With a distinctive wide chin, the ancient knight's hairstyle, and eyes holding a cold smile... Hugh Dillcha was half-sitting and half-reclining on the sofa, carefully studying the sketch given by Audrey.
In her eyes, this was a living, moving gold coin.
After imprinting the appearance of the pirate Zilingerz deeply in her mind, she continued to read the additional description:
"Brown hair, dark green eyes."
"The portrait is only for reference, as the target has the ability to transform into the appearance of others, and the duration is unknown."
Only for reference... The target can transform into others... Just for reference, transform into others... Then why did I have to remember the sketch content so carefully... Hugh's expression suddenly became blank., as if sensing the malice of the world.
She looked up in confusion and, lazily lying on the sofa opposite, muttered to herself:
"This is simply impossible to find. We don't know what it looks like. We only know it's an outsider. The number of new outsiders in Berkland every day is simply impossible to count."
Fors thought hard and tried to sit up, but failed three times.
"I'm just an apprentice, not an arbitrator..." She muttered and reached out to press the back of the sofa, successfully changing from lying to sitting.
"Perhaps that young lady thinks we are prophets?" Fors made a joke.
Hugh was about to reply when suddenly noticed that there were still many additional descriptions.
She whispered out loud:
"Suggestions for finding:
"1. Zilingerz has an unusual item on him. Every other day, he devours the blood, flesh, and soul of a living person. Consider the missing vagrant."
"2. Collect detailed information about Zilingerz, and summarize his unique hobbies and behavioral patterns."
"3. One's features may change, but as long as he hasn't undergone special training, he will always act like himself. Such as favorite food, walking style, habitual movements, and more details."
Fors nodded slightly, listening with a slight smile:
"Miss Audrey is not like the rumors say, a simple and innocent girl. She has a delicate heart and a calm observation ability."
"Is that so?" Hugh asked doubtfully, not expecting an answer and instead proposed, "I'll be responsible for collecting the information, and you summarize those gold coins, or rather, the hobbies and characteristics of that pirate general?"
Fors's eyes widened suddenly, shaking the tin box containing cigarettes in her hand and said:
"How could you? How could you let a slender and sensitive writer do such an aggregation and summary, analysis and reasoning?"
Hugh glanced at her friend involuntarily, unconsciously revealing a convincing authority:
"There is a very wonderful reasoning content in your 'Storm Hill Manor'."
Fors shrugged her shoulders and lowered her head, looking at the coffee table and said:
"You know how many hairs I lost and how many times I slept poorly for that reasoning?"
She quickly looked up, glanced at Hugh Dillcha, and then continued to lower her head, muttering:
"Life is very short. There are so many things to do. Why waste our time on such boring and cumbersome work?"
Very reasonable... Hugh almost nodded in agreement, but managed to maintain the authority of "arbitrator".
"Then do you have any other way to solve this problem?" She lowered her voice, making her young voice sound deeper.
Fors thought seriously for a dozen seconds and suddenly looked up, saying:
"We can hire professionals to do it! After you collect the information on 'Admiral in the Storm' and erase the name, we'll find an excellent detective and ask him to summarize and analyze, reason and deduce. This only requires paying a consultation fee!"
How could I not have thought of that... Hugh's mind suddenly went blank, and she and Fors looked at each other, neither speaking.
When the atmosphere became a little awkward, she cleared her throat and said:
"Let's do it according to your suggestion."
After saying that, she hurriedly added:
"The consultation fee is to be paid by you!" ......
Hales Street, Divination Club.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti," the beautiful lady in charge of the reception, Angelica, exclaimed in surprise as she looked ahead, "You rarely come here on Fridays."
Exhausted from the investigation, Klein smiled and said:
"Life doesn't always repeat itself. It always brings us some surprises."
He happened to be passing by here, and the hiring time for the hired carriage was also up. So he came up to have a cup of black tea and take a rest.
Also, this was his last preparation. With the new Divination Club "experience", he would logically submit a special application to Dunn Smith.
"Your words are always full of philosophy," Angelica sincerely praised.
Klein thought for a moment and deliberated before saying:
"I might come to the club less often in the future. You don't need to recommend me to others anymore."
After the potion was digested, he had to move on to the new target!
"Why?" Angelica said in surprise and confusion, "You are already very famous in the club. Most people know that your divination is very accurate and very magical. We are even considering having you as the lecturer on Sunday."
If each divination is worth one pound, then even if I am tired and suffering, I will have to grit my teeth and persist... And I still have to visit several houses with red chimneys to try to catch the mastermind behind it as soon as possible... Klein smiled gently:
"Lady, don't linger. This is the arrangement of fate."
"I'm not not coming to the club anymore. I just reduced the frequency. My membership fee will be paid on time as scheduled."
Anyway, it can be reimbursed... I will occasionally come to monitor this place... Klein added quietly.
"Such a pity... I hope when I am confused, you can come to the club," Angelica sighed.
After the initial astonishment, she realized that this matter was not as unexpected as she had imagined.
Perhaps such a magical and respectful diviner towards fate is not something that a club in Tingen can have for a long time... Angelica seemed to be thinking as she smiled:
"Chibber tea?"
"Yes," Klein replied with a smile.
He sat in the club for about ten minutes, took a short rest, drank the black tea, and then left here, taking the tram public carriage back to Narcissus Street.
When he entered, he habitually opened the mailbox and saw a letter that had just been delivered.
He casually opened it and found that this letter was from Mr. Azk:
"... "I will go to Morse Town on Sunday and return on Wednesday."
The residents of Morse Town generally believe in the Goddess... If I go on Sunday, according to normal efficiency, the night watchman will receive the message on Tuesday or Wednesday. I can just arrive in time... Mr. Azke actually remembered my request... I hope he will also remember not to show up in person. Just summon a ghost casually and play a trick on them... Klein gave a barely visible nod, his spiritual energy burst forth, and with a rubbing motion, he ignited the letter paper.
He waved his hand, and the flames turned into ashes, slowly falling to the ground. ......
On Saturday morning, Klein walked into Blackthorn Security Company wearing a black thin windbreaker, a semi-high silk hat, and carrying a silver-handled cane. He walked leisurely.
After greeting Rosan, he glanced at the partitioned area and saw that the door to the captain's office was open. So, he deliberately spoke in a low voice:
"Yesterday evening, at the Divination Club, I saw a girl who looked very much like you."
"Really?" Rosan asked inquisitively.
Klein nodded without sincerity and replied: "Really. I even thought she was your sister."
"Sorry to disappoint you, I don't have a sister, not even a cousin or aunt." Rosan chuckled and said, "Did you remember her name?"
"No, why should I remember her name?" Klein smiled lightly. "Seeing you is no different from seeing her."
"Can I understand that you are praising me?" Rosan always didn't need others to start a conversation and asked actively. "Klein, you must have made a lot of money at the Divination Club, as a true diviner, your level is not comparable to other amateurs."
Let's not talk about this topic. We'll be good colleagues... Klein cleared his throat and said:
"A diviner should respect fate and not use divination to seek abnormal benefits."
"Are you summarizing your diviner motto?" Rosan asked curiously.
"Yes." Klein answered frankly.
After chatting with the other person for a while, he waved goodbye, took off his hat, and walked towards the partition.
Thump, thump, thump, he looked at Dunn Smith who was busy making coffee and gently knocked on the open door.
"Come in." Dunn looked up at him and hurriedly straightened his posture.
Klein had already tested the captain's tone over the past few days and confirmed that Dunn Smith was not mentioning anything to anyone while trying to "play the role of a mage", and was obviously avoiding mentioning it to the higher-ups of the church.
So, he closed the door casually, sat across from her, and said solemnly with a hint of excitement in his expression:
"Captain, I feel that I have completely mastered the 'Diviner' potion."
"I want to submit a special application."