The opened box mainly contained some clothes with good fabrics. There were a few books tucked inside the clothes. On the side were a small silver wine bottle, a pocket watch and a few black and white photos. The one in the photo was Jonathan.
Le Maire.
This is the first time Shade has seen photos of dead crew members.
The lawyer introduced:
"Mr. Le Maire hopes that if he dies of illness and leaves a body, then Mrs. Le Maire who receives the inheritance will arrange his funeral arrangements. If he dies in a shipwreck and leaves no body, then Mrs. Le Maire who receives her inheritance needs to
Purchase a local grave and bury the photos in it to make sure his soul will not be lost in the ocean."
This is the superstition of sailors. They believe that if there is no grave after death, then the soul will be trapped at the bottom of the sea together with the body forever.
"no problem."
Mrs. Le Maire's eyes were a little red, and Shade once again helped to check the relics. He just checked the clothes. To his surprise, Jonathan Le Maire actually had the habit of writing diaries every now and then. There were five diaries in them.
, each page is densely packed with records of trivial matters at sea.
"Jonathan Le Maire is actually quite well educated."
Shade whispered in surprise that the fonts in the diary were much better than his, and they were very organized, with few misspelled words.
"Uncle Lemaire used to study. Later, he offended the local sheriff and went to the seaside to make a living. He is a very good man and he even read us story books when we were young."
Mrs. Flamel explained with a slight sob.
"Yes, for this business, I exchanged several letters with the friend of Mr. Le Maire who kept the will. According to his description, Mr. Jonathan Le Maire is one of the rare and well-educated members of the crew.
Man. It is also because of this that he was able to accumulate so much property in Coldwater Port as a foreigner in just ten years. His friends speak highly of him."
While the lawyer was talking, Shade had already opened the diaries. The diaries describing the events of the past few months were buried at the bottom of the sea with Mr. Flamel. The latest diary that appeared here was from half a year ago.
While flipping through it, Shade discovered that in addition to Delarian, there were also words from Kasenric mixed in. There were even occasionally some more exotic languages and even ancient languages.
After translating the text written in the gap, the meaning is roughly:
Today is my third month as a Ringmancer. I decided to rent a small house in Coldwater Harbor and hide away my spellcasting materials and books.
Shade closed the diary with a snap, his expression did not change, but the hand holding the diary subconsciously tightened his strength.
Flamel was a ring sorcerer. He did not even reveal it to the warehouse dispatcher who was doing illegal business with him, and in the inheritance in front of him, he did not see any items related to the ring sorcerer.
The date of the diary I just saw is two years ago, that is, the autumn of 1851 in the universal calendar. If the diary is not a forgery and Mr. Flamel's safe house is still in the same place, then it means that a certain house in Coldwater Port City
Inside, there are the relics of the ownerless Ring Warlock.
Ring Warlocks must be organized, but the safe room where personal belongings are stored will most likely not be disclosed to others, that is to say
Shade had another reason to go to Coldwater Harbor.
"There is no problem with these."
After calming down and putting the diary back into the box, Shade nodded to Mrs. Flamel.
"All the inheritance that needs to be transferred is here. Please confirm again. If there is no problem, please sign this document to confirm that you have received everything in the list listed above."
The lawyer handed over another document and added:
"Of course, you can also press your fingerprints."
"I can write my own name."
The middle-aged woman said softly.
Shade helped read the documents that needed to be signed. While he was reading the lawyer, he explained the content that could easily cause misunderstandings. After confirming that there was no problem, Mrs. Le Maire took the pen and signed her name with the pen in an awkward posture to confirm the inheritance.
All have been received.
She probably doesn't write often, and her letters are even uglier than Shade's.
"The last part is the lawyer's fees, according to the method we have already discussed. Part of it will be paid directly to the Tobesk Lawyers Association by you, and the other part will be paid directly to me. It is 1 pound and 3 shillings for the convenience of tax avoidance."
Lawyer Laurel nodded sheepishly, and Mrs. Flamel took out some banknotes from the banknotes in front of her and handed them to him.
The lawyer looked at Shade again and saw that he was sitting there without moving. He knew that this middle-aged woman who suddenly gained a large amount of property must have promised a lot of rewards to make the detective do his duty so diligently. Although the curious detective
However, he still grabbed the coat on the back of the chair and said goodbye with a professional ethics:
"Mrs. Le Maire, you have my contact information. Detective, this is my business card. If you have any legal needs in the future, you can contact me directly. Don't go through the Bar Association. The commissions of those vampires are really too high.
Oh, this is not considered a private job."
When he said the second half of the sentence, he winked at Xia De, and Xia De nodded clearly, knowing that the local lawyer industry is not as free as the detective industry.
Afterwards, Shade also handed over his business card.
Lawyer Laurel took it, looked at it and then raised his head in surprise:
"I just said that the last time I read the newspaper, I thought the photo looked familiar, and it also had Hamilton's last name. It turns out you were in the newspaper."
He smiled and did not say the title of "Rejed's Hamilton":
"I see, Mrs. Flamel, you have found the right person. This Detective Hamilton is indeed very reliable."
After speaking to the somewhat confused middle-aged woman, she took the business card and put it into the breast pocket of her white shirt:
"Detective Hamilton of St. Teresa Square, I have accepted the business card. If I encounter a client in trouble in the future, I may ask you for help. After all, detectives and lawyers are very likely to cooperate."
Shake hands with Shade, and then politely say goodbye to Mrs. Flamel. Then he carries his briefcase, puts his coat on his arm, and leaves here quite elegantly. This look looks the same as the last time they met in the tavern.
Rhodes players are nothing like that.
Maybe people are addicted to Rhodes, but there are also many people who can reasonably control their own sex. In this noisy and crazy era, Rhodes, alcohol, cigarettes, and maybe more things are tempting people to deviate from normal behavior.
Life trajectory, but even ordinary people can rely on good self-discipline and habits to prevent themselves from being swallowed by darkness.
Probably this kind of person deserves a decent and prosperous life.