As I watched the boss and his wife leave, I felt something was not right.
It just doesn't feel right.
"What's wrong?" Grace waved her hand in front of my eyes, "Why are you still staring at me, are you envious?"
Of course I am a little bit envious...
"I'm not envious, I just feel something is wrong." I shook my head, looked away, and stopped exploring what exactly was the problem.
Even if there is any problem, as long as it doesn't hinder us, we should not meddle in other people's business. After all, this is just someone else's territory.
In short, after having a meal that was not very delicious but definitely filling, we temporarily gathered in Grace's room to discuss the next thing.
First, you need to confirm whether the informant is alive and, if dead, where the body is.
The next step is to confirm who or which group killed the informant.
The last step is to confirm the source of the magic power.
"Doesn't it sound very simple?" Kellas said with her hands on her hips, "There's no need to discuss it in such a big way, right?"
"There are still a lot of details." Grace said softly, "Although this place looks no different from an ordinary town, in fact there is no urban planning at all. If you don't pay attention, you will lose your way soon. of."
"The address he gave is not something completely inaccurate like going somewhere, seeing something, and then walking a few hundred steps left and right, right?"
In that case, a slight error may be found in the wrong place - although it is just a problem of stride size, it may have completely different consequences in the end.
"Unfortunately, it's pretty much what you thought, so it's best for us to go in and confirm when no one is around." Grace shrugged helplessly.
Well...that's all.
Blatantly asking where the informant's address is in a place like this will definitely attract the attention of interested people, and then our situation will be a lot more troublesome.
"Then what? Are you going to solve it directly after you find out who is behind the scenes?" Nolan Lesi leaned on the back of the chair, looking a little uninterested.
Or maybe he was really disappointed with the life of an adventurer.
"No, just report it." Grace shook her head and replied, "If we want to fight in a place like this, we have no advantage at all, and it is likely to affect the next actions, so we just need to find out. "
"Oh, by the way, I didn't feel any change in the magic power at all." Nolan Lusi said as if she remembered something, "The magic power is quite calm, and there is no sign of any change."
"Yeah?"
Now that Nolan Lusi has said this, the suspense has become inexplicably greater...
"This mission is not as simple as it seems." I sighed, covering my head.
"Can I quit now?"
"This is an internal task that I got through hard work by begging grandpa and grandma." Grace looked quite worried. "If it can't be completed, it will definitely be difficult to get such a task in the future."
"······anything else?"
"This kind of task that is obviously completely inconsistent with expectations must require extra money." Grace said softly.
Nolan Lusi stood up with a serious face and said: "I have the final say on this matter, I think it's okay!"
I sighed helplessly and said, "You haven't heard how much the extra fee will be, so why did you agree..."
"Oh, this is not a matter of money! This is a matter of principle! Principle!" Nolan said harshly.
"Okay, okay...it's the principle."
There are principles about money, right?
After some discussion, the evening passed like this.
The next day we set off on the road following the route given by the inspection department.
The scene on the street looked the same as yesterday, with vendors arguing and old killers basking in the sun.
There are many people dressed like us, so even though there are many of us, no one has noticed us.
First, we followed the clues and visited the store where the informant pretended to be, because to live here we must still need some kind of work.
The owner was a fierce man with tattoos on his arms. He looked at us from beginning to end while hanging his cigar, and finally snorted and said: "Which guy hasn't been here for a long time? He must have been thrown into some unknown place." The famous sewer may have become nutrients under the trees outside the town, right?”
I said bravely: "In that case, has he shown any abnormal signs before?"
"Is he your subordinate? A few days ago, he suddenly asked me for leave with a panicked look on his face while working, and then he never came back." The store owner said, holding his hands, "To put it bluntly, although he is a subordinate, he is not here Death is common in places like this.”
"I understand." I leaned down slightly to express my gratitude, and then left the place without hesitation...
That's weird.
While I was talking to him, I was already secretly carving out the magic of eavesdropping, and when he was leaving, I secretly threw the elves of Gaia into his shop.
No matter what, precautions must be taken. If the shop owner is also with them, he might be able to learn from the vines.
After leaving the store where the informant worked before, I kept my magical spiritual connection open while walking towards my next destination.
After a lot of searching and leaving behind the urban legend of a break-in during the day, we finally found out the house where the informant lived.
There seemed to be nothing noteworthy inside, quite plain and—
There is a notebook on the table.
Nolan Lusi and others were already rummaging around in the room, but I was attracted by the neatly arranged notebooks at the beginning, so I walked straight to the table.
The notes were placed neatly, and the chair firmly exited the table. It can be seen that the owner of the room was quite calm when leaving.
but……
Something is wrong.
I opened the notebook casually and found that it seemed to only contain some numbers that looked like accounts.
that is it?
I opened the drawer and found it neatly arranged. Only the middle one had room for a book of notes.
...something's wrong.
Since you left quite calmly, why not take the notebook back?
Thinking of this place, I flipped through a few more pages of the notebook and found that a few pages seemed to have been torn out.
