Mystery: Start with the Reader

Jorwood District, in a house near the Tussock River.

The figure of "Resentful Soul" Steve jumped out of a mirror. He first condensed into a solid body, then straightened his clothes, and then said respectfully to the empty room: "Your Excellency Zatwin, I come from a The witch got an important piece of information."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure was quickly outlined not far behind him on the piano bench.

This figure was wearing a black clergyman's robe, and a black glove on his left palm. His face was thin, his skin was brownish, his eyes were sunken like a mummy, and his beard had black roots and white extensions, extending from the sides of his mouth to his ears. However, they are not bushy and rather short, giving them a spotty appearance.

The man named Zatwin's eyes are close to his skin tone, and they are light brown. He obviously has the temperament of a priest, but he is cold and terrifying. He seems to be perverted in silence. He gave Steve a cold look. , asked:

"What news? About Sharon and Maric?"

Even though he was a resentful soul, Steve was still chilled by the sight, but fortunately he managed to control himself, and replied carefully: "It's the news from the Church of Storms, they may use that item in the near future '1' level sealed item."

The corners of Zatwin's mouth curled up when he heard this, and he sneered and said, "Oh, it's just a trick of the witch. She wants me to drag the saint of the Church of Storms to make it easier for her to do things."

"Then do you want to reject her?" Although Steve asked, he didn't feel that the saint in front of him would refuse, because that sealed item was something that he couldn't ask for.

Sure enough, Steve soon heard Zatwin sneer and say: "Why do you refuse? If that sealed item really appears, I will naturally snatch it, but I won't hold back the tyrant as she wished." Demi god."

"However, that sealed item... or 'cursed thing' should have strong divination and anti-divination capabilities, and that witch may not be able to figure it out..." Steve reminded.

"I am more familiar with the 'Cursed Object' than you, so I don't need you to remind me. It is indeed very powerful, but the price of using it is not small! A '1' sealed item? If you really use all its abilities , the price that needs to be paid is that it can be directly set as a '0' level. Therefore, the 'Punisher' must not dare to lift all the seals, at least that witch has a chance."

Zatwin stopped here, as if unwilling to reveal more things to Steve.

"It's not urgent,

That witch won't act rashly in a short time... The most important thing now is to hunt down Sharon and Maric, have you found out their whereabouts? Zatwin asked, changing the subject.

"There seems to be a demigod who is good at prophecy behind the two of Sharon to cover up their whereabouts. We can only find out through investigation." Steve replied awkwardly.

"A demigod who is good at prophecy..." Zatwin pondered for a while after hearing the words, and then solemnly said: "I allow you to pray to the mother tree in a ceremony, and I believe this will bring you enlightenment."

"Yes, sir." Steve replied with a smile on his face.

...

Friday, August 3rd.

Abner had just woken up, and before he could get up, his spirituality was suddenly touched.

He reached out and took out two charms from under the pillow, held them in his hands, and at the same time turned on his spiritual vision to look out. I saw a bird with silver-white illusory feathers standing on the windowsill with a letter in its mouth, tilting its head and looking at him with red eyes.

Only then did Abner heave a sigh of relief, because he recognized the little bird, and it was the messenger of Viscount Karen, the blood clan.

"Silica." Abner beckoned at it, and took out a bottle of "Amanda" hydrosol prepared before from the bedside cabinet, unscrewed the bottle cap, and a quiet and charming fragrance immediately wafted away open.

He remembered that Viscount Karen said before that his messenger "Silica" liked this flavor the most.

The little bird made a movement the moment the bottle cap was opened. It flapped its wings, and its figure immediately appeared directly above the "Amanda" hydrosol, and then the fragrance in the air disappeared suddenly, and all concentrated around the body of the bird.

Abner didn't care about the enjoyment of this "messenger", he took the letter from the other party, and after confirming that there were no traps with his "pure white eyes", he opened the envelope and started to read.

The content of the letter is not much, just to inform him that Judy has met Talim, and conveyed the request to meet the 'witch' Lina to the big man behind the other party. The two parties have agreed to meet in a hunting ground in the northern suburbs on Sunday afternoon. Finally, Karen asked him if he wanted to come with him then.

Abner put down the letter, bowed his head and thought for a while, and decided not to go. Although Prince Edesak behind Talim is quite upright, it is hard to guarantee that he will not help the witch in an ambush...

Let the "Desolate One" take this risk, just wait for the news later...

Thinking of this, Abner took out a pen and paper and wrote back a letter to Karen. After stating that he couldn't go on Sunday due to business, he described in detail what he saw at yesterday's funeral.

After he folded the letter paper and put it in a new envelope, the bird "Silica" just jumped out of the bottle of "Amanda" hydrosol. It first happily nodded its head at Abner to show that it was satisfied, and then it picked up the reply letter, and it disappeared with a flutter of illusory silver-white wings.

...

The single-family house rented by Hugh and Forsi in the North District.

Xio watched his friend put on the beige long dress with ruffled collar again, he couldn't help but stroked his forehead, and said:

"Forsi, are you going to wear this to the "Daily Observer" ball? You need at least one dress!"

As a former noble lady, Xio actually knows much more about the etiquette on various occasions than Forsi.

Fors looked down at herself, and said doubtfully, "There's nothing wrong with that, is it? I've attended dances a few times before, and I didn't feel anything wrong."

"But this time there will be a big person coming to the ball. If you do this, you may be strictly interrogated by the security personnel of MI9... I guess you don't want to be the focus of the ball because of being censored." Xio pointed to the security on her body Uniform said.

"Then what should we do? It's too late to go shopping now... Or should I not go at all? Well, this is really a good idea." Forsi frowned first, then her eyes lit up.

"I really can't help you..." Xio shook his head helplessly, then turned and went back to his room, and took out a set of blue and white dresses with intricate and delicate lace trims from the box.

"You try this one?" Xio said after handing the dress to Fors.

Forsi tried it on, and found that although it was a little tight, it still fit well, so she couldn't help asking strangely: "Why do you have a dress that fits my size?"

Xio gave his friend a complicated look, and said, "That was originally a gift my father prepared for my coming-of-age ceremony when I was young..." Unfortunately, I didn't grow up to the height my father expected.