Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

The top-notch Ferneport Saint-dessi coffee drifts out a strong aroma, which intersects with the beautiful taste of Queen's black tea to form an intoxicating scent music. They are surrounded by elegant three-layer brackets, setting off delicious and exquisite desserts.

This is Audrey's afternoon tea.

Her noble friends in the mysticology came as an appointment, sat around, laughing and laughing.

After Audrey's quiet guidance, Jane, Murray and others developed a strong interest in the "Black Emperor" that appeared last night, and they turned their attention to Cons Learson, a nobleman who joined the MI9th Division.

"Does that 'black emperor' have extraordinary abilities?" Christine, who looked sweet, asked curiously.

Their fathers were at least viscounts, which gave them enough status and channels to understand the existence of extraordinary powers and potions, but like Audrey, they were unwilling to join the night watch, the punishment, the mechanical heart and the 9th Department of Military Intelligence, and were unwilling to waste a lot of time on official duties.

In addition, the families they belong to cannot be traced back to a thousand years ago. Even the ancient nobles who had just been established in the Quaternary Ruon Kingdom, were not completely loyal to the royal family or became a military leader, and they had never received the gift of the formula. Even if there were extraordinary materials, they might not be able to recognize them. If they recognized them, they would not know how to use them.

This limits the possibility that Murray, Christine and others will become extraordinary people, making them only yearn for, but it is difficult for them to take that critical step.

As for whether their elders have collected potions recipes and trained several extraordinary people of the family in private, that is not something they can understand. After all, this is not allowed. If the king really wants to seize the handle, he can completely deprive the title of the title on this ground.

Of course, at this moment, there were already two betrayers in the living room, namely Audrey, who had been promoted to the "Mind Reader", and Viscount Glylint, who had collected an extraordinary piece of material, would not take long to become a "pharmacist".

The tall and thin young gentleman Cons took a sip of coffee and said:

“I don’t give a positive answer, I just tell you some facts:

"In addition to the traces of gas explosions in the restaurant where the battle also detected toxins, substitutes, roars, bullets condensed by sacred power and other elements. By the way, that 'black emperor', no, that thief is in a ghost state."

It was not like the one who killed Lieutenant General Zilingus, nor did it like the one who solved the problem of Ranrus in the sewer... The one who stole the "Black Emperor" card and created the Kaping case was the third relative of Mr. Fool. Beckland alone, he had at least three relatives... How many relatives will he have in total? Audrey felt a move in her heart and asked deliberately ignorantly:

"There is a fierce extraordinary battle there?"

Under her guidance, Murray asked further:

"There are extraordinary people in Kaping's family? More powerful extraordinary people? Even more than one?"

"He is just a human trafficker..." Viscount Glylint unconsciously expressed his doubts.

Audrey kept a light smile and curious eyes, waiting patiently for Cons to answer.

Cons laughed:

“Murray’s guess is correct, I can only say so much.

"Do you want me to be confined by the team leader?"

"There are more powerful extraordinary people in the Kaping family, not only one...

"Sure enough, he is not an ordinary human trafficker. He may have been involved in many mysterious events...

"Human trafficking...has he involved cult sacrifices? Mr. 'Fool's's followers attacked this?

"Lanerus was similar that time, involving cults, sacrificials, and the arrival of the 'real creator'... I don't know which cult and which evil god was behind Kaping...

"Mr. 'Fool'' seems to be aiming at those evil gods... Is it really a game between gods? He doesn't know how many major things he has destroyed those evil gods..." Audrey thought a lot, and her heart gradually became a little excited:

The enemy of our Tarot Society is the evil god!

Nothing else is qualified!

Does Mr. "Follower" want to get the title of "Evil God Nemesis"? Audrey pursed her lips and chuckled in her heart.

Immediately, she put away her emotions and secretly confessed:

Audrey, how can you do this? How can you joke about Mr. Fool…

…………

At noon, Klein returned to Minsk Street and found the letter from his own mailbox that Old Kohler spent money to ask a coachman to send him.

This is the emergency contact they agreed upon.

Of course, according to Klein's vision, Old Kohler, who didn't know the words, would only tell himself when and where to meet through simple symbols. Who knew that after the letter paper was spread out, it turned out to be neat text.

Just a glance, Klein confirmed that it was consistent with the handwriting on Daisy's word list.

It seems that this girl wrote for Old Kohler... This piece of paper was not soaked in moisture. Maybe Old Kohler bought some specifically for emergency contact... Klein opened the door and walked into the living room while reading letters.

He did not take off his coat, but took off his hat and leaned on his cane. This was because the fireplace in the room had not been lit yet, and the cold in early November was silently drilling into his bones.

The content of the letter is very simple, after all, Daisy doesn't know much about words.

She first thanked Mr. Detective for his kindness and kindness, and then told Klein that she had returned home safely. Finally, she mentioned a tactfully, hoping that Mr. Detective would bring the word book with him next time he came to the East District.

A polite girl... Klein chuckled, snapped his fingers, burned the letter paper without leaving any clues.

He decided to go to the East District tomorrow, return the word book to Daisy, and reimburse Old Kohler for sending letters and paper and pen expenses.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh and said with a low laugh:

"Captain, it's my turn to reimburse others for the expenses..."

There was only one final work left. Crane suddenly got free. He didn't waste his time and went out again and went directly to the Crag Club. Dr. Allen appeared there more often on Friday afternoons, and Crane wanted to ask about the kid Will Ansitin who played tarot cards.

After entering the Krager Club in the Hillston District, Crane said to the red vest waiter who was greeting:

"A cup of Marquis' black tea, a dessert, delivered to the corner of the hall where Dr. Allen and Mike reporters sat."

Crane has seen the colder and cold surgeon Alan Chris, a well-known surgeon wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and has worked with Mike Joseph, a reporter from the Daily Observer who has two charming blue eyes, and Talim Dumont, a noble equestrian teacher who appears in the club at the second most frequently than Sherlock Moriarty.

"Oh, our big detective is here, just talking about you." Talim stood up with a smile.

"Speak bad things about me?" Klein joked.

Mike then stood up, reached out and shook him:

"No, I want to hire you again."

"What's the matter?" Klein bowed to Dr. Allen and sat at their table.

Mike laughed:

"You should have read the newspaper, right? Kaping was killed by the thief "Black Emperor" and his sins were revealed. This is really a happy thing!

"As a journalist, I must have enough journalistic acumen. I plan to get a list from the police department, go to the East District to interview the rescued girls, and then restore the most vicious, cruel and unforgivable side of Kaping to the readers of the newspaper. Of course, those victims must be anonymous."

He paused for a moment, lowered his voice:

"I have another hidden purpose, or idea, to find out through such interviews whether those girls and their families have special friends. Maybe, that is, the thief 'Black Emperor'!"

You're looking for the right person... Klein almost twitched the corners of his mouth.

He smiled and said to Mike:

"We have worked on things in the East Side, and we have enough familiarity and trust, and I have no reason to refuse."

"Happy cooperation!" Mike stretched out his hand with a relaxed expression, "We will start tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and the reward is the same as last time, totaling 10 pounds."

At this time, Dr. Alan, who had been listening, spoke:

"Sherlock, I want to hire you, too, this evening, or after dinner."

My market has been bullish recently... Klein asked with a hilarious question:

"Will it conflict with Mike's commission?"

"No." Allen shook his head, "I've been lucky recently, which makes me even more suspicious that the bad luck was because of the child's reversed 'Wheel of Fate' card and his words. I was puzzled and troubled by this. I can be said to be very good to him and have great kindness. Why did he treat me like this? I want to visit him at his house and confirm that he was unintentional. However, I am always afraid of similar things and afraid of any accidents, so I want to ask you to protect me. I will not conflict with Mike's commission tonight. How about it?"

This is exactly what I want to do! Challenge the impossible. After being a good person, my character has become very good... I have really become the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck? Klein was surprised and smiled reservedly:

"No problem, we can talk about compensation."

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Silver City.

Derrick Berg looked at the translucent bug with twelve rings again, and the remains of the Amon clone.

He originally wanted to ask Mr. "Follower" what this was, but considering that he had troubled this god-like figure once, he gave up his scheduled plan with a thin face and prepared to wait for the next Tarot party to come forward and ask Mr. "Hangered Man" and Miss Justice and others.

Having hidden the bug, Derik suddenly thought of something. The team that followed the "Shepherd" Elder Lovia to explore the semi-destroyed Falling Creator Temple is almost time to come back - it is not too far from Silver City, and it is a direction that he had not entered before.

He decided to go and take a look, and there were many acquaintances in it.
Chapter completed!