In front of No. 17 Minsk Street, a young lady wearing a black and white maid uniform lowered her head in boredom, holding the hem of her skirt with both hands, hiding in the shadow of the eaves to kill time.
After searching in his brain with no results, Klein shook his head, walked to the door of his home, raised his cane slightly and said loudly:
"Hello miss, what are you waiting for here?"
Hearing the sudden male voice, the maid who had been waiting for more than ten minutes suddenly raised her head with cold hands, her eyes shining with the light of relief.
She hurriedly adjusted her appearance, and then asked Klein:
"Are you Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"
"I am the maid employed by Mrs. Summer at House No. 14 on this street. Madam would like me to invite you to the afternoon tea this afternoon."
Invite me to afternoon tea?
Klein was stunned for a moment, then nodded belatedly, indicating that he was Sherlock Moriarty who had just moved here.
This is not the place where Klein once lived in the 21st century. No matter which province it is in Loen, except for the poor who really cannot afford independent houses, the remaining classes will more or less pay attention to the relationship with their neighbors. If a new neighbor moves
Come, invite each other to have afternoon tea, this is a normal way of socializing to open up relations between neighbors.
People like Klein who, due to their own reasons, barely showed up at home for a few days after moving here and didn't contact their neighbors in time, are the exceptions.
Speaking of which, it was Melissa who was responsible for making good friends with the neighbors and managing relationships before. Whether it was Benson or me, it was difficult to spare time at that time... Thinking of the short happy time in Tingen, Klein
The joy in my heart extinguished a little, but my face was still paralyzed by muscle stiffness.
"I'd love to visit Mrs. Summer." He tried to sound as gentle as possible to make up for his inability to smile. "Well, can you wait for me for a moment?"
"I have just completed the last steps of moving, and I just planned to take this opportunity to give some small gifts to my neighbors."
After getting the answer that the maid was happy to help, Klein quickly opened the door and got into the house that was not crowded at all.
He took off the human skin mask on his face very neatly, kept rubbing his stiff cheeks with both hands, walked straight to the already packed bedroom, selected for a while among the exaggerated suitcases locked under the bed, and took out
I got a silver charm that I haven't had time to imbue with spirituality.
After closing the suitcase again, Klein was about to walk out of the bedroom, but when he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly stopped.
No, if Mrs. Summer was a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery, wouldn't that make the situation very embarrassing?
If I had known, I should have asked the maid first... In annoyance, Klein decisively pulled out the citrine pendant on his left wrist and muttered something.
If you are in doubt, divination will help you solve it!
Fortunately, the citrine suspended in the air rotates clockwise, and Mrs. Summer is indeed a standard goddess believer.
What, you mean, why didn't Klein guess that the lady believed in the Lord of Storms?
In Loen, families that generally believe in the Lord of Storms, in order to demonstrate the lofty status of the male master, even the social interactions between neighbors will be straightforward, and most of them are taken care of by the male master.
Klein put on the human skin mask again. Although his face was still stiff, he could already smile. He opened the door to his room. This time, he didn't see the maid showing a bored look.
With a smile on his face, he handed the silver "badge" in his hand to the maid and explained specifically:
"This is a spiritual badge I got in Winter County. It is a spiritual badge issued by the bishop of Winter Church. It is said to have a calming effect."
"Haha, I am a believer in the God of Steam and Machinery. I think this precious badge should be more suitable for a devout believer in the goddess to praise steam!"
Klein didn't give the maid a chance to think at all, and spoke all at once, making the maid who had only attended grammar school for a few days become confused.
Finally, this careful "divineer" still did not forget to strengthen his personality, and drew a triangular holy symbol on his chest with a very pious expression.
"Well, I think Madam will like your gift." The maid, who felt the cold metal in her hands, glanced at the not-so-finely carved Holy Emblem of the Night, and her tone was perfunctory.
She was shivering a little due to the cold wind outside. Although there was no impatient expression on her face, she still dealt with Klein hastily. After saying goodbye again, she walked in the direction of No. 14.
It wasn't until she knocked on the door softly and waited for another maid to open the door for her that she slowed down and looked at the badge in her hand with some hesitation.
How did Mr. Moriarty know that Mrs. Summer was a devout believer in the Night?
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Backlund Queens District, in an unnamed house.
Mr. A, who had just finished his daily prayers underground and whose newly grown fingers were pale in blood, walked into the empty living room and bowed slightly towards the two figures sitting on the sofa, not daring to raise his head and look directly at them.
In front of him, Ambrosius, who had just secretly arrived at Backlund from the Port of Enmat, glanced at this "shepherd" who was more graceful than a woman with some interest, and then turned his gaze back.
By saying to Edmund:
"In short, the Lord's recent command is that we no longer need to track down the 'devils'' movements, and even let me ignore their existence to a certain extent."
Edmund, who was sitting lazily, raised his eyebrows and didn't care much.
"Since the fall of the 'Abyss', those 'demons' have long been no longer a threat. Only old antiques like you are still afraid of them recreating the tragedy of the Fourth Age, running around exhausted."
As he spoke, he flipped his right hand, and a badge the size of an eyeball appeared out of thin air, lying quietly in his palm, with a light and thin layer of sporadic brilliance shining quietly.
After leaving the scene yesterday, Dunn contacted Edmund, and while requesting to hide his traces, he also handed over the contact badge of the Hermits of Destiny.
In order to stop him from insinuating about the relationship between "The Fool" and the true Creator, Edmund gave him a copy of the main material of "The Requiem", which he said was a reward for handing in the badge.
He could see that after the final digestion and partial opening of the knot in his heart, Dunn was already qualified to be promoted to "Requiem Master".
And helping him get promoted is one of the tasks assigned to him by the Lord.
"A gadget from the Hermits of Destiny?" Ambrosius took the item from Edmund's hand without hesitation. Spirituality spread on his fingertips, and his eyes flashed with stars, simulating the ability of the "Trojan of Destiny"
, touched this badge carefully.
It's not like he hasn't seen this before, the gadgets of the "Amon Victims Association" established by the Extraordinaries with the descendants of Jacob and Zoroastrian families.
But due to the Lord's command, they all deliberately avoided this path. Even the "Gate" path, the crumbling Abraham family, could not directly help. They had only heard about it and had never had the desire to explore it.
.
But today, He actually saw an intact badge in Edmund's hand.
Looking at the questioning look cast by Ambrosius, Edmund, who had always used "maintaining a youthful mentality" as his tenet to consolidate human nature, smiled slightly and said softly:
"I'm going to let Tristan sneak into this party and he'll wake up soon."