On Wednesday morning, Hugh Dilcha and Fors Wall, who walked out of Viscount Graylint's house, walked silently along the street for a short distance, and then the petite girl wearing the uniform of a trainee knight took the lead in speaking out:

"Let's go sit in the cafe over there for a while first?"

Forsi stroked his long hair, nodded in agreement:

"I think I need a hot drink to sort out the doubts and various conspiracy hypotheses swirling in my head... How could Miss Audrey suddenly publish that, that... you know what I'm going to say."

"It's nothing more than an exchange of interests and a power struggle between some big shots. We don't need to think about those complicated things. It's enough to do our job well and get the commission for taking the risk."

Fors knew that Xio had just purchased the "Sheriff" formula and was working hard to save money for potion materials. Although the reward of at least 200 pounds promised by Miss Audrey was divided equally among each of them, there was also a full 100 pounds.

Pounds, but the total price of the two main ingredients of the Sequence 8 potion is still far behind.

"That's great." She stepped into the street cafe and sighed in a nonchalant way.

She was envious that Xio at least had the opportunity to spend the money. Unlike herself, she had never seen anyone selling the follow-up formula of "The Apprentice", let alone considering the main ingredients of the potion.

"There will always be opportunities in the future." Coming to a quiet and deserted corner, Xio sat upright in his seat and looked at the price list of the menu, "I know you have saved all the income from the royalties."

"I hope so."

Forsi, who was about to slump lazily on the sofa chair, suddenly realized that this was not his home. He quickly straightened up again, barely maintaining his image, and waved to the waiter in the cafe to come over and take his order.

By the time their respective cups of coffee were delivered to the table, Xio had already gone out and purchased a copy of "Backlund Daily", and skillfully turned to the pages with a suitable font size, and cut out words that could be put together into sentences.

Start gluing them to the cardboard.

"We have important matters and hope to meet and discuss..." Forsi leaned close to his head and read out the contents of the hard card word for word, and then tapped the recipient's name on the tawny envelope twice with his fingertips.

, "That's it? Are you sure you don't need to describe anything more? Will Mr. A agree to such an abrupt request to meet?"

Xiu looked at his friend without leaving any trace:

"Have you forgotten the gossip I mentioned to you before? It is said that a female extraordinary used her body to obtain potion materials from Mr. A... Do you think he has a reason not to agree to meet with us?"

Forsi showed a disgusted expression, picked up the coffee and drank it to calm down his shock, and then his face wrinkled in pain:

"I finally forgot about this perverted thing, and I couldn't help but get goosebumps when you said it... Before I go to old Kelly to deliver the letter later, I can apply to buy a few donuts from the store next door.

Do you want to eat?”

"You obviously just said yesterday that you wanted to give up snacks." Xio put the cardboard card with the message spelled out into the envelope, lowered his head and started to use glue on the envelope opening, letting the steam rise slowly from the coffee cup placed next to him.

Take a quick look.

The old Kelly mentioned by Fors before is a slightly neurotic old man over fifty years old. His most notable features are the sparse hair on top of his head and reddish rosacea, as well as his eccentric and bad personality.

, and runs a flower shop on the street adjacent to the West End and Hillston District. But in addition to this dispensable information, he also seems to be responsible for the secret gathering organized by Mr. A. Hugh and Buddha

Ersi has already dealt with the other party several times, so it is basically certain that this letter will eventually be delivered to Mr. A.

Considering the fat on her waist that was getting worse and worse, Forsi made a painful decision and canceled her plan to buy donuts.

After gluing the letter requesting a meeting in her hand, Xio finally put away the sundries, picked up the cup and took a sip of bitter coffee with a moderate temperature:

"Let's go over after we finish drinking this. But speaking of which, I thought you would find an opportunity today to ask Miss Audrey... about the person you are looking for."

"Ask about the person I'm looking for..." After hearing this, Forsi, who was adding sugar and milk to his coffee, suddenly realized what Xio was referring to, and his lazy expression showed helplessness, "That beautiful and beautiful person The generous lady is our sponsor, sponsor! How can any subordinate who is paid to do things turn to the boss for help? "

"However, if the person you are looking for happens to be in Backlund and happens to be in the aristocratic circle, Miss Audrey has many more contacts than the two of us, and she might be able to provide some useful information. "Xiu analyzed it carefully.

Forsi shook his head without hope, lowered his voice and sighed:

"The possibility you mentioned is too small, not to mention that person... No, I'm not even sure whether the name I heard in Full Moon's murmur is a certain 'person'. After all, it is too common. Common, it may be used as a code name, or it may refer to a special occult item or place... It doesn’t even have a last name. Unless a miracle happens, I don’t think I can find the real target corresponding to the name mentioned in the ramble.”

"Anyway, I think it's a personal name first." Xio, who had heard that name from her friends, nodded and comforted her, "Anyway, this is a breakthrough. I will try my best to help you find out about 'her'."

"Of course I know this is an opportunity to find out the truth about the nonsense... Sigh, but I can't just reveal the existence of extraordinary people to people in my writing circle and doctor's social circle, and it's not like the last time I helped Miss Audrey to inquire about her psychology. Like I did at the Alchemy Society, I just made up a story about a friend of mine. I don’t even know how to ask... Hello everyone, have you ever heard of 'Alice' related to the full moon? I think so. After that, you will definitely be joked about whether you are imagining the inspiration for a new book." After taking a few sips of coffee, Forsi managed to cheer up.

Xio flipped through the tattered pages of the newspaper and suggested seriously:

"Would you like to practice your storytelling skills? This should also help improve your writing skills."

Fors made a prompt decision and raised the white napkin on the table, pretending that it was the flag of the Republic of Intis:

"I think what Emperor Russell said is very reasonable - when you try to make up a lie to deceive others, you must make up more lies in the future to make up for the first lie you told."

While flipping through the newspaper, Xio's movements paused.

"Would you like to consider hiring professionals to do this job?"

As the girl in the trainee knight uniform spoke, she turned the direction of the newspaper and pointed to the advertising section.

"Private detective..." After just glancing at the words in the newspaper, Fors couldn't help but frowned, "When we were investigating Qilinges before, I remember that we asked Mr. Essinger for his consulting fee. It's a pound for half an hour..."

She is still particularly impressed by the great detective's precise and clear deduction method.

"The situation is different. At that time, we got enough information from Miss Audrey, and we only wanted to delineate the target's activity range and residence before going to a well-known detective who is good at reasoning. But now, besides the name, you also know

Any other information?”

"So, it's better to ask detectives to collect information and compile a list of all the people with that name..." Forsi's tone gradually faded away from laziness, but suddenly fell back to a low tone at the end, "But the problem is, even if you get the list,

, I don’t know how to eliminate incorrect candidates and accurately find the Alice mentioned in the ramble.”

This... seems to be indeed a problem.

Xio thought for a long time with a serious face, but couldn't come up with any particularly good solution. He had to drink his cup of coffee silently, took out the change from his pocket and put it on the table:

"Let's contact Mr. A first."

About half an hour later, Xio and Forsi, who walked to the flower shop on the street, handed over the letter and received the assurance from the old man Kelly:

"At noon, you will receive a reply at noon!"

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you." Xio pulled down the brim of his hat to block the spittle that was about to spray onto his face. He was about to pull Forsi to say goodbye politely, but saw him pick up the gardening kettle and knock on the window frame.

There was obviously some unusual excitement.

"Wait a minute, don't leave in a hurry. Are you interested in taking on some work?"

"What is the specific content?" Xio asked cautiously before her friend could speak.

"Looking for someone. The top is looking for someone." Old Kelly said, bending down and groping for a long time at the bottom of the flower shop counter, and mysteriously handed over a sketch drawn on white paper, "If

When you see the person in the portrait, report it over and the superiors will issue a reward after verification."

Looking at the face on the white paper that had an abstract artistic style but was extremely charming, Forsi was just about to take the "wanted portrait" from the flower shop owner's hand, when his expression changed and he slapped it away fiercely.

Her outstretched hand:

"You can't take the portrait away, you can only remember the characteristics here, and you can talk about other things when you meet the person!"

...Does this minimalist face really have any characteristics? Forsi couldn't help but be confused.

Xiu carefully looked at the sketch several times, and after confirming that he had memorized the facial features, he asked a key question:

"Does the reward refer to money? How many pounds can we get if we provide relevant information?"

"The superiors will decide! But it is said that if we directly find the person in the portrait, we can at least get this number." Old Kelly stretched out the palm of his right hand and spread all the fingers to indicate.

Xiu was so excited that his tone of voice improved a lot:

"500 pounds?"

The half-bald old man with rosacea smiled nervously, put away the sketch leisurely, and waved his hand as if to chase people away:

"Go, go, if you don't want to buy flowers, don't block here and affect my business."

After walking out of the flower shop, the two ladies discussed briefly and saw that the time was approaching eleven o'clock in the morning, so they unanimously decided to find a nearby restaurant for lunch.

While waiting for today's recommended set meal to be served, they naturally chatted about the sketch in the flower shop owner's hand.

"It's so mysterious. How can anyone refuse to hand over a portrait when they are looking for someone? If you ask me, old Kelly must have realized how unreliable the abstract portrait they used to find someone is."

Xio shook his head slightly and took out the pen and paper he had bought when passing the street bookstall:

"I think it's more like, Mr. A doesn't want the news that his men are looking for someone to be known to too many people... But what is the reason? Don't want to encounter obstacles from competitors? Worry about alerting the target? No, no, just

A vague portrait is provided, and the key names, ages and main characteristics are missing... Mr. A’s missing person information is missing many important parts, which is very abnormal.”

And perhaps because of her strange sense as an "arbiter", she intuitively connected with a major event that happened in the East District recently - the tragic fire that happened late at night a few days ago!

After the fire, every gangster in the East District seemed to have been severely stimulated. In the past, conflicts that could only be regarded as minor frictions could escalate into gunfights, which really gave Xio a headache.

Unaware of his friend's worries, Forsi pushed his long hair back, propped up his chin and looked out the window at the cloudy street scene with no sunlight:

"At least they seem to know what the person they are looking for looks like, instead of being like some weak, helpless and pitiful writer with a common and overused name and no clue..."

Xio bit her pen and tried to get rid of distracting thoughts. While trying to restore the portrait she had memorized, she encouraged her friend:

"Forsi, this is 500 pounds, 500 pounds! Don't you want to try it?"

Taking a peek at the portrait on the seat next to him that looked similar to a child's graffiti, Forsi couldn't help but want to sigh.

"Forget it, I still-"

Before she finished speaking, her eyes were suddenly drawn away by a figure walking by the window, and she unconsciously stopped the polite refusal she was about to say.

That was a somewhat... strange person. Forsi tried hard to find such a description in his mind.

The man had rare long silver hair, nearly waist-length, with a smooth and lustrous texture that was like silk fabrics displayed in high-end stores, swaying slightly as he walked.

Since she only saw the back, she noticed that the man was wearing a rather retro robe, and the material seemed to be very ordinary linen fabric, which looked low-key and simple.

She watched as the man passed by a young man in a white shirt and black vest, and soon walked out of the set area restricted by the window frame of the restaurant and disappeared from sight.

Xio, who was still trying to save his painting skills, didn't notice his friend's distraction. However, when the two recommended packages were delivered to him, he put away the pen and paper with a little regret and muttered in a low voice:

"It's okay. Anyway, I have remembered the general feeling. I will definitely be able to remember it as soon as I see the real person... Well, probably..."

At the street corner far away from where the two ladies were having a pleasant meal, the man in long silver robe silently walked in the opposite direction through the fresh blood flowing in Backlund, walking away from the faces with different expressions, until he was surrounded by a splash of water.

Stop in front of a puddle as bright as a mirror.

Silently watching the invisible spiritual butterfly gently flapping its red wings on the water, the beautiful silver-haired young man seemed to be waiting for an opportunity to come, and patiently waited for the moment when the spiritual butterfly flew into the water.

Then he also stepped into another world on the other side of the mirror.

Time passes by every second.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Ourolius returned to the starting point of the trip with his long wet hair.
Chapter completed!