As for Shard’s neighbor on the other side, that is, the neighbor at No. 7 Saint Teresa Square, unfortunately he was not at home when Shard was about to visit.
Shade saw from the information left by Mr. and Mrs. Smith, the neighbors of No. 5, and Detective Sparrow that the resident of No. 7 was a researcher at the Steam Machinery Equipment Research Institute of the Kingdom Army, and the house was inherited from a relative.
But since he was often away on business, the old gentleman would only come back to stay for a while every winter. And since he was not at home, Xia De didn't need to ask for advice.
"The neighbors on both sides are retired senior civil servants from the kingdom, and Detective Sparrow, a researcher who studies steam mechanical weapons, is really good at finding a place to live."
Although Sparrow Hamilton has been laid to rest in a foreign land, his story still affects Shad.
On Tuesday, the overhaul and maintenance work at No. 6 St. Teresa Square officially began. Because the first and third floors were to be renovated, it was difficult for Shade to read at home with people coming and going.
So he went out early in the morning, naturally taking the cat with him. Shade was worried about leaving it at home.
There are a lot of things to do today, the first stop is to visit Luvia at the Prophet's Association.
Luvia was recently investigating the out-of-control darkness outside the city, and was probably very busy, so when she saw her, the purple-eyed girl looked sleepy.
"Good morning, Shade, I heard that your home is being renovated? Yesterday, the news that a convoy transporting furniture almost blocked the east exit of Saint Teresa Square has spread throughout the association. The receptionist ladies on the first floor are all guessing.
Forget it, it’s not a big deal. Is there anything going on today? If you want to ask about Darkness, I haven’t heard about it yet. The angel-level relic that is out of control outside the city, I only found the specific name is [Dark Domain].
But there are already ideas for further investigation.”
"No, no, I want to ask you about a male prophet who lived in the Fifth Age."
Shade explained.
"The fifth era? Is it your time key?"
Luvia asked as she shook the spoon in her tea cup.
"Yes, although I am not sure whether the other party is from the Prophet Association, I can only try my luck. Male, probably lived around 1784 of the Fifth Era."
Luvia smiled:
"Look, your time adventure is indeed in trouble again. Shade, keep talking, this information is not enough."
"His hometown is in the Eastern Continent of the Fifth Age material world. His name is Sledge Riddle, and the god he believes in [Mr. Huan] seems to be an ancient god as well."
"oh?"
The smile on Luvia's face disappeared and turned into a look of surprise. Seeing her look like this, Shade knew that Luvia knew this name.
Stroking little Mia on the table who was starting to feel sleepy after breakfast, Shade asked with a smile:
"You know? That would be great. I thought I would have to look for it for a long time. Is this a former member of the Prophet's Association?"
"Yes, of course he is a member of the Prophet's Association. Isn't it obvious? Shade, look, what is this?"
She pointed to her chest, and Shade looked at it seriously. No one spoke for a while, until Luvia suddenly blushed and asked:
"What are you looking at?"
"Yeah, that's where you pointed."
"I'm showing you this!"
She patted the Ouroboros brooch on her chest, which only the staff of the Prophet Association were qualified to wear.
"Xia De, what is the pattern of the [Foundation·Destiny] oil painting on the first floor? What is the pattern of this brooch? Who is Mr. Huan?"
Shade suddenly realized:
"The pattern of [Origin·Destiny] is ouroboros, the symbol of the Prophet's Association is ouroboros, and Mr. Huan is ouroboros! The fortune tellers of the Prophet's Association are followers of the ancient god of destiny - Ouroboros?"
"No, no, only a small number of ring magicians in the association believe in that ancient god. The association is not a church, although we require that every president must be a believer of that gentleman."
Luvia corrected, but did not dwell on this topic further:
"Continue to talk about the Mr. Riddle you met. This man is not only a member of the association, but also has some connections with you."
Luvia said cautiously.
"And me?"
"Xia De, I mentioned him to you before, but I didn't name him at that time. The secrets of this fifth-era diviner are strictly kept by the association. He has experienced many things and directly affected
The development of the Sixth Age Prophet Association."
"You mentioned him before? He influenced the development of the Sixth Age Association? Sorry, who was it?"
Shade was a little curious. He didn't remember Luvia mentioning the male diviner of the Fifth Age to him.
"That conversation happened at your house, and I told you about the [Wanxiang Impermanence Card]."
Luvia prompted, seeing Shade frowning and thinking, she gave the answer:
"Sledge Riddle, an ancient prophet who lived in the early Fifth Age. The Association accidentally obtained an Impermanent Card hundreds of years ago. When looking for relevant records, in the deepest part of the file library, Mr. Riddle left
Among the information, another card was discovered, as well as the description and playing rules of the [All Things Impermanence Card]. The association therefore knew the secret of the All Things Impermanence. Based on these information, Mr. Rhodes, the president of the association at the time, transformed and developed the present
The Rhodes card system."
Shade took a breath:
"So, without Mr. Riddle, there would be no Rhodes today?"
"It can be said like this."
Luvia nodded while holding the tea cup. She was used to drinking an extra cup of morning tea after breakfast:
"Although Mr. Riddle is just an ordinary person, the manuscripts and materials he left behind before [Everything Is Impermanent] have already played a big role in the association. This gentleman has experienced countless things in his life, but he has successfully escaped."
.As an ordinary person, he studied demons, angels, evil spirits and relics. Although this inevitably caused him to become insane in his later years and ended his life by committing suicide, his research results in philosophy and occultism influenced
Countless people from the association.”
Luvia said to Shade with emotion:
"Although the association has changed many times and some information has been lost, if it is Mr. Riddle who lived around 1784 in the Fifth Era, then it can only be him. After all, there are not many outstanding men in the Fifth Era. I really envy you.
Ah, Shade, such an outstanding prophet, it would definitely be of great benefit to me if I could meet him."
"So, I can only know his information from the Prophet Association?"
"Of course, outside the association, this gentleman was just an unknown man of his time."
Luvia said for sure.
"So Luvia, can you help me retrieve the information? I need at least eight paragraphs of information about the dangers this gentleman has experienced or the great achievements he has achieved."
Luvia showed a somewhat embarrassed expression:
"Xia De, that gentleman's information is classified as top secret. With my authority, I will try to apply to the headquarters for access, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to give you an immediate reply. It may take a week, or even half a month."
"It doesn't matter, I can wait, as long as there is direction."
Shade didn't care about this. This time the investigation was at least smoother than the previous two.
He did not forget to add:
"If there is really nothing I can do, I will think of other ways. In short, you don't have to be too embarrassed."
"If I can help you, it won't be a problem at all."
She said softly, and then saw the expression on Shade's face with satisfaction:
"Contacting scholars from the Fifth Age is a precious opportunity. Before you travel through time next time, you can think of asking that knowledgeable gentleman some questions. Perhaps, some of the answers you have been seeking can be solved by
Simply ask and get.”
"I see."
Before the two parted ways, probably due to the influence of flesh and blood, Shade once again thought of the passionate kiss under the moonlight last night. However, neither Shade nor Luvia took the initiative to talk about what happened under the moonlight.
This is a kind of tacit understanding, a tacit understanding of hazy feelings. Shade understands his thoughts very well, especially after witnessing [Desire] underground in Aurora Manor, he knows more clearly what he wants; and last night was like running away
Luvia, who also left, also knew exactly what she wanted.
They will keep going, this will not change, so this is enough, there is no need for more doubts and confirmations.
"Luvia, I'm going to Coldwater Port soon to buy some materials and try a ritual to enhance time perception. If there is any new information about Mr. Riddle's information, remember to tell me as soon as possible. Oh, you look exhausted.
Don’t forget to take a break.”
Standing up, Shade was ready to leave.
"Compared to what you did in Coldwater Harbor for two weeks, I'm not tired."
She stood up and prepared to see Shade off.
"Oh, by the way, Luvia, what's your middle name?"
Shade, who was about to leave, suddenly asked.
"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"
The girl with purple eyes lifted her hair from her ears, and her short shawl hair swayed slightly as she stood up.
"It just occurred to me that during exam week, I learned that your middle name is the letter F, but what is it specifically?"
The full name will only be mentioned in very serious situations and serious conversations, while asking for the middle name is a relatively private behavior in this era. Luvia's face turned red and she blinked:
"Fiocchi."
She spoke in standard Delarian Common and in an operatic tone:
"Luvia·Future·Anita"
Shade nodded:
"I remember it, the name is very good."
"Thanks."
Standing on tiptoes, she kissed the side of Shade's face. The girl with purple eyes clasped her hands behind her back, smiled and took a few steps back to stand in front of the window in the morning light:
"Go about your business, and don't forget your cat. If you leave it behind, I will kidnap it."
"This is not my cat yet."
Shade emphasized again, waving to Mia, and the orange cat quickly jumped from the table to his palm, and then moved along his arm to his shoulder.