When Helen saw Roma, the little lion was poking at the skin with arrows sadly. "What?" She asked Agatha directly, "When she talked to me on the phone before, this girl wanted me to fly over."
"I'm just telling her the truth, Your Excellency. Something about the witchcraft of your destiny."
What the witch thought of was the "gatekeeper"'s evaluation of Roma. Yes, I can't let her grow up on her own, how can I ignore her! She doesn't even understand the witchcraft of the Harp Seat.
"Mystery does not mean omnipotence." She rubbed the little lion's golden hair. "I need to know someone's fate before I can use witchcraft to immobilize him. Since the nightingale can break free, it means that our understanding of him is still superficial. surface."
"But we arrested him just to confirm his identity!"
"Oh, indeed, he has nothing to do with us." The detective shrugged.
The little lion glared at her, then asked Helen: "Then do you think he is the Black Knight?"
"The devil definitely wants me to die." The witch told her, "but it will never be so laborious. There is another assassin. I chose the disaster of the undead two hundred years ago and used history as a guide to eliminate most similar interference... …It turns out that this fate has nothing to do with the undead.”
"Maybe there are devilish methods."
This is not a means, Helen thought, this is logic. If the people of Knox still remember that the Black Knight is a participant in the Catastrophe of the Undead, then the direction of fate is reliable. You laymen have no idea.
"In fact, there are observations in the astronomy room that prove that the Black Knight appeared in the Kingdom of Glorious Parliament." She gave another evidence. "While you were interrogating Slug, he was busy beating the shit out of Jessera Putrid."
"Why do you remember Slug?" Roma refused to stop. "No one else can see it."
"Abloz is the border of order, and many mysteries will fail here. Jerome opened the door slightly so that the power of the ladder could leak to Hokolin." Helen had no intention of explaining these common sense to her. "Can you see it?" she asked Agatha.
"I'm afraid not, Your Excellency. I have asked the locals, and they will also be affected by the mystery. However, I know more about the inside story, and it will be faster to get rid of the influence."
In this case, Helen went straight to the topic: "The Ministry of Foreign Affairs' investigation results show that the Huoklin Detection Station has no stationmaster. The predecessor died in a mysterious power incident. The locals have been waiting for the Affairs Department to send a successor."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
"Is it ignored, or not at all?"
"No." The results were interesting. "In fact, Slug was the lover of a local nobleman and lived in a manor in the East City. The servants said that she had been missing for half a month, but before the nobleman came to the door, no one asked about her whereabouts. Hell, she even Not even a mythical creature.”
"Is her name Slug?"
"No. It's another name. But it doesn't matter."
"Yes." The detective raised an eyebrow, "Nightingale stole her identity, her sense of existence and her skin. The name is not important anymore. Maybe Slug is the name of Nightingale herself."
"There was no Silversong Knight named Slug during the Ancestors period." Helen pointed out, "Our direction was completely wrong. The other party was not for the Silversong Knights, but for other reasons."
"He claims not to be favored by the 'winner'. So, he is a devil." The little lion interjected.
"I asked Uilosnis about this."
"Ghost?" Roma obviously didn't believe it.
There is no doubt that it is some necessary but cruel means. Helen tried not to think about the expertise of the inquisitors, who tried their best... but it was Helen herself who got the results. She threatened to undo the fateful witchcraft that had been cast on the Demon Princess, and the guy immediately told her the truth. What a hell! This whole ordeal seemed to be designed to deal with me.
"She could vaguely detect him." Helen told them. "Ghosts are good at hiding, but it was the Black Knight who really confirmed the existence of this person. Uilosnis was his subordinate and was ordered by him to find him. Something."
"Looking for something? What does this mean?"
"We are looking for objects that prove the existence of 'Slug'." Before the witch spoke, the detective had already given the answer. "So, even the Devil's Association doesn't know his identity."
"That's it. A person who doesn't exist." Helen sighed, "It feels so strange that such a person who has no connection with the world wants my life."
Agatha shook her head. "This is not true, Your Excellency. He must have some kind of need before he would act on it. Need is also a kind of connection."
"But he has to hide his actions in someone else's skin." The little lion pointed out.
"That can also be explained this way." The detective said calmly, "The enemy of a certain winner obtained a mysterious item. He has been isolated from the world since then and cannot be discovered by anyone. However, he cannot affect others and can only wear the clothes of others. The skin appears. When he throws away his coat, he becomes invisible again, and all traces he leaves behind lose their sense of existence at the same time.”
A smile formed on her lips. "Yes, this person is most likely a demon, because the nameless ones can sense each other through fire. But he is probably not a member of the association, otherwise, he would not have sent the Demon Princess to us."
The detective snapped his fingers. "Oh, at this point, you already understand, don't you?"
There was silence. Roma lowered his head and played with the arrow feathers, straightening their fine hairs one by one with his claws. Helen glanced at her adoptive father holding a hoe outside the window, and regretted not dragging him along to listen to the report. "This is my own business." She declared, "You don't need to worry about it. Especially you, Jerome, don't let Grandpa Prophet tell me my destiny anymore!" These words are really full of confidence, but the result is Always unsatisfactory.
"Tell her, Agatha." The witch coughed, "Roma also helped."
"He came to assassinate Uilosnis," the detective said. "The Demon Princess can catch his tail, and she is not a demon herself. She is likely to cooperate with us. This guy led her into the trap in the tower. This guy Didn’t expect we would capture her alive.”
The little lion's eyes widened: "So he was fooled today!"
"That's it. Those who wish will take the bait."
"It's amazing, Agatha." Helen sighed, "You almost caught him." The tower relied on astrology for too long, but it failed at the hands of a nightingale. Now it finally has an clue, and it's all thanks to Agatha. Gaza's help. This man's wisdom and methods are truly astounding. "She is worthy of being the detective queen of the Floating Cloud City."
"This is my duty, Your Excellency."
Helen has decided to reward her. "I heard that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is going to set up a law enforcement team to clean up moral integrity."
The person receiving the reward was not overjoyed. "Bloody hell," Agatha whispered, "has word spread, Your Excellency?"
"Not yet. I'm also a member of the Destiny Gathering. Although Larson often doesn't arrange work for me, I still have to participate when they discuss important matters." The witch laughed at herself. "I don't like Dean Rubin's statement. He seems to believe that there are nightingales in other Fulcrums in the tower, and they must be captured. If you ask me, if some nightingales are more capable than our own people, they might as well stay They work as laborers.”
Agatha didn't respond. The little lion Roma glanced at the detective: "The counterexample is right in front of us, Helen. This is a capable person. Compared with her, what is so good about an assassin?"
I'm reminding her, you stupid little brat. Do you think I like assassins? "No matter what, you are the most fair police officer I have ever seen, Agatha. The truth is your weapon." Helen said, "Of course, if what happened back then made you unhappy, you can also refuse. It's up to you. .”
The little lion didn't understand: "What happened back then?"
"I understand, sir." The detective quickly moved on from the topic. "Thank you for your kindness, but I would rather stay with the Sheriff's Department."
"Okay, so what else do you want?"
"A long vacation?" the detective asked cautiously.
Helen couldn't help but smile. "It's not enough," she said decisively. "At least twenty years' bonus and the treatment of an envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. But you don't need to be stationed in the field, Agatha, do what you like in Bloomnot. That’s good.”
Agatha's eyes were as wide as Roma's. Maybe she didn't expect me to let her go, the witch thought.
"How is it? Are you satisfied, ma'am?"
The answer is obvious. "Very satisfied. If you encounter similar troubles in the future, I will be happy to help." The detective patted his chest and said, "I will never be late."
…
Going south is much easier than before. I don’t know if it’s due to the influence of the demon hunting movement. But when she returned to the trading place of the "Inspiration Society", there were only four disabled or stupid gatekeepers left here, and the depression needed no description. Seeing Della, they laughed and picked up their weapons, the blades flashing brightly in front of their eyes.
"This is a private place, kid. Come back and forth wherever you go. Come on!"
"I am a member of the society." Della turned out the blue envelope, but her palms were all sweaty.
With the creak of the door closing, a cripple checked her number. "Long time no see, Mr. de la Cincena. I didn't expect you to be still alive."
"You recognize me?"
"That's what it says on the envelope," he said.
Della couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat. The society usually uses numbers as identities. When she suddenly heard her name, she could only maintain her composure.
As a result, the other party handed her a stack of envelopes, and the seals were not only blue. "Your mailbox is full."
I see. But who will send me a letter? "Patience." She only read the latest letter and couldn't help but read the name. "The alliance's caravan has left. Tekapo and Nimue are safe. The dwarves have returned to Molten Iron City and will no longer participate in alliance affairs."
It was difficult for Della to deny that she had her own reasons for this, but if she said that she betrayed the alliance to deliver news to the school, that was simply not true. Anyway, I just thought about it and didn't actually do it. Queen Sita's accusations made her angry, not to mention that the other party used her as an excuse to cover up their breach of contract. What a coward! Can saints be afraid of demons?
"Nimue? Of course I thank her." Della felt a little uncomfortable when he asked. After all, the frost giant had no choice but to hand her over to the devil. If I were caught by the Oath Keepers, I would be burned to death by the hunters. "If I am a Fulcrum member, I have nothing to be afraid of. Don't you understand yet? The fairness of the order is for you, not for me."
"..."
"The president is not here," the guard said, "Why did you come back? Everyone else has escaped."
"Escape?" The psychic frowned.
"Daisy Weaver brought a hunter, did you know that?"
"That wasn't that long ago..."
"Now the Public Security Bureau has released her." The guard waved his hand.
Della was startled. "What?"
"A person who survived the demon hunter's torture rack." The cripple chuckled, "Have you never seen one?"
"What happened?" Before Della left the academy, Daisy Weaver had been sentenced to death.
There was a squeaking sound. "There are many things." He pointed behind him, "It's better to let her tell you in person."
She barely remembered what the woman looked like. Although the Inspiration Society is not very large, it is generally controlled by several local families, and the Weaver family is one of them. These families are not aristocratic, but they have a long history and a large number of people. New people join the society from generation to generation. Della had only seen Daisy Weaver in the newspaper, and that was because she was arrested by a demon hunter.
But the woman in front of me was so energetic and cheerful. Her eyes are big and bright, her cheeks are plump and rosy, and her lips are blood red and translucent. She is undoubtedly wearing heavy makeup. Two strands of golden wavy hair hang down in front of her cheekbones, and her ears are heavily dotted with silver rings. She held a jeweled cane high near the door beam and was draped in a gorgeous robe with lace sleeves that almost touched the floor. The scholar's emblem she wore on her chest was buried in a large complex of thick embroidery patterns, and Della almost didn't see it.
"Who's back?" Daisy Weaver asked in a condescending tone, but one of her front teeth was missing.
"Mr. de la Cincena," said the cripple. "He has a token and a lot of letters."
The woman studied her. "I don't recognize you. But you seem to recognize me. It seems you are a member of the academy."
It is not difficult to judge that something unexpected happened in the society. Della wanted to know what was going on: "I'm here to see the president, Ms. Weaver. Why is no one here at the Society? Where is the president?"
"Is that all? I think you have other questions."
This is obvious. But when she came face to face with Daisy Weaver, Della knew that some things were better discussed in private. "Congratulations, Ms. Weaver," the psychic said cautiously.
"..."
Daisy grinned. "Sincere congratulations, this is my first encounter, even if you don't understand anything. Gods bless you, Sinsena. Ask. I will tell you everything. I will."
"Have the achievements of the Inspiration Society been legal...recognized?" she blurted out. The person who was caught and sentenced by the demon hunter actually reappeared. There were many possibilities, and Della could only think of the changes in the situation. If the Inspiration Society forms an alliance with the local nobles, its status will naturally change drastically.
"..."
Unexpectedly, these words inspired Uriel to rebuke. That was weird, and Della didn't understand what he meant. I'm afraid he doesn't understand the Inspiration Society, which is just an organization of scholars. She became slightly wary, but couldn't help complaining that she was thinking too much.
"Of course." Daisy Weaver told her, "The Inspiration Society is now a formal discussion gathering of scholars. All results obtained will be reviewed by the chief alchemist, and those who pass will be published on the newspaper headlines!"
"Headline?" Della repeated cautiously.
"It's absolutely true," she assured.
The lame man let out a series of low, sinister laughter. "It's absolutely true!" he repeated. "It's absolutely true."
Della frowned and looked at him, wondering why this person could listen here or even interrupt. Everything was far from what she remembered.
"What's your number, sir?" Daisy asked.
"11776." Della said. "Psychic."
"You're here to submit a manuscript, right? I know you're here to do this. Recently, few people are submitting manuscripts. Leave the manuscript to me, Sinsena."
Things are finally back on track. Contribute. Auditor. Weaver family. Yes, this is the correct way to learn to operate. I have only been away for a few years, and the Inspiration Society has a history of more than ten years, not to mention the Weaver family.
Della regained some composure, "Are you an auditor?"
"Now I am in charge of the Weaver family. According to the society's regulations, my relatives are responsible for collecting the results, do you remember?"
The lame man was happy again. He was literally leaning forward and backward. "Relatives!" he cried, "that's right!"
The man was not in his right mind, Della decided. I'd better leave early. But before leaving, she still handed the ejected papers to Daisy Weaver. In any case, this person is the society administrator, thesis reviewer, and the only normal guy here. She already realized that she could not find the president here.
"..."
Della barely dared to look back as she fled back to the street. She intuitively felt that someone was watching her behind her back, and it was probably the cripple. Della just walked forward. She walked quickly and said nothing. When she looked up, she found that the hotel she entered the city was not far ahead. But before heading straight to her luggage, she suddenly noticed a newspaper office on her right.
I have to verify it. "Give me a newspaper." She grabbed the waiter, but the boy broke away in panic.
At this moment, Della realized that her appearance was much more oppressive than before. With a glance, she could see the top of his head and the center of his head. With just a slight tug, it would be enough to drag most mortals to the ground. I grew taller and stronger, but the novel experience also brought trouble.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry," she compensated.
The newspapers came quickly, but Della had no money to pay. I should ask Daisy Weaver for the final draft, she thought, resignedly reaching into her pocket.
Thankfully, it contained coins. She turned over the cover and read at a glance, "Washemouth Coliseum opens today? Where are the achievements of the society?"
The boy counted the money and raised his head: "You mean the Inspiration Society, sir? There was news about it a few days ago. An earth-shattering event! Don't miss it."
It couldn't be more amazing than what I achieved. Della was very confident about this: "Just tell me, I will pay the bill."
"No money for old news, sir." The coin slipped into his pocket, and the newsboy tightened the drawstring with satisfaction. "The Public Security Bureau made a major mistake in handling the case and mistakenly treated the witness as a criminal. But the gods have eyes. This poor witness happened to be a member of the 'Inspiration Society'..."
"Daisy Weaver," Della interrupted, "She was exonerated?"
"More than that. She took the lead in solving the case. In order to make up for the unfair injustice suffered by Daisy, the patriarch of the Weaver family abdicated and gave her a medal with his own hands."
"What's going on here?" Della suddenly became curious.
"The Public Security Bureau arrested the wrong person, what else can we do?" the newsboy asked, "You are an outsider and don't know the situation here." He sniffed. "Look, there are no lords in this damn place. The pioneer knights don't care. Even the Public Security Bureau is formed by a joint effort of prominent families. It can't be considered fair. The ancestor of the Weaver family came here as a refugee, and the nobles looked down upon him. He just ordered the demon hunter to arrest a weak woman."
It turns out that what the cripple said was true. Daisy Weaver survived the death sentence and became an auditor of the Inspiration Society as a blessing in disguise. Della breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, she is still the patriarch of the Weaver family. What a lucky man.
Now that she has the upper hand, my paper may be unimpeded. Della was planning to give her some gifts to settle the matter and avoid any complications. She was very familiar with these things.
The newsboy left her where she was and went to find new business. Della Sinsena returned to the hotel, drank coffee for a while in the dining room, and did not go upstairs until late afternoon.
But when she asked the clerk to prepare hot water, Uriel reminded her to take care of the injury.
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