Shade actually kept a diary, but he did not write a real diary. Instead, after inheriting the diary of the previous detective, he wrote "There is no client today, and the deposit is reduced" or "Little Mia eats" five or six days a week.
If you get too much, consider asking Miss God for money" and other useless sentences.
Professor Drake is different from Shade. He has a good habit of recording his life every day. His diary is quite well preserved, and all the records before and after the adventure more than ten years ago are also there. Although on the surface, those
The content in the diary was very normal, but Shade discovered that a few days before the professor set out for the "Lake of the Cherubim", he complained in the diary that his eyes were red and swollen, and that he would have double images when seeing things.
Maybe this is just a minor problem in the eyes of ordinary people, but for a ring warlock like Shade, when investigating an abnormal event and the person involved in the event has an eye problem, there is a high probability that this person will have problems all over his body.
As for the letters, before Professor Drake went to the Lake of the Cherubim, he had intensively communicated with friends and academic colleagues from other places to discuss issues. The letters themselves were just things like publishing papers, inviting visiting students, and asking if there were any students.
It was a small thing like a recommendation, but it made Shade guess that if Professor Drake had encountered strange things before going to the "Lake of the Cherubim", maybe he had written to other history and folklore professors
ask.
Therefore, Shade can search for Professor Drake's old friends to ask whether Professor Drake asked any unusual questions more than ten years ago. The reason why he came up with this idea was because he put the pile of yellowed
In the old letters, a familiar name was found:
"Professor Tiris Manning of Tobesk?"
He handed the old letter to Professor Drake at the desk. In the letter, the two were discussing the issue of cat worship, and believed that the worship of cats was related to the primitive moon worship, and therefore believed that the Mount Karas area
There is still an extremely ancient tradition of worshiping the moon, and we agreed to go and see it together some time.
"Oh, Professor Manning, we haven't contacted each other for many years."
Professor Drake looked through past letters with a nostalgic expression:
"Why, Mr. Watson, do you know him?"
"As you know, I am from Delarian. When I was in Tobesk City, I once visited Professor Manning because I was discussing the connection between cats and dreams."
Shade said with a strange expression, thinking of the [Happy Dream Pen] incident in his mind, and then thought that Professor Manning really had a wide range of friends, and had amazing connections in the academic circles of history and folklore. Maybe Shade met in different cities.
Normal or eccentric folklorists can all be more or less connected with Professor Manning.
"Professor Manning seems to be three or four years younger than me. How is he now?"
Professor Drake asked.
"The professor is in very good health."
After Professor Manning encountered the "Happy Dream Pen" out of control incident, his body quickly recovered, which is something that even a lustful young man cannot do.
"I still have some friendship with Professor Manning. I will write to Professor Manning. He may have clues."
Shade said, Professor Drake nodded, holding the letter as if recalling the past.
"Diary" and "letter" are the more obvious clues, but the third clue is a bit vague.
It was the professor's old book "Folklore Development Theory", which should be an old textbook. When Xia De touched this book, "she" reminded Xia De that there were extremely thin traces of elements on this book, almost as much as
Not at all.
After Shade opened the book, he found a line of strange characters written diagonally on the side of the illustration on the last page of the book. Those characters were like a string of tadpoles, obviously not contemporary writing. Shade relied on his own
He is proficient in writing and tilted his head to translate the meaning of that line of text:
【Knowledge is power.】
"Professor, what kind of text is this?"
Shade handed the book to Professor Drake, who was looking at a stack of old manuscript papers at the table. The professor struggled to reach out and took it, but after taking a look, he shook his head:
"I haven't seen such writing either."
"Didn't you write this?"
The professor hesitated:
"At least I don't remember it."
Shade then took the book away temporarily as the third clue. Maybe this was another interference item that was completely irrelevant to his investigation goal like the "Swamp Witch". But these were the only clues in his hand, no details.
Can't let it go.
Shade spent the entire afternoon of Thursday at Professor Drake's house. By the time he was sorting out the information, the sunset had already appeared in the western sky. Seeing that the professor looked tired, Shade said goodbye and left, promising
I will sort out the information in my hands as soon as possible, and will contact the professor immediately if there are new clues.
After a quick meal in the city, Schade did not return to the White Valley Vineyard, but went to Mr. Bernhardt's manor in the east of the city.
The Bernhardt family is one of the oldest families in the local area. The vineyards, farmland and land occupied by the family cover an area that outsiders cannot imagine. Although he only holds the title of Viscount, Mr. Armand Bernhardt's quality of life is extremely high.
Due to his superiority and high level as a ring warlock, he is almost one of the best leaders of the clan among the local vampires.
Unlike the dark and scary castles where vampires live in horror stories, Mr. Bernhardt's manor is bright and grand. It is even said that when it was completed more than 300 years ago, the city's priest was invited to bless it.
Because this was not his first visit to Bernhardt Manor, when Shade rode his horse to the door of the manor in the night and rang the bell, the servant who came to open the door recognized him almost immediately.
When Shade saw Mr. Bernhardt, the latter was looking through a roll of parchment in the study with a sad face. When Shade came in, he asked:
"Xia De, how is your ancient writing skills?"
"Which era of writing?"
Even though he could understand any words, Shade still asked, not only to hide the secret, but also to show humility.
"Writing written around 2500 in the Fifth Age, but I'm not sure where it originated."
He handed the parchment in his hand to Shade, and then ordered the servant to bring tea:
"I have systematically studied ancient writing, but I'm not good at it... I'm not born stupid, I'm just not good at it."
The middle-aged vampire sighed, and Shade glanced at the content on the parchment:
"Oh, this, I learned it in the elective course at St. Byrons. What it says is..."
He roughly scanned the words. Although the words containing strange knowledge would affect the spirit, at least the words on this parchment could not affect Shade:
"It's really weird. The 'emotions' here are regarded as symbiotic parasites that live in the soul, and the story of the interaction between the parasite's 'emotions' and people is described. But the content here should not be complete. It is neither the beginning nor the end."
"Yes Yes."
Mr. Bernhard seemed very happy and stood up from his desk:
"The educational level of St. Byrons is indeed very good. It is indeed one of the three major thaumaturgy academies famous in the material world. This is an excerpt from "The Book of Seven Emotions", including the parts of 'anger' and 'jealousy'. My friend put it
It was lent to me, but neither of us understood the writing."
"Please give me paper and pen, and I will help translate. Mr. Bernhardt, you are really lucky. I bet that other local correspondence magicians may not be able to recognize these words."
Shade said, the parchment in his hand contained only more than 200 characters in total.
"That's great, Shade. I didn't expect your cultural level to be so high."
Herr Bernhardt complimented him, saying that he was not polite to Schad.
After the servant brought the black tea and snacks, Shade had almost finished translating the short text. The two went to the sofa to talk about things. Shade picked up the black tea and let the heat hit his cheeks, while Mr. Bernhardt made a joke.
:
"Princess Margaret visited Tobesk, but the latest big news is that news about Tobesk comes every day. I heard some rumors about Lakeview Manor the night before yesterday. I hope I remembered the place name correctly, Lakeview
The grand banquet at the manor, Shade, have you become familiar with Princess Margaret?"
"This news has reached Kasenlik?"
Xia De, who was holding the teacup, said in surprise.
"This kind of interesting news always spreads very fast. Ordinary people may not have heard of it, but I have a special way. Detective, there are only a few ways for people to entertain themselves. Among them, talking about rumors and news about the royal family, even if it is
Ring wizards also love it."
After speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Shade:
"Have you tried to persuade Princess Margaret to sell you the royal family's White River Valley vineyard?"
Shade did have this plan. After all, he only knew this one member of the Anjou royal family:
"Princess Margaret and I are not that familiar yet. However, the princess invited me to participate in the reading salon next week. I think I should express myself properly. The White River Valley Vineyard is really important to me."
He does not shy away from his thoughts, and Mr. Bernhardt understands this:
"Her Highness Margaret Anjou was a difficult girl to deal with when she was in Willendale. Before that, I heard that she hated dealing with men, and there were some not-so-good rumors about this."
This is because Her Royal Highness the Princess still wants to become Miss Sylvia's apprentice.
"Although His Highness is good at socializing, he is not someone who is easy to please. Shade, to what extent is your relationship with His Highness now?"
Mr. Bernhardt asked with great interest. Just as he said, in an era when there were few entertainment methods, talking about royal family news was a rare national entertainment activity:
"Last week I was asked to help transport those smuggled... ahem, those tobaccos, because we are distant relatives, otherwise how could His Highness be so polite to me."
Shade thought for a while:
"Our relationship...we played a guessing game and she gave me the handkerchief."
The vampire showed an expression of awe, but felt that it was not an exaggeration. He vaguely remembered that the young man in front of him had done something more exaggerated, but he felt that he could not remember what it was.