The distinctive wide chin, the hair bun of an ancient knight, the eyes with a cold smile... Hugh Dilcher half-lying and half-sitting on the sofa, carefully studying the sketch given by Audrey.

In her eyes, this was a living, moving gold pound.

After deeply imprinting the Great Pirate Qilingos's appearance in her mind, she read the additional description:

"Brown hair, dark green eyes."

"The portrait is for reference only, as the target has the ability to transform into the appearance of another person, and the duration of this ability is unknown."

The portrait is only for reference... The target can be transformed into someone else... It's only for reference, to transform someone else... Then why should I memorize the sketch so carefully... Xio's expression was dull, as if he felt the malice of the world.

She looked up in confusion, looking at Fors Wall who was lying lazily on the sofa opposite her, and said to herself:

"There's no way to find him. We don't know what he looks like, but we know he's a foreigner. The number of new foreigners that come to Backlund every day is simply impossible to count."

Fors exerted force on her waist and tried to sit up, but she failed miserably after trying three times.

"I'm just an apprentice, not an arbitrator..." She muttered and reached out to press the back of the sofa, successfully changing from lying to sitting.

“Perhaps that lady thinks we are prophets?” Fors joked.

Xio was about to answer when he realized there were many more additional descriptions.

She whispered:

“It is recommended to search from the following channels:

"1. Qi Lingos has an evil item on him that devours the flesh and soul of a living person every other day. Consider the missing homeless man."

"2. Collect detailed information about Qi Lingos and summarize his unique hobbies and behavior patterns."

"3. A person's facial features may change, but without special training, he will always behave like himself, such as his favorite food, walking style, habitual movements, and many more details."

Fors nodded slightly after hearing this and said:

"Miss Audrey is not a simple and innocent girl as rumored. She has a delicate heart and calm observation skills."

"Really?" Hugh asked back, not quite sure. Without expecting an answer, he suggested, "I will be responsible for collecting information, and you will summarize the hobbies and characteristics of that pile of gold pounds, no, that pirate general?"

Fors opened his eyes wide and shook the iron box of cigarettes in his hand and said:

"How could you bear to do that? How could you bear to let such a delicate and sensitive writer do such a thing of induction, conclusion, analysis and reasoning?"

Xio glanced at his friend, unconsciously revealing a convincing majesty:

"There is a very interesting mystery in your Stormy Manor."

Fors shrugged his shoulders, lowered his head, looked at the coffee table and said:

"Do you know how much hair I lost and how much sleep I lost because of that reasoning?"

She quickly raised her head and glanced at Hugh Dilcha, then continued to bury her head and muttered:

"Life is very short and there are so many things to do. Why should we waste it on such boring and tedious work?"

That makes a lot of sense... Xio almost nodded in agreement, managing to maintain the dignity of the "arbitrator" with great difficulty.

"Then do you have any other way to solve this problem?" She lowered her voice, making it deep.

Fors thought seriously for more than ten seconds, then raised his head and said:

"We can ask professionals to do it! After you collect the information about 'Vice Admiral Hurricane', we will erase the name and find an excellent detective to help summarize and deduce. All we have to do is pay the consulting fee!"

Why didn't I think of that...Xiu's mind went blank for a moment, and Fors and I looked at each other, but no one spoke.

When the atmosphere became a little awkward, she cleared her throat and said:

"Just do as you suggest."

After that, she quickly added:

"You will pay for the consultation!"

…………

Howers Street, Divination Club.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." The pretty receptionist, Angelica, looked ahead in surprise and said, "You rarely come here on Fridays."

Klein, who was exhausted from checking the red chimney houses, smiled and said:

"Fate will not repeat itself all the time, it will always bring us some surprises."

He happened to be passing by here, and the time for hiring a horse-drawn carriage had come, so he came up to drink some tea and take a rest.

In addition, this was also his final foreshadowing. With the new "experience" in the Divination Club, he would logically make a special application to Dunn Smith.

"Your words are always full of philosophy." Angelica admired sincerely.

Klein thought for a moment and said carefully:

"I may rarely come to the club in the future. You don't need to recommend me to others anymore."

The potion has been digested and he has to move on to a new goal!

"Why?" Angelica said in surprise and confusion, "You are already very famous in the club. Most people know that your divination is very accurate and magical. We are even considering inviting you to be a lecturer on Sunday."

If I get 1 pound for each divination, then I will grit my teeth and persevere no matter how tired or hard it is... And I have to run to a few more houses with red chimneys, and try to find the mastermind as soon as possible... Klein smiled gently:

"Ma'am, don't try to stop me. This is fate."

"I am not going to stop coming to the club, I am just reducing the frequency. My membership fee will be paid as scheduled."

Anyway, it can be reimbursed... I will still come here occasionally to monitor this place... Klein added silently.

"It's such a pity. I wish you could come to the club when I'm confused." Angelica sighed.

After getting over her initial shock, she found that she was not as surprised as she had imagined.

Perhaps such a magical fortune teller who respects fate so much is indeed not something that a club in Tingen City can have for a long time... Angelica smiled as if she was thinking:

"Xibo black tea?"

“Yes.” Klein smiled back.

He sat in the club for more than ten minutes, took a short rest, drank some tea, then left and took the public horse-drawn carriage back to Daffodil Street.

When he entered the door, he opened the mailbox as usual and saw a letter that had just been delivered.

Opening it casually, Klein discovered that the letter was from Mr. Azik:

“…I will go to the small town of Morse on Sunday and return on Wednesday.”

The townspeople of Morse generally believe in the goddess... If I go there on Sunday, then according to normal efficiency, the night watchmen will not receive the news until Tuesday or Wednesday, and I can just make it in time... Mr. Azik actually remembered my request... I hope he can also remember not to show up in person, just summon a ghost and bluff it... Klein nodded imperceptibly, gushed out his own spirituality, and ignited the letter paper by friction.

He flicked his hand, and the flames turned into ashes, slowly falling to the ground.

…………

On Saturday morning, Klein walked leisurely into the Blackthorn Security Company wearing a thin black windbreaker, a half-high silk hat, and a silver-studded cane.

After greeting Luo Shan, he glanced at the partition and saw that the captain's office door was open, so he deliberately said without controlling his voice:

"Yesterday evening, at the Divination Club, I saw a girl who looked very similar to you."

"Really?" Luo Shan asked back with interest.

Klein nodded insincerely and replied, "Really, I even thought she was your sister."

"I'm sorry to make you feel bad, but I don't have any sisters, not even cousins." Luo Shan said with a smile, "Do you remember her name?"

"No, why should I remember her name?" Klein chuckled. "Seeing you is no different from seeing her."

"Can I understand that you are praising me?" Luo Shan always asked without anyone trying to find a topic to talk about. "Klein, you must have made a lot of money in the Divination Club, right? As a true fortuneteller, your level is not comparable to that of other amateurs."

Let’s not talk about this topic. We are still good colleagues… Klein coughed and said:

"A fortune teller must respect fate and cannot use divination to seek abnormal benefits."

"Are you summarizing your own fortune-teller's motto?" Luo Shan asked curiously.

“Yes.” Klein answered frankly.

After chatting with the other party for a few more words, he waved goodbye, holding his hat and walked towards the partition.

Knock, knock, knock. He looked at Dunn Smith who was preparing his coffee and knocked gently on the open door.

"Come in." Dunn looked up at him and quickly straightened his posture.

Klein had already sounded out the captain's attitude over the past two days and confirmed that Dunn Smith had not mentioned a single word to anyone else while trying the "acting method." He was clearly trying to avoid the church's top brass.

So, he closed the door, sat opposite her, and said with a serious expression but a little excitement:

"Captain, I feel like I have completely mastered the 'Fortune Teller' potion."

“I would like to submit a special application.”