As soon as she came out, she met a tall, middle-aged lady with thin eyebrows and elegant dress.
This was none other than Duchess Della's sister, Lady Norma, the wife of a hereditary viscount.
After greeting each other, Norma looked at Audrey and smiled softly:
"I heard that our beautiful girl is interested in the occult?"
Talking about occultism, could it be someone from the Psychological Alchemy Society, trying to test me? Audrey instantly turned into a "mind reader" and replied with her head down, feeling a little embarrassed:
"Yes."