After committing the looks of the great pirate Qilangos to her memory, Xio proceeded to read the description written at the bottom of the page:
"Brown hair, dark green eyes.
The portrait can only be used as a general reference, as the target possesses the ability to transform into another person, and it is unknown how long he can maintain the transformation."
"I'm only an Apprentice, not an Arbiter..." Xio pouted as she got up from the sofa.
"Does that lady think that we are prophets?" Fors jested.
Xio then realized that there were still footnotes she hadn't gone through yet.
She recited them out softly, "The suggested ways of searching are as follows:
"Qilangos has an evil object with him that needs to devour the flesh, blood, and soul of a living person every other day. You can consider looking for missing vagrants.
Search for Qilangos's information thoroughly and build a profile of his unique hobbies and behaviors, such as the things he prefers to eat, his gait, actions he's used to performing, and many other details."
Xio suggested, "I'll be in charge of gathering the information. Can you consolidate that pile of gold pounds—no, that admiral's hobbies and unique traits?"
Fors asked, "How can you bear to make a dainty, sensitive author do consolidation, analysis, and deduction?"
"Then do you have any other ways to solve this problem?"
Fors said, "We can hire a professional! After you finish collecting information on Rear Admiral Hurricane, we shall erase the name and hand it over to an excellent detective, then ask him to do the consolidation and deduction. All we have to do is pay a fee!"
Xio said, "We'll do it according to your suggestion. You'll pay the fee!"
...
Howes Street, Divination Club.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Angelica said. "You rarely come on Fridays."
Exhausted from searching for the house with the red chimney, Klein smiled and said, "Fate never repeats itself indefinitely. It always brings us some surprises.
I might not come to the Divination Club too often in the future, so you need not recommend me to others anymore."
Angelica said, "You've already made a name for yourself in the club. Most people know that your divinations are very accurate. In fact, we were considering getting you to come in on Sundays as a lecturer."
"Madam, do not convince me to stay; this is the arrangement of fate.
I won't stop coming to the Divination Club entirely; it's just that my visits will become less frequent." Klein said.
"How regretful. I hope that you will be at the club when I happen to be lost." Angelica sighed.
"Sibe black tea?"
"Yes."
Klein spent some time resting before leaving the club and taking a public carriage back to Daffodil Street.
When he entered, he opened the mailbox and saw that there was a letter placed inside not too long ago.
Klein opened the letter that was from Mr. Azik. "I will be heading to Morse Town on Sunday and returning on Wednesday."
He's heading there on a Sunday, which means that according to the usual level of efficiency, the Nighthawks would receive the information on Tuesday or Wednesday. Klein nodded and released his spirituality to burn the letter.
...
It was Saturday afternoon.
Klein arrived at the Blackthorn Security Company, and after greeting Rozanne, he noticed that the Captain's office was open.
He looked at Dunn, who was drinking his coffee, as he knocked on the open door.
"Please come in," Dunn said.
Klein closed the door and sat. "Captain, I believe that I have completely grasped the Seer potion, and I wish to submit a special application."