After turning sideways to avoid a drunk who was charging at him, Emlyn frowned, flicked his clothes, and continued to squeeze towards the bar.

During this process, he seemed to be doing nothing, but he was always able to prevent the drinkers around him from touching him. His speed, agility, and body balance and coordination had all reached a terrifying level.

Finally, Emlyn came to the bar and knocked on the wooden board:

"Where's Ian?"

The bartender glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to wipe the glass with his head down.

"..." Emlyn stood there in a daze, thinking that he must have done something wrong and that was why he didn't get the expected answer. This made him a little angry and embarrassed, and he wanted to reach out and pull the bartender out.

However, he thought this was ungentlemanly, so he forced himself to suppress his emotions. He looked around and found that everyone was drinking.

After thinking for a while, Emlyn said tentatively:

"A glass of Olmire red wine."

The bartender stopped wiping the glass, raised his head, looked at the handsome man with black hair and red eyes in front of him with strange eyes and said:

"No."

This is the world's top red wine, and the price is amazing!

Emlyn was not stupid. He realized from the other party's eyes that he had ordered the wrong wine. He recalled carefully and said:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

"Five pence." The bartender finally put down the glass and rag.

Emlyn took out a 1-sol note and said:

"No need for change."

"Thank you." The bartender pointed to the left and said, "Ian is in card room number 1."

Emlyn smiled immediately, feeling happy and proud that he had solved a real problem. He did not reach for the glass of Southwell beer, but turned around and walked towards Card Room No. 1.

Knock, knock, knock! He knocked on the door politely.

"Come in." A slightly immature voice came out.

Emlyn adjusted his collar, pushed the door open, and found that the scene inside was not what he expected.

He thought that since it was a card room, there must be a bunch of people sitting around a long table, playing Texas Hold'em and other games. However, there were seven or eight people, but there were no poker cards. In front of each participant was a piece of white paper, with something written on it in a mess. Apart from these, there were only pens and multi-sided dice on the table.

Emlyn instinctively turned his gaze towards the youngest person among them, a handsome boy with bright red eyes who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Ian?" Emlyn asked as if to confirm.

Ian nodded and smiled:

"Yes, sir, what can I do for you? Or do you want to join our game?"

"Game?" Emlyn asked instinctively.

Ian laughed and said:

"Yes, games. I don't like playing cards or billiards, but I have to find something to do every day here. I found inspiration from the biography of Emperor Roselle, which is to organize some people, sit together, and try adventures on paper.

“In this game, as long as you follow the rules, you can be anyone, a doctor, an adventurer who likes to eat vegetables, a private detective who always carries a wrench and a pipe, or an archaeologist who likes sudden ideas. Then go to an ancient castle together, find stories hidden in history, and fight all kinds of monsters.”

"Sounds interesting." Emlyn inexplicably felt that this kind of game was very suitable for him.

"Haha, do you want to join? We are involved in a conspiracy this time and will face a powerful ancient vampire. He seems to have a handsome face, but his skin is full of pus bubbles burned by boiling blood." Ian invited enthusiastically.

Thank you, Blood Clan! Emlyn smiled slightly and said directly:

"I have something I want to entrust you with."

"Okay... let's go to the next room." Ian stood up with his bowler hat and old satchel.

Next door was the billiard room, and no one was inside. The older boy closed the door with skillful movements and a sophisticated attitude. After checking around, he looked at Emlyn and said:

"Sir, I don't know you. Who introduced you?"

Emlyn raised his chin slightly and said with a smile:

"Sherlock Moriarty."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked around and raised his hand to pinch his nose.

"It turned out to be Detective Moriarty." Ian said with relief without disguising it. "Then I'm relieved. By the way, didn't he go to Dixie Bay for vacation? When did he come back?"

Emlyn lowered his right hand and said with an unchanged expression:

“He didn’t come back, and I went to look for him at his rented place.

"Honestly, normal vacations would have ended in mid- to late-January, and now it's April."

"Did something happen to him?" Ian asked worriedly.

Emlyn thought about the abilities and mystery displayed by Sherlock Moriarty, and shook his head.

"Maybe he was just involved in a complicated case."

Ian said nothing more and asked:

"What should I call you? What do you want?"

"Just call me Mr. White." Emlyn took out a piece of paper that looked like a wanted poster and said, "Help me find these five people."

Ian took it, looked through it carefully and said:

"20 pounds for a valid clue and 150 pounds for a confirmed location. Is that acceptable?"

"No problem." Emlyn thought the price was too cheap.

Compared to this, his offer at the Tarot Club seemed outrageous.

Ian folded the papers and finally asked:

"Mr. White, if I have any clues, where can I find you?"

"South of the bridge, Harvest Church." Emlyn had already thought of the answer.

Upon hearing this, Ian looked at him in surprise and said:

"Are you a believer of the 'Mother Earth'? This is rare in Backlund."

"No!" Emlyn shook his head firmly, "I'm just volunteering there."

Without waiting for Ian to speak, he asked first:

"Who did you inherit your red eyes from?"

When he saw Ian just now, he wanted to ask this question, because in ancient times, red eyes were the hallmark feature of vampires. However, during the Quaternary Period, humans and vampires had lived together for a long time and were both residents of the empire. As a result, they had extensive interactions and many offspring were born. The number of "mixed-race" children with bright red eyes gradually increased, and the red eyes were passed down from generation to generation, becoming one of the less common eye colors among humans.

To put it simply, every red-eyed human has a vampire ancestor.

Ian replied in a daze:

"My father... I don't know anything about the past because I am a street kid."

It seems that he is not one of those who still has connections with the vampires... Emlyn gave him a 20-pound advance with a slight disappointment, then turned and left the billiard room.

After he left, Ian did not return to the card room immediately. Instead, he closed the door again and spoke to the air:

"Detective Moriarty hasn't returned to Backlund yet. I'm a little worried about him."

A figure suddenly emerged from the void of the billiard room. She had a pale face and delicate features. She wore a small black bonnet and a matching Gothic-style court dress. It was none other than the "Ghost" Sharon.

"He's doing well." Sharon answered without any emotion, and her figure faded and disappeared.

"You always say this. Have you been communicating with Detective Moriarty?" Ian muttered to himself, picking up a newspaper in the corner of the billiard room.

On top was the Tussock Newspaper, and underneath it was the Sea Newspaper. The latter was originally used to report on the conditions of the various colonies of the Kingdom of Loen and what was happening at sea. However, due to current technological conditions, the sea news that reached Backlund was already seriously outdated and of little use to those in need, so sales were poor and it was getting worse and worse.

Later, at the suggestion of the new editor-in-chief, the style of the newspaper changed, with more rumors at sea and various strange deeds about pirates and adventurers, making it seem more like a collection of stories rather than news reports.

Surprisingly, this style was quite popular, especially those involving ghosts, spirits, sea monsters and treasures. They became the first choice for the few people who knew words to brag to the majority of illiterate people in bars. After all, although it looked fake, it was interesting enough.

Ian flipped through the newspapers casually, but didn't find anything worth paying attention to. He was only impressed by a report in the "Maritime News":

"It is said that on the night of March 25, the fleet of the 'Undead King' attacked a ship returning to Feysac from East Balam and stole all the goods and money. And the 'Slayer' Gilchies, as his title suggests, completed a bloody 'funeral'..."

These pirates are so arrogant... Ian shook his head, put down the newspaper, returned to the card room and continued his game.

Outside the bar, Emlyn boarded the carriage, leaned against the wall, and watched the street lights slowly move backwards.

He pinched his nose again and muttered to himself silently:

"A 'ghost'?

"Ian, the weapons dealer, does have great connections... Not bad!"

Emlyn then closed his eyes and had more expectations for his commission.

…………

The sunlight from outside the window shone in, dyeing the captain's room golden.

Edwina sat on the chair, holding a book, looking across and said:

"So, you also believe that the three great empires of Solomon, Tudor, and Trunsoest once coexisted?"

"This is exactly the necessary condition for the 'Four Emperors' War.'" Klein responded simply.

In his hand, he was holding the Book of Three Worlds, which came from a member of the School of Life and later fell into the hands of Vice Admiral Iceberg. In addition to describing the material world, the spiritual world, and the world of absolute rationality, it also contained some content on spells, many of which were profound. Klein's focus today was on studying this, hoping to find a better way to use the Scepter of Poseidon and the Worm of Time.

Klein actually discovered that the books collected by Vice Admiral Iceberg were all unsystematic ancient documents, which was inconsistent with the fact that she was backed by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. Therefore, he guessed that within the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, orthodox and systematic mystical knowledge was forbidden to be disclosed to people outside the church.

Just as Edwina was about to ask again, she suddenly noticed that the speed of the Golden Dream was gradually slowing down, so she looked out the window, glanced a few times, and said coldly:

“Bayam is here.”

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