Shirin didn't know how long she had been in a coma. When she woke up, she felt that her whole body was cold and her limbs were weak, as if she had been soaked in water.

She opened her eyes and found that she was taken to a strange room. It was cold and damp, and the air was filled with a smell of dust and mold. An alchemy lamp ball with a cold light hung above her head. The light was dim and depressing.

Complete.

Then she discovered that she was not alone. There was a tall woman in the room, leaning against the door, with a casual elegance in her posture. She was wearing a black riding outfit and a dark red turban.

Most of the head.

Shireen opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

The woman did not look here. She held a bunch of bright red blood grapes in her right hand. She bit off one and chewed it carefully for a long time. Finally, she spit out the grape seeds into a handkerchief.

Only then did she realize that Shireen was awake. She smiled in this direction, and Shireen opened her mouth in vain in response. The woman shrugged, knocked on the door behind her with her knuckles, and then stepped aside.

After a while, Thomas Ende pushed open the door and walked in. He was wearing a faded old suit and work gloves. There was no expression on his face, and no emotion at the moment could be seen.

Shireen desperately sorted through her memory, trying to recall the few seconds before she fell into coma. Gods, she should have known, she should have known that this person was not easy to mess with! But who could have thought that things would develop to this point?

She just needs some money and just wants to stay in this city... No, you hopeless stupid woman, you never know when to give up.

Look what you've got yourself into!

Shireen opened her mouth to call for help, but nothing came out.

"What is she doing?" Thomas Ende frowned.

"Didn't I pick off her voice? I haven't put it back yet." The woman bit off another grape, "I think I should let you come over and take a look first."

"Well done." He nodded, then turned to Shireen, "Miss Marron, I hope you can forgive these minor inconveniences. I really need to talk to you, but you seem a little uncooperative."

Shireen gave him a pleading look, hoping it would arouse his sympathy. But she suspected that this trick would only work on humans, and Thomas End was probably not human despite his appearance.

"Well, your point of view is very convincing. Conversation requires all participants to make a sound. But before I return the sound to you, I need to make something clear. I understand.

, just nod your head twice.”

She nodded eagerly twice.

"Very good, I know you are a girl who knows the current affairs. So first of all, the first thing. Our supposedly very friendly conversation took place in the basement of my handicraft store. Although there are no customers upstairs, there are always people

Someone may come. So if you want to do something that makes the conversation difficult, like yelling, I can guarantee you that it will not turn out the way you want. And the conversation will end immediately. Do you understand?"

She swallowed.

"If you understand, just give me a nod, a few clicks."

Shireen did as she was told.

He looked very satisfied. "Good. You learn quickly, don't you? Then the second thing is. You are very smart and obviously know that you are wading into murky water. But you don't know how deep this water is.

Deep, right? Let's put it this way, now you are submerged in the water from the neck down. Not only that, there is a rope tied to your beautiful ankle, and at the other end of the rope is a large anchor.

Our next friendly conversation will determine whether these invisible waters will continue to rise and eventually overwhelm your head. So I suggest that when you speak later, think clearly before speaking. How about it?"

Shireen nodded. This time she didn't forget.

"How is it? I said she is very sensible." He smiled at the tall woman.

The woman shrugged, spit the grape seeds in her mouth into the handkerchief, then put away the handkerchief and snapped her fingers.

Shireen felt the air return to her body. She was suddenly curious about how she was breathing just now. But as soon as magic was involved, it would be difficult to explain it with the common sense she knew, so it was better not to think deeply about the comparison.

good.

All in all, she could make a sound again. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm really sorry. I didn't know you."

Thomas End raised a hand.

Shirin shut her mouth obediently.

"I'm glad to see that your pronunciation skills are fine, which undoubtedly makes the following friendly conversation possible. You are obviously very nervous, and the reason is what happened last night... I know what you saw, and I know what you thought

I saw something. But I assure you, things are far from as simple as you think."

Yes, she thought gloomily, obviously not.

"So you must be curious, why am I so interested in you? Since we have the ability to invite you here, why don't we just make a cute opening in your slender neck?"

"...Because you have other plans for me." She said softly.

"Exactly!" He started to pace enthusiastically, looking completely different from the mediocre middle-aged man in the morning. "Actually, we really just wanted to get you out permanently at the beginning. After all, you saw

My secret, and it was at the most embarrassing and inappropriate time. People like me who value privacy hate letting strangers know their secrets. But why did I change my mind? Why did I invite you?

How about customers in my store?"

Shireen looked at him at a loss, "Are you assuming that I know the answer?"

"I'm guiding you to think, Miss Marron. Your thinking ability is very important for your future tasks. This evening, you have already shown some exciting potential. At least Dead Leaf has a high opinion of you."

"Dead leaves?"

The tall woman raised the blood grape in her hand to greet her.

"But this is"

"Yes, this is an elf name. You must be wondering why there are still elves staying in Huoyin City after that incident. The reason is very simple. Kuye is a master of disguise, and she is very good at disguise.

.You have already seen her in a trench coat."

Shireen stared at the tall woman in front of her in stunned silence. She took off her headscarf, revealing her neat short hair and scarred pointed ears.

"Were you following me just now?" Shirin asked in surprise.

The female elf took half a step back and bowed gracefully, like a drama actor taking a final bow towards the audience.

"She is more playful and often treats testing as a game. But her sound control skills are very good. If you want to organize some interesting events, it is difficult to find a more reliable partner than her. By the way, you should know

What is a 'tuner'?"

Of course she knew. In fact, before the elves were expelled from the Fire Seal City, the tuner was one of the main causes of magical disasters. In the first few months after joining Avon Insurance Company, Shirin handled at least dozens of cases involving

Claims settlement business related to tuners.

Even by elven standards, the Tuners' ability to wreak havoc is still among the best. They produced piercing high notes that exceeded the limits of hearing, destroying almost all the glasswork in the Old City and Pig Iron District. City Watch and Witch Hunters were sent

Went to search for them, but were fooled by all kinds of fake sounds.

The chaos caused by the elves lasted until the summer solstice a year ago. On that day, the Duke issued Decree No. 19, expelling all non-human races from the Fire Seal City. After a brief suppression, Shireen returned to the city.

I haven't seen any elves in the city either.

There used to be an elf auditor sitting at the table next to her, but after that day, he disappeared. Clarks arranged for a new person to replace him, as if nothing happened.

"I know what a tuner is." Shireen replied.

"Great, this saves us a lot of explanation trouble. All in all, Dead Leaf thinks very highly of you, and she thinks I should give you a chance."

"give me a chance?"

"We want to recruit you." Gu Ye grinned.

"...I don't understand." Shirin said honestly.

"If you understand now, to be honest, I would be extremely troubled." Thomas End showed a compassionate look, "But the wisdom and courage you showed in dealing with the tracking are indeed worthy of praise. If Dead Leaf thinks you

If she is qualified for this job, then I will choose to trust her judgment. Oh, you seem surprised and a little scared?"

It's not a little bit of fear, it's a strong fear. Shireen doesn't want to have anything to do with these two people. One is a man who can resurrect from the dead, and the other is an elf tuner. They are like mixed alchemical gunpowder, which may be used at any time.

Her peaceful life was shattered.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ende, but you have obviously overestimated my value. I am just a desperate young woman. No matter what you are planning, you will never need someone like me." She said softly.

He suddenly suppressed his smile and returned to his original expressionless expression.

Shireen realized she had said the wrong thing.

"It's me who should apologize, Miss Marron. I have a bad habit of playing with rhetoric, and I can't get rid of it after so many years. The statement I just made must have given you some wrong impression, so please allow me to

To put it in a more straightforward way: Join the gang or join the fire, you choose one."

Shireen sighed desperately, "It seems I have no choice."

"Indeed. In fact, most of the time, 'having a choice' is just an illusion that deceives oneself and others. So, now that we have reached a consensus, should we talk about serious things? I have a very simple little idea here.

Task, and it can be said that it is tailor-made for you."

You call this consensus? "I just can't wait," she said.

"Great, great!" He rubbed his hands excitedly, "Then we have reached an agreement. You will go to work at Avon Insurance Company as usual tomorrow, and then you will receive specific instructions for the next step. In fact,

I don't like to ask others to guess riddles, but occasionally leaving a little suspense can help everyone find some fun in the boring work... In any case, you should show a charming smile now, Miss Marron. After all, you have become someone
Chapter completed!