In the warmly decorated room with a fireplace, Starling Summer picked up her silver-inlaid palace feather fan, nodded to herself at the end of the tenant's statement:

"Perhaps, before your friend became a doctor, he was a member of a wealthy family. He might even have a noble status and a huge fortune, so he... cares about living conditions so much.

So considerate, gentle, and behaved like a gentleman..."

Madam, it's really helpful for you to consider this direction... But why does your tone sound strangely yearning? Am I overthinking it? Klein couldn't help but murmur to himself while smiling in response.

"In this case, who is responsible for your daily chores? If you need domestic servants or maids, I may be able to introduce you to a few." Starling gently waved the palace fan in her hand, as if chatting.

Said casually.

Considering that it would be inconvenient for servants to come in and out to hide the secrets involving the extraordinary world in the home, not to mention that there was a witch in a special situation, Klein declined politely without hesitation:

"Watson has a dedicated servant who is responsible for handling these matters. However, she has gone out to do errands for Watson these days, and it will take a few days before she can come back."

That said, but the actual situation is that I am responsible for the housework, and the little Eve can only do cooking and washing dishes... Although when Alice is in a good mood, she will also think of cleaning the room.

, use those magical and convenient spells to quickly clean and organize, but from the time I met her to now, except for the two accidental attacks where the furniture was broken, she has used that magical automatic dust removal almost as many times as she can with one hand.

Count them...

Here, Klein was complaining silently, but Mrs. Summer looked moved, her beautiful eyes flashed brightly a few times, and she nodded softly:

"So that's it, I have an exclusive maid..."

She then asked some questions in a casual chat, such as where Dr. Watson worked, how much his weekly salary was, what his marital status was, etc., which made Klein, who was trying hard to make up answers, exhausted and felt as if he was participating in an event on behalf of someone.

An inappropriate blind date.

And when Mrs. Summer's curiosity was finally satisfied and her words turned to polite greetings, Klein knew that his and Watson's situation had been accepted in a reasonable manner and there would be no more unnecessary trouble.

Neighbor misunderstandings avoid misunderstandings or even misunderstandings and suspicions.

Before the hostess showed a bright smile on her face and signaled the maid to see off the guests, he took the initiative to stand up and leave, returning to the home next door.

After hanging his coat on the coat rack, he suppressed the burning anticipation in his heart and was about to go to the bedroom on the second floor to solve the promotion problem that had troubled him for a long time. However, he paused when the doorbell rang for the third time this morning.

pace.

"Who is it this time..." If two commissions come to my door every morning, I feel like I have missed out on so much business these days... Klein shook his head helplessly and in confusion, and re-buttoned the collar of his shirt.

, turned around and returned to the entrance.

Before opening the door, the "Joker's" premonition ability had already sketched out the appearance of the visitor in his mind, so he did not hide the confusion and surprise on his face after turning the doorknob:

"Leonard? How did you..."

"Hi, good morning, Sherlock." The young monk with blond hair, blue eyes and a white robe raised the newspaper in his hand with a bright smile and shook it twice, allowing Klein to see the title page of the newspaper "Backlund Post" clearly.

"I accidentally saw a familiar name in an advertisement, and my profession happened to be that of a private detective, so I was wondering if it could be you, so I came here with the intention of giving it a try."

So that's it... What a coincidence. I just saw a photo of you and a group of diplomatic envoys in the newspaper in May this year yesterday...

Ever since he discovered the clues about Lionel's identity, Klein has always wanted to find this sun believer and talk to him about the Intis mission. Unfortunately, he has been busy working for his life these two days.

Running around, the schedule was tight, and secondly, I was worried that the other party's position would be biased in favor of Ambassador Backlund, so I never implemented my idea.

But now that Lionel took the initiative to come to the door, he still had that reassuring open-minded and friendly attitude. Klein smiled naturally and greeted politely:

"Maybe I forgot to introduce it to you before, but my residence also serves as an office. If you have any questions, we can go in and talk."

As he spoke, he pointed in the direction of the living room behind him.

Lionel shook his head and stuffed the newspaper into the inner pocket of his robe:

"No, I won't go in because I'm here to say goodbye to you, Arthur, and Miss Claire."

"Farewell?" Klein was interrupted by his sudden statement and was a little stunned for a moment.

"Yes, you heard it right. Of course I also hope that I am just joking." Lionel raised the corner of his mouth again, and his smile infiltrated into a slightly helpless sigh, "But the fact is that I have encountered some troubles, maybe very serious.

I am about to face the trial of the Inquisition, and if I fail to win the case... I may have to leave Backlund, leave the Kingdom of Loen, and return to Intis."

"Inquisition...what did you do, how could you end up going to the Inquisition?" Klein couldn't help but asked in shock.

After all, he is also a former member of the church organization. He has some understanding of the nature of the religious inquisition. He knows that the issues that can be heard in this kind of tribunal are definitely not trivial matters, and most of them are related to elements such as blasphemy, breach of oath, and so on.

What's more, Lionel is obviously an official priest. Once these issues are involved, a devastating disaster awaits him... But wait, this is the Kingdom of Loen, the eternal blazing sun of Lionel's faith.

There is no orthodox or legal recognition at all...

"I didn't do anything... Although I really want to say this, unfortunately I can't." Sighing lightly, Lionel raised his smile again, "It will take a long time to explain the specific situation.

I don’t want to involve you anymore. Sorry, please help me say goodbye to Arthur, and Miss Claire... Oh, by the way, can you please give this to Miss Claire?

?”

Again?

Klein, who was thinking about when he was involved in trouble by the other party, heard this and raised his hand to take the badge that was handed to him by Lionel and strung on the pendant chain. He saw lines surrounding the sun, pure gold.

The exquisite holy emblem has a soft and warm touch after receiving it.

Even without the need for divination to confirm, Klein is sure that this pure gold holy emblem contains spiritual power. It is a very precious, amulet from the solar realm!

"This is the sun badge I promised to prepare for Miss Claire." Lionel smiled brightly, pointing to the holy badge worn on his chest and explained, "Wear it outside and let others see the symbol of the sun.

It has caused some unnecessary trouble. Please tell Miss Claire that she can choose to wear it close to her body. The blessing from the great blazing sun will protect her from filth and disease. If necessary, she can also use it to arrange a simple exorcism ritual. If

If you can add the complete name of Lieyang, the effect will be even better."

...Correction, maybe this is not an amulet at all, it even sounds like a status token distributed to believers and grassroots clergy.

Klein could barely keep his expression calm, and his tone fell into deep confusion:

"Isn't this too expensive? And as far as I know, her belief should not be the Eternal Sun..."

"Maybe one day it will be, at least that's what I sincerely look forward to."

Lionel didn't care, and took a half step back with a confident smile, as if he wanted to make a gesture of praising the sun. He raised his hands halfway but could only hold back, and changed into a posture to shake hands with him.

"Goodbye, Sherlock. It's a pleasure to meet you and Arthur. If you consider traveling to Intis in the future, St. Alva's Church in Trier is definitely worth a visit. I will be happy to introduce you to the history there.

and anecdotes.”

After enthusiastically shaking Detective Sherlock's right hand, the Sun Believer from the Republic of Intis turned and left. Wearing a long and slightly retro white robe, his back seemed to be keeping a distance from the surrounding passers-by.

Out of place, showing an unspeakable sense of loneliness for no reason.

Klein stared blankly for two seconds, then suddenly seemed to have made some decision. He stuffed the sun badge in his hand into the pocket containing the keys, raised his legs and chased after the figure.

"Wait a minute, Lionel, I want to confirm something with you."

He pretended not to see the depressed look on Lionel's face when he turned back, and continued talking to himself:

"Did something go wrong with the previous commission to find the thieves? I still remember you mentioned that you would use legal means to protect your rights and let the thieves be punished, and this should be one of the few intersections between us...

…If the involvement you are referring to is that commission, I think I may not be able to stay out of it as if I have never heard of it.”

This time it was Lionel's turn to be stunned:

"Sherlock, what do you mean..."

The reaction of the former client explained everything.

Without any further hesitation, Klein nodded decisively and extended his right hand to him:

"It's too early to say goodbye now. The Inquisition hasn't started yet, so it's far from time to give up, right? Why don't you tell me what difficulties you have encountered? I will treat it as an additional part of the commission and help you.

Think of a way."

As if he touched his pocket instinctively, Lionel moved his lips slightly and whispered:

"But... I can no longer afford to hire you."

Huh? You can't afford to hire a private detective, but you can just give away a pure gold sun badge? Klein was stunned for a second, then gritted his teeth cruelly and said firmly:

"No, my professional ethics does not allow the commission I took over to end in this form, so I will not charge additional commissions."

Looking at those blue eyes that suddenly brightened, Klein somehow remembered the other person's often uncomfortably warm and frank attitude, and his habit of holding other people's hands with both hands and shaking them vigorously. He seemed to think that this was the case.

By doing this, you can make friends who treat you with the same sincerity.

Perhaps he was infected with some simple and straightforward ideas, Klein went on to say very smoothly:

"Do friends need to worry so much about helping each other?"

Lionel seemed to get to know the detective in front of him again. He looked at him steadily for a few seconds, finally found his smile, nodded heavily, and held the hand that had been empty for a long time:

"……Thanks."

…………

On Tuesday night, the ball at Count Wolfe's house was held as usual. Couples of men and women in costumes danced to the classical and melodious melody, hiding all the undercurrents under the water into the rotating skirts and staggered dance shoes.

And whispers in my ears.

Audrey, who had come to inquire about Intis Ambassador Backlund's intelligence, held back her nausea and casually found an excuse to end the conversation with the target. She then walked a few steps forward with an elegant demeanor and began to think about who to send.

Be that friend who you say you "come to see her when you have something to do".

Inadvertently, a familiar face seemed to flash across the corner of her vision. Her heart suddenly felt like an electric shock, as if urging her to do something.

Lost the motivation to move forward on the original path.
To be continued...