On the way back, Nese was worried.
Of course he agreed to Anmeses' request.
Not just for the sake of fair exchange. Also, he could imagine the demon teacher's choice.
If any form of danger lurked within the Heart of Resurrection, Izaint would certainly be willing to risk exploring it rather than remaining safe and ignorant.
There must be danger. It's just that Anmeses doesn't want to talk, or doesn't think it's necessary to talk.
The contract cannot be said to be just an "ordinary part-time job" as he said, it cannot be harmless, it cannot not have mysterious characteristics, what kind of ordinary part-time job can make a person explode in the cemetery after death? What about a puddle of vomit?
He passed by the plane passage where letters were sent and received.
There was a reply in the form of Chaint.
He opened it with great surprise and found that it was the reply to the letter he had sent on the balcony of Baron Sharon's house when he first met Winnie that day. At that time, he informed Ezhaint of the birth date of the son of Shoumono. Now, That date is still about a week away.
Of course, there is a delay in this communication. No need to be depressed…
"I will go. The Flame Cave in the Moonset Land on the Prime Material Plane. I'll see you then. Is everything going well?"
Frustration swept away. Nesse wrote a reply quickly.
The Abbot of Sermoran is a follower of the Featherless Ones. Anmeses made an unspeakable contract with the residents of Semoland. The connection between the contractor and the heart of restoration. He believed that he made the right choice: to give him his heart of recovery.
"All goes well," he concluded.
Everything didn't go well, but Nese felt much more relaxed.
it's not a big deal.
Anmeses didn't make a big fuss about his identity as a demon, and even meant to cover it up. The fact that he wants to help transfer the converted heart is undoubtedly a progress.
Winnie is missing, but she must be okay. He just needs to find her and find out what happened to the so-called murder...
He found himself in Boni Street.
Dix Detective Agency... He looked at the small room next to the cemetery and touched the Mirror of the Past in his arms.
He could tell what was going on.
Urgently need to know what's going on.
There were several members of the Red Face Society gathered there, seemingly preparing to take over the place.
Nesse knocked them down easily and threw them deep into the alley.
The door of the detective agency still looks like it was kicked down by Winnie. Getting inside is effortless.
No one, silent.
The table turned over and the files were scattered all over the floor. Nese flipped through them. The document he asked Dix to investigate was missing.
The detective agency's sign lay in the middle of a pool of blood.
Bloodstains.
This was left behind by the guy who he thought was so evil that Winnie wanted to kill him, and who treated him as a close friend and had a mysterious attitude until his death.
Deeks did die here. Things that were light and unreal became hard facts.
Cake and towels come to mind.
These things do happen.
The hum of the floating city is very faint here.
But just in case, Nese still held up the door panel and fixed it, and set up a sealing spell on the entire room. This is one of his areas of expertise.
He took out the Mirror of the Past.
"Tomorrow comes again."
Energy is concentrated in the prism, and the surrounding air is shaken. The soft light shoots out from the prism and condenses into a sparkling picture on the mottled wood grain wall.
A woman's figure appeared in it. She has a strong figure, her leather jacket is tied lightly around her waist, and her hair is braided into countless braids.
She turned her face sideways, frowning and saying something, and the sharp outlines of her ears were exposed in her hair.
Nese held her breath.
Sure enough, Winnie came to Dix Detective Agency that morning.
As the light gathered, a man's figure appeared in it.
Deeks sat in his office chair. They are talking.
"It's not time yet," Dix said.
What was that in his tone, sadness?
"It's time." Winnie said, "You know. Dear Mr. Ode. Haven't you had enough?"
"I just want to have a hobby. It's so boring."
Dix's voice was the same as he remembered, pure and enthusiastic, but also a little cynical. He also looked like this when talking to Winnie.
Deeks wasn't cheating on him.
"So you regret it?" Winnie said.
"Is there any use in regretting it?" Dix rubbed his face and laughed. Put your legs on the desk and clasp your hands together. "Once you know it, you can't unknow it. Can you understand that? Winnie."
"The boss has warned you a long time ago. Stop playing your detective game." Winnie said coldly.
"Remind me of what? Remind me that it is best to live according to my mission? Am I not qualified as a housekeeper? I have already tried my best to cooperate. I grew up here, and I know the rules here."
"No one said you didn't do a good job. You kicked everyone's butts in exactly the right way, and you knew when to rub them in. Only you can control those people." Winnie said, "But you can't go bad. Especially not in the butler’s position.”
Deeks was silent for a long time.
"I envy you, Winnie," he said.
"You're not supposed to be a 'butler'."
"You just said that only I can control those people." Dix said with a faint smile.
"That's for them." Winnie said impatiently, "You should go out to make a living, open a small shop in Vicardo, and point at strangers with dignity without taking responsibility.
Marry a wife and have a bunch of kids, and then die accidentally from a crystal ball exploding, or step on a pitchfork in the backyard and get an infection in your big toe. Then everyone will cry to you, eat a big meal, and then roll you up into a straw mat and bury you.
I've seen a lot of people like this. Oded, that's how you should be. "
"What you said is so vivid, I can't help but want to try it." Dix smiled.
"Stop talking nonsense, okay?"
Winnie's eyes flashed coldly, "You can dream, or in the next life. I will bury your body and not let Ungoro hang you on the city gate and watch it slowly.
You can have a good dream after you die. I can get you an extra pillow. "
"You really don't understand anything. This is bound to the soul." Dix's face suddenly darkened.
"Are you going to cry?" Winnie frowned and looked at him, "I asked you before..."
"I don't dare. Winnie. That's it. I don't dare. I grew up in Semolan, and I'd rather pretend it's not. I'm good at this life, and I'm tired of it."
Deeks maintained his pale smile. "Do I have any other choice? The dean picked me up with his own hands."
"Anmeses also asked me to deal with you. No. What's that word called? 'Harvest'."
"You'd better do it. It's better than him doing it himself." Dix said, "The time has come. Otherwise it will go bad. Is he waiting for my head?"
"Yeah. Ode. That's right."
Wei Ni waved her hand, and a dagger with a cold light appeared in her hand.
"You have been with Veled recently, am I right?" Dix lay on his back and said leisurely, "Is he the new boss you mentioned?"
Winnie paused.
"He's very nice. I get along very well. If only I were really his detective. It would be very interesting." Dix sighed, "We haven't finished checking the case yet."
"You shouldn't get too close to him." Winnie said, "You should either not go bad, or you should turn the table over."
"I don't dare," Dix said. "Winnie. I'm not you."
"You are a good housekeeper and a good colleague." Winnie said to herself and walked to his side. "Have a sweet dream."
Then she cut off his head.
