Gunther jumped out of the window and left.
"He was probably the original mystique of the ring," Wittek said. "It's surprising how difficult it is for the Nameless One's magic to grow."
"His situation is special." Uriel knew that this was because Gunther often used magic.
Judging from the attack in Dead End Alley, his ability is by no means limited to invisibility. It’s not like Uriel has never come into contact with friendly unknown people. Dr. Hope’s magic was originally to create sound waves. After gaining demonic power, the dentist’s professional scope is not limited to cleaning and extracting teeth, but it is still a medical mystery. .
The necromancer Newell is an incomplete nameless one, and the magic he received is related to resurrection. It can be seen from this that the nameless man's own profession is likely to have the same source as the demonic power.
What about myself? Uriel couldn't help but close his eyes and feel the soul flame jumping in his consciousness. I don't even understand my own profession, he thought, somewhat self-deprecatingly. Not to mention the magical spells in the Scroll of Oath, their number depends on the prayers and praises that Uriel has memorized. It seems that I know a lot of magic, and it is not easy to distinguish the power of the devil from it.
The conversation downstairs continued. In order to give them enough time, the detective lady was racking her brains to ask various questions. Uriel could hear that Mr. Verner's voice was getting impatient. More than once he tried to kick us out, and the apprentice noticed. This prompted him to rummage around the room, making a little noise.
"It's messy enough here," Wittek reminded.
"We can't come up here and do nothing." Uriel reminded him in turn, "This will be very strange and suspicious. Although at present, it is not certain whether Andrew and Hobson have a direct connection... We also We must take precautions. If he realizes that we are here for another purpose, the answer of searching the room will at least not make them alert in the first place." As far as I know, Hobson is a cautious criminal.
The Sheriff rubbed the back of his head and said, "It seems that my acting skills are not good enough yet." This may be related to his true identity as a nameless person.
After learning that Hobson was also a Nameless One, Uriel suspected that there was a reason why Wittek would not let go of him. Could it be that he has the ability to identify the same kind of fire before it mutates?
Uriel still didn't know the answer to this question. Although Whittaker gave him a certain amount of trust, the Sheriff had already hinted to him when they agreed that before the identity of Whittaker Shazo left the vortex of the murder case, this was "all he knew."
"Can you guess Gunther's magic?" the apprentice tried his best to ask in an unintentional tone.
"Do you know the core magic pattern of the Star Gap?" Wittek shook his head, "It is dangerous for us to reveal our own magic. The power of demons exceeds the magic of professions, and the magic effects of some popular professions are not secrets, so Demons are easy to identify. But Gunther hasn't changed his profession yet... He attacked me in Dead End Alley, and the power made it difficult for me to breathe, and the resistance doubled when I moved. I guess his ability is mostly related to the air."
Magic beyond the mystical profession?
Uriel's hand shook and he almost knocked the stool over. He thought about which of his magics was not given by his profession. Gaia, should I be grateful that my career is unusual?
…
Agatha was indeed a professional detective. She held Andrew Furner back from going upstairs for half an hour. In the end, he only got an excuse because of a sneeze. As soon as the three of them walked onto the street, the detective lady couldn't help but complain about her idea.
"I shouldn't have chosen the living room to ask questions." She rubbed her exposed forearm. "Sir Gaia...for a while, I actually thought that converting to Surte would actually be a good idea."
Mr. Painter's race believed in Him. Uriel stepped forward and walked under the soft moonlight. "Gunther was indeed there," he said, "but he denied that Hobson had any contact with the priest."
“Did our buttoner tell the truth?”
"I don't think so."
"Men are always like this." Agatha stopped moving. She looked around, found an empty bench, and quickly occupied it.
Uriel lost track of the point for a moment: "Has Ms. Bertha been deceived?"
"No, I mean Andrew, this Mr. Verner. Man! Men love to lie in some inexplicable places. They have no idea how much trouble it will cause us."
"What did Andrew say?"
"He said he knew the connection between Hobson and Father Fielding. He assured me of it with all his heart - on an expired indulgence. And he never used his lady's name when he spoke. It was such a pleasure to talk to him. Torture." The detective lady expressed dissatisfaction at first, and then suddenly changed the subject. "But this is also a doubt."
Uriel heard it this time. "He seemed to keep emphasizing how much he hated her."
"Logically speaking, this is not a problem," Wittek said.
"Andrew should hate Hobson more than his wife," the apprentice told him.
"If Andrew was an extremely patriarchal person and his wife Bertha's brother had just started gambling, he could have abandoned her directly." Agatha pointed out, "But he didn't do that. Suppose they were originally in love, but later fell in love with each other. Hobson, the conflict no longer exists after Bertha's death. If a lover I once slept with passed away, no matter how many quarrels we had while she was alive, I could not help but think of her now. The benefits... of course, except for people who are born without conscience."
"There may not be many such people." Wittek muttered.
"But Andrew - before his family affairs were exposed by the newspaper, this maintenance engineer still had a good reputation. Otherwise, the Department of Affairs would not have kept him in the tower. I remember that Chloe's requirements for formal members are both Including one’s own abilities, but also personal qualities.”
Uriel had to admit that she was right. The detective girl seemed to be quite familiar with Croita's rules. She was the first to recognize that she was Joey's apprentice. Uriel had never been treated like this by being recognized at a glance in the tower.
"That's weird," the Sheriff commented, "Why didn't he even spare the deceased? Did he have some collusion with that bastard Hobson?"
"It is possible that Hobson has always been able to get money from him." Miss Poirot fell into deep thought on the bench again.
"There is another direction." Uriel reminded them in a low voice, "Andrew Furner is not rich, but his status is not low. Maybe he will have some relationship with Father Fielding."
"Apart from the close social status, there is currently no other evidence to support this speculation." The apprentice realized that Agatha was looking at him. "Have you noticed, Uriel? Your attention is always unconsciously focused on the church."
Uriel was shocked. "I am also a believer in the goddess," he lied, "so I am more concerned about Father Fielding's case."
Agatha looked at him for a long time. "Men are always like this." She sighed, stood up and said goodbye to him.
"It's time for you to go back and rest, man. Your training instructor will not want to see you late tomorrow morning."
"I can take leave." Uriel blurted out without thinking.
Wittek raised his eyebrows, thinking he was crazy. Uriel knew that they all thought it was difficult for the White Envoy to be accommodating, but in fact it was not the case... But the key is that I can't speak now. Damn it!
The detective lady waved her hands in disbelief and left without looking back. Her high heels clicked on the stone bridge, and the sound was more pleasant than the waves of the Yeyu River. Two people were left standing there at a loss.
The Sheriff shrugged, "I'll go home tonight. Compared to your house, it's a garbage dump." He said regretfully.
It could not be better. Uriel said nothing and quickly caught up with Agatha. The detective lady is currently his neighbor.
…
Third ring area.
It seems that because patrol cavalry rarely come here, there are only a few lights on the streets. The woods were quiet, Uriel and Agatha walked side by side under the moonlight, but they did not feel lucky.
"You have a lot of secrets." The detective said bluntly.
"Everyone has secrets." Uriel gently touched the scroll of oath in his arms and stepped up the stairs. "You have too, Mademoiselle Poirot."
“Secrets make women more feminine.”
"Yes, mystery is always attractive, and the dangerous unknown is also full of charm."
"It can be seen that you have the heart of an adventurer." Agatha said with a smile, "No wonder you don't want to be an astrologer. Compared with adventure, the distance between the stars is too far."
"How do you know——?" Does the whole of Blumnot care about my choice of subject classification?
"Don't forget my job. Senior patrol officers must be mysterious creatures. Obviously, I am also a graduate of the tower. Let me think about it, it seems to have been five years ago. My mentor is Os Lord Wade Sidney."
"It's unbelievable!"
"I like straightforward people." Agatha glanced at him, and the apprentice quickly shut up. "Whether you believe it or not, I am indeed your senior sister."
"Then will Mr. Oswald reduce his classwork for your sake?"
"Not likely," said the detective. "He said that we were his worst apprenticeship. But I suspect that he recorded this sentence in his textbook and reread it every time he turned to the first page."
Uriel felt that he must have arrived too late to hear this scolding. From this point of view, I am the most outstanding apprentice of my mentor.
They parted in front of the red-roofed cabin. At this time, midnight is approaching, the silence flows into the rhythm of sleep, and the moonlight on the floor is like silver frost...
...But it was real frost, and Uriel couldn't help but shudder. He looked up in shock. "Joy?"
At the boundary between the shadow and the moonlight, a familiar figure jumped off the window lattice, sweeping in with the cold wind of the ice. The apprentice had just closed the door when he landed. In any case, Uriel was not happy for Agatha to see his mentor's late-night visit. After all, she had graduated five years ago.
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