The time for representatives of the Anjou royal family to come to Tobesk is getting closer and closer, and the residents of Tobesk can also feel that the city hall and the kingdom attach great importance to this matter. But this has nothing to do with Shade for the time being. From the prophet
After the association left, he said goodbye to the cat lazing on the window sill at home and headed to Huntington through the statues in the basement.
When I walked out of the wine cellar of the White River Valley Vineyard, the morning sun at the turn of autumn and winter was even a bit dazzling.
He raised his hand and put it above his eyes, and happened to see Mr. Bernhardt, standing in the courtyard of the small manor with his servant and coachman, directing the workers to unload the goods from the flatbed truck:
"Good morning, Mr. Bernhardt."
"Good morning, Mr. Watson."
The two of them greeted each other familiarly, and Shade tightened the collar buttons of his warm black coat and walked over:
"Are you storing food for winter again?"
The middle-aged vampire hesitated for a moment, shook his head carefully, and stood with Shade watching the workers unloading:
"No, it's tobacco."
"Tobacco huh?"
Shade was a little surprised and lowered his voice:
"Are you still in the tobacco business?"
Whether it is in Delrayon or Kasonlik, the tobacco business is regulated by the kingdom. Looking at the way the goods are being unloaded, it does not look like a formal business:
"Do you still have a way to smuggle? Are you going to the New World or to Delarion?"
Shade was not particularly surprised. After all, Lesia was still engaged in the arms smuggling business in Middleburg.
"No, no, no, I'm not that bold."
Mr. Bernhardt lowered his voice slightly:
"Didn't we meet Princess Margaret yesterday and help solve the murder case? Your Highness has a very good impression of me. She sent someone to my manor last night and gave me a note. This is the person
The princess's goods were shipped from Willondale and asked me to store them at the White River Valley Vineyard first. When the steam airship lands tomorrow, I will pull the goods over."
Shade was stunned for a few seconds before he understood:
"Princess Margaret wants to leave"
"How can the royal family's affairs be called smuggling?"
Herr Bernhard corrected:
"Furthermore, the space of the airship is so large that it should be empty if it is empty. I think your Majesty will not mind this, but it is best not to be discovered by others. Of course, even if you are discovered,
It can also be said that this is a gift to Delarion."
Shade showed a clear expression, and then asked with great interest:
"That princess won't let you do it in vain, right?"
Mr. Bernhardt looked around, turned sideways and drew a number to Shadebi:
"This number."
Shade did some calculations and raised his eyebrows:
"She is really healthy."
"After all, excluding the tobacco tax, the cost of these goods is not much, but you also know the selling price of tobacco."
The middle-aged nobleman who drank alcohol, smoked and drank blood shook his head and sighed:
"The kingdom's tax department is more like a vampire than me."
It seems that people from all walks of life like to complain about tax issues, whether in Delrayon or Carsonlik.
Mr. Bernhardt was busy helping Princess Margaret transport goods today, so he did not go into the city with Shad. However, he had already compiled information about the local "Lady of the Lake" rumors and put the files containing the information
The bag was handed over to Shade:
"Actually, there are similar rumors every few years. I heard a lot when I was a kid. If you want to take risks, you can call me together. Winter is coming soon and I don't have anything important to do.
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Mr. Bernhardt said.
The gentleman originally planned to have a carriage take Shade to Huntington, but Shade chose a horse at the stable and wanted to ride across the countryside by himself.
There is no polluting haze in the sky in the countryside due to steam factories. On the morning at the turn of autumn and winter, the weather is very good, with big clouds hanging like cotton in the blue sky. Shade, who can barely ride a horse,
Walk along the country road and look at the surrounding fields and vineyards.
It is indeed colder to ride a horse than to ride a car. After dealing with the matters in Huntington City, Shade will also have to consider the heating problem of No. 6 St. Teresa Square in winter.
Princess Margaret and her accompanying personal doctors and servants are currently living in the Rothschild Mansion in the center of Huntingdon, which is the local property of the royal family. However, Miss Sylvia made an appointment with Xia Xia in Parliament last night.
When he was visiting Germany, he was not asked to meet at the Rothschild Mansion, but was given the address of the local "Owl Bookstore" bookstore.
The Owl Bookstore is located in the middle of Malfoy Street in Huntingdon. From the outside, there is nothing special about it. The popular novels "The Secret of Sisyphus", "The Mad Knight and the Silly Princess" and "The Adventure of the Eye of the Storm" are displayed in the window facing the street.
"Guidebook", and when you open the door of the bookstore and hear the ringing bell, the first thing you see is "Rodels' Poems" and "Selected Troggs", which are serious literature.
In the morning when the weather was nice, there was a sleepy atmosphere in the bookstore, just like a classroom in a dull summer. There were not many people here. After entering the door, Shade walked directly to the counter and knocked on the wooden counter table.
Let the young man who seems to be dozing, wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, wake up.
Shade asked softly in Kassenric, which he was not proficient in:
"I want to find a book."
"what book?"
Behind the counter, a young man who looked to be at least seventeen or eighteen years old yawned and asked. There were acne marks on his face after the pimples disappeared, which were as dense as freckles.
"The Theory of Large Numbers."
"Oh, please come this way."
The young man opened the cover of the counter, and then opened the door behind him that was almost integrated with the wall.
Shade nodded and was about to walk in when he asked again:
"Do you have Hamilton Detective Stories here?"
The young man hesitated for a moment and looked at Shade suspiciously:
"Is this sentence included in the code?"
"No, I really want to find this book."
"Oh, that's it. But I'm sorry, that foreign novel seems to be still being translated. If you want to read it, you can go to the Dralion trading house and ask. Currently, it only has the Dralion version."
Shade thought he could find pirated books here.
Behind the Owl Library is a large club-like building, which itself is the black market for ring warlocks in Huntington City.
Miss Sylvia was already waiting for Shade here. When the waiter led Shade in, the lady was holding a tea cup and looking through the book in her hand. The book was the ""Xia De" mentioned just now.
Hamilton's Detective Stories.
"Good morning, knight."
The great witch, who was younger than a foreigner, raised the book in her hand to Sha De. She was wearing a black dress today. The black hair actually did not match the black dress, and people in this era were superstitious.
Black can bring disaster, so this is the first time Shade has seen this kind of dressing style.
"That's a book written by my friend."
Shade said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from the witch. The witch waved to the young girl standing beside her, who came over to pour tea for Shade. This was also her follower, but at a lower level than Shade.
"Yes, otherwise it would be impossible to describe you in such detail. Miss Carina Cavendish has really found a good follower."
"No, I am not a follower of Miss Carina."
Xia De corrected and thanked the girl who served the tea:
"We can only be considered partners."
"Yes, I understand, your status is equal."
The witch said, fully understanding the meaning of Shade's words:
"But, your friend said in the book that you are good at math?"
"Well enough."
Shade nodded reservedly. Dorothy drew heavily on his image when shaping the characters in the story. She asked Shade if he was good at art or if he had any unique hobbies, and Shade said that he was good at mathematics.
Dorothy did not ask how good Shade was, but happily said that mathematics does go well with a shrewd detective.
"Can you give an answer to this question?"
The witch pushed the notebook at hand to Shade. Shade tilted his head and glanced at it, and found that she also specially used Delarian text:
"Multiple equations? The entrance exam for Delrayon College of Higher Education is now a little more difficult than this. I don't think you need to ask me this kind of question? And, is this related to space power?"
Shade knew this information because he was considering going to Tobesk University and getting an honorary degree through donations to get rid of the "Sparrow Detective Tutor" level of education.
"Nothing to do with space power, but I'm curious about your math skills."
Miss Sylvia smiled, turned to the next page, and asked Shade to continue reading.
On the next page are some pencil sketches with dense letters written next to them:
"Solid geometry? Madam, although I am not very good at this, but you have already selected the coordinate system and reference points, I think it is not difficult to solve this."
He picked up his notebook and hastily drew a few auxiliary lines. After being in this world for only half a year, these skills were no longer unfamiliar to him.
"very nice."
The witch nodded again and finally turned to the last page:
"Look at this, I think this might be a little difficult."
Shade continued to look and found that the things written in cursive letters on the notebook looked very familiar:
"Morse unfolds?" (Chapter 201)
In the native land of Outlander, this is actually called Taylor expansion.
"You know this?"
The young witch was really surprised this time. Shade nodded:
"In the summer, I attended several academic lectures and reports held in the Tobesk University District. I didn't expect that you would also understand this."
Miss Sylvia looked at him carefully:
"You are much smarter than the girls of the Anjou family. I have always believed that learning mathematics well can make the way of thinking of the ring magician more rational, logical and organized. Moreover, basic mathematics, geometry, and rituals have always been inseparable.
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She put away her notebook:
"Mr. Hamilton, you are very good. Now I can ask this question. Are you interested in being my apprentice?"