The Kingdom of Loen, the capital of Eastchester County, Stoen City.

After leaving the manor and entering the villa, Audrey entertained the noble children here and sent her servant to the Bavart Bank to withdraw some cash.

At this point, she no longer had to worry about anything, and could easily repay the 2,000 pounds she owed to Mr. Fool's followers and pay Mr. World the 1,800 pounds that came from her Psychologist trait.

A quarter of an hour later, Audrey opened the bedroom door, glanced at Anne, the personal maid who was supervising the servants' work not far away, and looked down at the big golden retriever squatting by the wall. She smiled, lowered her voice, and said with sparkling eyes:

"Susie, you will have a gift later. Are you looking forward to it?"

If it were the old Audrey, she would definitely say "Susie, your gift has arrived", which would allow the golden retriever to find out that she can get real objects in the room, and this would easily lead Susie, who has recently been studying the basics of mysticism, to guess that it was ritual magic.

With a different storyline, it would appear that Audrey received a mysterious letter/message in her bedroom confirming that the gift was about to be delivered, which leaves too many possibilities.

Susie read Audrey's heartfelt joy and sincerity, and subconsciously opened her mouth, vibrated the air, made a sound, and asked what the gift was, but she keenly noticed that Audrey's personal maid Anne was approaching, so she gave up her original idea.

She returned to the state of an ordinary dog, slowly wagging her tail to express her joy and anticipation.

After deliberately finding an excuse to go outside for a walk, Audrey entered the "chemical laboratory" specially allocated to her and placed the characteristics and auxiliary materials of the "psychologist" on the long table one by one.

"Susie, do you remember the process of mixing the potion last time?" She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and played the role of a teacher with interest.

"Woof, remember!" Susie already knew what her gift was. She was very happy and woofed loudly.

Audrey said casually:

"Try mixing it yourself."

Susie looked down at her paws and suddenly fell silent.

Audrey was stunned at first, then fell silent for a moment.

After a few seconds, before the golden retriever opened its mouth, she smiled slightly and said,

"Okay, Susie, don't say anything. I know what you want to say. You want to say that you are just a dog and can't mix potions, right?"

So embarrassing, so embarrassing...At the same time, Audrey, who looked elegant and dignified, covered her face in her heart.

"Woof!" Susie nodded vigorously.

Audrey seized the opportunity, turned around, and quickly prepared the "Psychologist" potion.

She had asked Susie before and knew that she had completely digested the potion by Wednesday of this week.

It's been less than two months in total... Well, a big part of the reason is that Susie is less noticed. She can run around the manor and the villa freely, eavesdrop on other people's private discussions, and "read" the maids' true thoughts... This is also good, she will share with me. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't know that many people have such a dark side in their minds, but are usually normal and kind... Audrey poured the potion into a bowl and placed it on the ground.

She watched Susie come over and start licking, and she couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation in her heart:

"Susie might also be affected by the potion and become emotionally unstable.

"But it doesn't matter. 'Psychologist' Miss Audrey is ready and can 'comfort' you at any time! Well, I prefer the name 'psychoanalysis', which sounds more professional."

Audrey's beautiful emerald eyes stared intently at the golden retriever Susie, and she found that the other's pupils gradually faded and stood up, and dark golden scales seemed to grow under the thick hair. Susie's spirituality was constantly spreading outward, as if it was intertwined with the space of the entire villa.

After calming down her slightly nervous emotions, Audrey focused on observing Susie's condition. As long as the other party showed any abnormality, she would immediately use her extraordinary ability of "psychoanalysis".

Suddenly, Susie's voice sounded in her ears:

"Audrey, I did it!"

"..." Audrey didn't know what to say for a moment.

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In the dream, Daisy returned to the East District, to the old apartment where she had lived for many years.

She pushed open the door and saw her mother Liv and sister Freya busy washing clothes.

Daisy suddenly became delighted and wanted to join them in ironing.

Just then, she heard a knock on the door.

She turned her head and found that the visitor was a young man in a black and white checkered police uniform.

The police officer had black hair and green eyes, and his appearance was a little blurry. He held a notebook and a pen and asked:

"What else is there in the Capin case besides what you have already related?"

"Those are not important matters." Daisy answered rather confusedly.

The handsome police officer looked down at his notebook and said:

"It's okay. I'm willing to listen."

Daisy looked back at the hanging clothes and felt that she seemed to have forgotten something.

She described the trivial details honestly, and finally said:

"...After I was kidnapped, my mother and sister commissioned a private detective, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, to find me. He is a good man. Although he failed to find me directly, he contacted reporters afterwards and helped me get compensation from the foundation..."

The black-haired, green-eyed police officer raised his head again, glanced at Daisy, and said with a warm smile:

"Very good, I am satisfied with your answer.

"Do you remember what the private detective looked like?"

Daisy nodded, not surprised to see Mr. Sherlock Moriarty appear beside her.

The great detective, with his thick beard and gold-rimmed glasses, looked exactly as she remembered him.

After the black-haired, green-eyed police officer looked at Daisy deeply for a few times, she didn't know when he left, nor did she know why her mother and sister in the room suddenly disappeared.

She ran around the East District, looking for a familiar figure, and finally woke up in intense depression and sadness. She stared at the dark ceiling of the school dormitory in a daze for several seconds.

Daisy didn't make a sound. She turned her body to the side and buried most of her face in the pillow.

At the edge of the pillow, the wet marks gradually expanded.

It was Leonard Mitchell who entered Daisy's dream. Although he investigated the common points of the two cases just to have his own time to do something, he still did not forget to be perfunctory on the surface. As a result, he really found some problems.

"In both the Lanevus case and the Capin case, there appeared a private detective named Sherlock Moriarty and his friend, journalist Mike Joseph... Although they are only hovering on the edge of the matter, it is also a direction of investigation. Haha, that Sherlock Moriarty looks familiar. Who could he be?" Leonard recalled what he saw in his dream, put on red gloves, and entered the bottom of St. Samuel's Church.

He had just greeted the team leader Soest when he saw a companion approaching and handing him two thin pieces of paper:

"The information about the red-eyed man at the Harvest Church that you want to investigate is all here."

"Thank you. Would you like to enjoy lunch together?" Leonard asked with a smile.

The night watchman shrugged and said:

"No, as long as you stop giving me nightmares."

"Deal." Leonard took the information with a smile.

He stood there, not in a hurry to sit down, and casually flipped through the pages:

"Emlyn White is a vampire who currently belongs to the Church of Mother Earth... He was missing for a while, and his parents commissioned a private detective to look for him. According to a man named Stuart, the case was eventually solved by the great detective Sherlock Moriarty."

The smile on Leonard's face gradually faded and became quite serious.

"Sherlock Moriarty?" He repeated the name in his mind.

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Klein was not in a hurry to look for opportunities to perform in real life. He traveled around the port cities of Oravi Island as a traveler, seeking a brief relaxation in his busy and busy life.

This city is mainly populated by new immigrants from Loen, and its food style is not much different from that of the east coast of the kingdom. The difference is that there are fresh and rare fruits and a variety of seafood here, which is quite unique.

This place is rich in natural resources and is located at a key point in a safe waterway, so people live a relatively good life. Even farmers in the suburbs can accumulate a certain amount of savings through their orchards.

This is not to say that there are no poor people or lower classes in Oravi, but this class is mainly composed of former slaves. The Loen Parliament has already passed a bill abolishing slavery.

After swallowing the juicy and sweet pulp, Klein glanced at the darkening sky, turned the corner, and entered a bar called Sweet Lemon.

It is one of the most famous gathering places for adventurers in Oravi. Klein plans to collect the remaining two auxiliary materials of the "Master of Secret Dolls" here: the more common dragon-patterned tree bark and Sonia Golden Spring water.

At this time, the bar was already quite lively. There were many people holding cups and cheering loudly around the boxing ring. At the tables around, people who seemed to be adventurers were whispering various rumors.

Klein was about to squeeze towards the bar when he suddenly heard his name.

"...I'm Gehrman Sparrow. You should know who I am. I got a treasure map and need to hire some helpers. It's not that I'm afraid, but I can't carry so much treasure by myself..." A green-eyed man in his thirties, holding a half-full glass of liquor, said to two men and two women in the corner who were either businessmen or adventurers.

Your name is also Gehrman Sparrow? Treasure map... Why does it sound like a scam... Did the news of my hunting down the Trickster spread from Bayam to here? Well, it should have been through telegrams and travelers, so many people knew my name and deeds, but they didn't know what I looked like... Then a scammer took this opportunity to pretend to be me and deceive people... Klein approached with a daze.

The green-eyed man took a sip of liquor, slammed the cup on the table and said:

“I don’t mind whether it’s a no or a yes, but I hate it when people make me wait!

"Do you want to be like the Wormtongue?"

A young man on the opposite side said fearfully:

"I know you are a powerful adventurer..."

"So?" The green-eyed man interrupted the other party.

At this moment, he felt his collar tighten, and someone lifted him up and threw him towards the door.

Klein didn't explain anything and threw the guy out with an expressionless face.

Then he drew his revolver, aimed at the spot where the green-eyed man had fallen, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang!

As soon as the green-eyed man fell to the ground with a plop, he saw sparks flying from the wet ground. He was so scared that he instantly retracted the harsh words that were about to come out of his mouth, and he fled from the bar, crawling away.

No other words were needed. His weakness directly proved that he was not Gehrman Sparrow.

Klein ignored the stunned victim, blew politely at the muzzle, and stuffed the revolver back into his armpit.

Then, in the silence that had been brought down by the sound of gunfire, he slowly walked towards the bar.

PS: Please give me more monthly tickets in the last two days~