In an inconspicuous house in Queens.

Xio and Fors found a seat at random and sat down, examining the items written on the blackboard. Mr. A, wearing a hooded robe, was still sitting quietly and alone on the sofa in the front, looking down at everyone.

"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion formula, 450 pounds..." Xio silently read out the familiar content and breathed a sigh of relief.

One of her biggest fears was that she would finally save enough money, but no one was selling the recipe!

"I got 400 pounds, plus my original savings of 150 pounds, which is enough...but the subsequent main materials will definitely require a large sum of money...Oh, yes, maybe I can change the circle and see if there are any extraordinary people interested in this formula..." Xio suddenly cheered up and felt that he had found a way to make a fortune.

Frankly speaking, if she didn't urgently need money to buy materials and brew potions to advance, she would definitely not leak the formula. On the one hand, most people always hope that there are fewer extraordinary people in their own sequence and they are special enough. On the other hand, with more competitors on the same path, the corresponding material prices will be raised a lot, and the same is true for subsequent formulas.

After thinking carefully for a while, Xio gradually became uneasy again, because it was normal for a formula to remain unsold for a long time.

Moreover, the "Arbitrator" path belongs to the royal family and the military, and all aspects are strictly controlled. The scattered part basically comes from a small number of impoverished nobles. Their formulas are difficult to constitute a complete medium and low-level path, and there are often only one or two of them. In addition, the main materials are controlled and difficult to obtain. Therefore, there are very few extraordinary people willing to choose this sequence.

Xio has been in Backlund's mysterious circles for a long time, but she has not found an "arbitrator" other than herself. On the one hand, this may be because the other party has concealed it well, and on the other hand, it also more or less explains some problems.

Phew, think about Fors. I'm lucky enough. For so long, she hasn't encountered any subsequent recipes for "The Apprentice"...Xiu saw Mr. A's waiter coming over, so he wrote a note to buy the "Sheriff" recipe for him.

Not long after, she was led to the study on the first floor. Before entering, she took a hooded robe from the waiter and put it on.

The sellers in the study were dressed the same way, and they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.

"This is the recipe for the 'Sheriff' potion. Where's my money?" the seller asked in a hoarse voice, pressing the note on the desk with one hand.

Xio took out the cash that he had already counted several times and pushed it to the other party.

After repeatedly checking the authenticity and total amount, the seller finally let go of the recipe.

Xio immediately stepped forward and quickly grabbed the note.

Her eyes went straight to the main material, which was the most important part:

"A pair of eyes of a fear demon worm, and the right paw of a silver-white war bear."

These are all extraordinary materials that are known but no one has ever sold... Xio let out a sigh, left the study with a slightly melancholy look, and took off his robe.

She returned to the living room and sat next to Fors. Having fulfilled her wish, she gradually became worried about the name of unknown origin and the evil spirit that might be haunting her.

"10, no, 20 pounds, no, 30 pounds. Please ask someone who is good at exorcism to help me with the purification ceremony." Xio made up his mind, exchanged a few words with Fors in a low voice, and waved to Mr. A's waiter.

When the break, during which they could freely exchange ideas, was over, they saw that the item they had just submitted had been added to the list on the blackboard:

"I suspect I'm possessed by an evil spirit. I need help from a friend who is good at exorcism. 30 pounds."

After a while, Mr. A's waiter came to the two of them and quietly asked them to go to the living room on the first floor.

A man wearing a white hard-shell mask was waiting inside. He looked at the two help-seekers of unknown gender wearing loose robes and smiled softly:

"Let me give you a brief introduction of myself so that you don't doubt my abilities."

"No, that's not necessary. We trust Mr. A." Xio, whose face was covered by a hood, spoke before Fors could speak.

She deliberately lowered her voice so that her childish voice would not reveal her identity.

The man wearing the white hard-shell mask spread his hands and smiled:

"This is my habit. I am a believer in the sun. As you know, this is rare in Backlund and in the entire kingdom."

"It's only at times like this that I can live as my true self."

Due to the huge conflict between the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of the Lord of Storms, the former has never been able to obtain the right to preach in the Kingdom of Loen.

“A believer of the sun?” Fors’s lazy look suddenly disappeared. “This is the first time I’ve seen a living believer of the sun! Uh… I can’t see the higher-ranking diplomats.”

“Should I feel honored?” The man wearing the white hard-shell mask opened his arms and raised them upwards, making a gesture of praising the sun.

Fors did not answer his question, but smiled and said:

"When it comes to exorcism and purification, the Sun's servants are professional. We are relieved and can begin."

The man who claimed to be a believer of the sun didn't say any more. He took out a badge with the "sun" symbol painted on it, placed it on the round table in the center, and then lit two candles using a binary ritual.

After completing the preliminary matters step by step, he recited in a loud and unusually pious voice:

"Eternal Sun;"

"You are the everlasting light;"

"You are the embodiment of order."

"I pray to you;"

"I pray that you will grant me the light of purification;"

"I pray that you will drive away the evil spirits."

…

In the Hermetic spell that echoed back to the previous chapter, Xio and Fors saw a pure, warm and bright light bursting out from the sun emblem.

It flowed continuously, turning into a tide, rushing towards the two of them, drowning them at the same time.

After a few dozen seconds, everything returned to normal. Xio and Fors felt warm all over, very comfortable and at ease, just like taking a hot spring bath or taking a sunbath.

…………

Cherwood District, Rice Police Station.

Klein was crammed on a low bench with a bunch of thieves and drunkards, looking extremely undignified.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth on the back of his hand, and the chill of Backlund's night was dispelled a lot.

Looking down, Klein discovered that the four black dots that symbolized the mysterious space above the gray fog did not appear.

"Who is so kind, knowing that I was a little cold just now..." He muttered half-jokingly and half-confusedly.

As a former inspector, he looked at the thief who was handcuffed to the pipe on his left, and then at the drunkard on his right who might vomit at any time but kept shouting that he wanted to beat someone up. He sighed at his current situation and didn't know when he would be able to break free.

"There should be another test next. If I pass it, I'll be successful... I hope the police will focus on the ambassador and the Zmanger Party and ignore the identity of a little detective like me. Theoretically, there is a good chance, as long as Mrs. Summer, Lawyer Jurgen and others don't say anything that would interest the police... Well, they and I just met, so they can't know too much..."

"I took away Meursault's extraordinary characteristics and hid them above the gray fog. There is nothing strange about him. No one can find out that he was once an extraordinary person, and no one will doubt my strength... Hmm... It's been more than an hour..."

As Klein was comforting himself, he saw the sheriff with the short brown beard walking towards him.

"Sherlock Moriarty, follow me to the interrogation room." The sheriff ordered without explanation.

Here it comes... Klein said to himself, and stood up to follow.

Rounding the corner, the sheriff stopped in front of an iron door and motioned for Klein to go in.

Klein took a breath, then slowly exhaled, turned the handle, and walked in.

Inside was a small room with what seemed like very thick walls, a small table in the middle and chairs on either side.

Under the illumination of the elegant gas lamp on the wall, Klein could clearly see the interrogator opposite him. He was a man wearing a rare black shirt.

He was not wearing a vest, but a casual black coat. He had sparse eyebrows, cold blue eyes, and the lines on his face were like blades, so hard that they lacked sufficient softness.

The man pointed to the chair opposite and said in a deep voice:

"I ask questions and you answer them."

Before he finished speaking, Klein felt an unimaginable pressure. He felt as if electric currents were running through his mind, forming a thorny whip that continuously whipped his soul.

This "taste" is both painful and numb, as if it comes from deep in the brain, making people unable to resist it. They can only shiver and their knees become weak.

Klein nearly fell down, and hurriedly supported himself on the small table and sat down, his forehead twitching.

This... this is an extraordinary ability... Ordinary people might think that it was a mental problem caused by their own nervousness and the majesty of the interrogator, but Klein clearly recognized that this was an extraordinary ability, an extraordinary ability that directly attacked other people's minds!

He hurriedly recalled the information he had read before and quickly confirmed the object of suspicion:

Sequence 7 of the Arbitrator Pathway, Interrogator!

Was the matter transferred to a special military department? Klein thought with a sense of relief.

As long as he is not a night watchman, everything will be fine.

"Identify these photos and find the ambassador who met Meursault." The cold and tough man in black spread out seven or eight black and white photos on the small table.

Klein only felt that the electric whip in his mind seemed to be raised high, and the extreme pain foreshadowed him so that he dared not and was unwilling to lie.

Of course, there was no need for Klein to lie. After a quick identification, he presented a photo to the interrogating officer. It was the middle-aged gentleman with the gorgeous and extravagant clothes and the charming appearance.

The interrogator took a look, made no comment, and asked again:

"Are all your previous confessions true?"

Klein remained awake and rational, just like when he was forced into a dream. He did not succumb to the "whip" in his mind and answered sincerely:

“It’s all true.”

The interrogator leaned forward, resting his hands on the small table and said:

"When was the last time you saw Ian Wright?"

"Yesterday, yesterday morning." Klein said with difficulty, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. "I followed Meursault and found Detective Zreal's body. Because I didn't want to deal with the police, I took Ian to identify the body and let him call the police himself. Zreal's body was in the sewer entrance at the right turn at the bottom of Iron Carbon Street in the East District."

After a brief silence, the interrogator finally nodded, and Clenden felt the huge pressure and the "whip" in his mind disappear together.

"You can go out now." He ordered in a flat tone.

Klein stood up, opened the door and walked out, not trying to hide the frivolity of his steps.

He felt that this was more tiring than fighting with Meursault. If he made the slightest mistake, his spirit would be completely crushed, and he would answer honestly whatever the other party asked.

No, if it weren’t for my special spirit that had been subjected to mumbling and screaming for a long time, allowing me to remain calm and rational in certain situations, I would have probably collapsed just now... Klein returned to the corridor with a chill on his back.

At this time, the sheriff came over and said:

"Come with me to complete the formalities. Lawyer Jurgen is waiting to release you on bail."

Huh... Klein let out a breath and completely relaxed.

He knew the danger was finally over.

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