Chapter 124

Fors flipped through the calendar on the desk, and took a pen to mark the date of the upcoming full moon.

She made up her mind that when she heard that illusory and terrifying raving, she would chant the honorable name of "The Fool" and go above the gray mist to spend that unbearable time of pain.

"Life is really full of expectations..." She closed the novel in her hand, and was about to turn off the gas street lamp with iron grids embedded on the wall.

At this moment, Forsi's eyes blurred, and she saw the boundless gray fog, the tall figure living in the majestic ancient palace, and a man praying devoutly.

The sound came to her ears, and she almost jumped up, both surprised and happy in her heart:

I have been looking for the "Master of Magic" recipe for many years, and this is how I found it?

I have participated in so many different Extraordinary gatherings, but I have never had a clue of the "Master of Magic" formula, so I found it like this?

And it has not been a week since I put forward the demand!

This, this is the Tarot Club... It really cannot be compared with the gathering of ordinary Beyonders! Fors felt a burst of emotion, endured excitement and joy, and responded cautiously:

"Mr. Fool, is that formula real?"

"Yes." The Fool said flatly on the high-backed chair looking down.

Forsi clenched her fist violently, quietly waved it around her waist twice, and said without much deliberation:

"That's Mister World, right?"

"Please tell him, I will find what he needs as soon as possible."

When the gray fog dissipated and everything was over, Forsi was stunned for two seconds, stood up uncontrollably excited, and paced back and forth in the room.

The solar domain, items that specialize in purification and exorcism...I have only encountered it twice before,

But they were all bought by others, and the other party may not be willing to make another move... Well, at the party held by Mr. A before, Hugh invited a follower of "Eternal Blazing Sun" to perform purification and exorcism rituals. He has at least Sequence 7 and should have Similar items, or have relevant clues... I just don't know how much it will cost. Although Mister "World" promised to make up the difference, I may not be able to get the part that needs to be paid in advance... Foer Si gradually shifted his thoughts to his own financial situation.

She now has 370 pounds in cash, which mainly comes from the premium paid by Viscount Glaint for the "pharmacist" formula. She also has 510 pounds in her bank account, and the sum of the two is close to 900 pounds.

As for a similar item, the expensive one may cost 2,000 pounds, and the cheap one may cost five or six hundred pounds, but it may not be the type that Mister "World" needs... What should I do if I encounter a suitable item and I don't have enough money? Go to the bank for a loan, or look for a loan with a higher interest rate. As long as it goes well, after Mr. World pays the price difference, my debt can be easily paid off...Maybe, I can ask Miss Audrey to borrow money for a few days, she has never cared Money, definitely won't charge any interest... Forsi quickly came up with a package solution.

At this moment, Xio, who took advantage of the night to go to a secluded place outside to exercise his fighting skills, returned to the two-bedroom apartment he rented. Seeing that the light in Forsi's room was still on, he knocked on the door and asked:

"Are you going to stay up all night writing the beginning of a new book?"

"Um, Forsi, you seem very happy, the publishing house has increased your remuneration?"

"No, no, no." Forsi was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I just received a message that seems to be a clue to the 'Master of Magic' potion formula."

"Really? You finally got it!" Xio was completely unaware of Forsi's hidden abnormality.

Seeing how happy her friend was for her, Forsi couldn't help but secretly sighed:

I have become a member of a secret organization, and I have to shoulder the fate of always concealing and deceiving my friends...

Is that one of the costs?

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On Saturday morning, Klein visited the inventor Repard again on Saatchi Street in St. George's District.

Because the bicycle patent has not yet been applied for, he just paid the final payment of 20 pounds, and told the other party not to rush to talk to someone about follow-up investment and cooperation before the patent is actually obtained.

In this regard, Repard deeply agrees. His previous two inventions were defrauded based on the same factor-before he got the patent, the potential investors who were contacted had a clear understanding of the product, so they were kicked out. , Watching the other party bribe the staff, and obtain the patent first.

After leaving Leppard's house, Klein arrived at Isengard Stanton's slightly gloomy house in Hillston at the scheduled time.

Today is the date for the reward for the serial murder case!

Passing through the living room and entering the previous living room, Klein saw two more familiar detectives, Kaslana and Stuart, and sat next to the latter.

"Sherlock, how much reward do you think we will get this time? It shouldn't be less than protecting Yatru. Of course, I don't do much work, and I can get a limited amount. Emperor Roselle said, one point No pains, no gains." Stuart clenched his fists and touched the beard that reached his chin.

Klein guessed with interest:

"The ones that are more may be several hundred pounds, and the ones that are less will not be less than 10 pounds."

And I'm the one with more... If Isengard Stanton is as reputable as he described... Klein added in his heart.

At this time, Essinger, with gray temples and a thin face that was so thin and chiseled, was wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, holding a signature pipe, entered the living room where the fireplace was burning, and sat on his easy chair. Smiled:

"ladies and gentlemen."

"I just came back from the Backlund Police Department. They recognized our contribution and believed that we provided vital help to solve the case."

"Although we did not participate in the follow-up roundup, we can still get half of the reward."

"In other words, we will share 1,000 pounds in cash!"

"In Backlund, this is also a very generous bounty. A single detective has to sleep on the street for four or five years to save it."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and everyone was filled with expectations for their bounty.

Even Klein was no exception, he was guessing how much Isengard would give him.

At least a hundred pounds, right? He whispered silently.

Essinger took a sip of his pipe, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said very contentedly:

"Thank you for your trust in me, I will now make the assignment."

"The biggest contribution this time was Detective Sherlock Moriarty. The few ideas and ideas he provided allowed us to find clues and get on the right track. He is a veritable reasoning expert!"

"Ms. Kaslana can confirm this. I still have a few letters from Detective Moriarty here. Those who doubt it can take a look."

It's fair... He didn't list himself as the biggest contributor... Klein immediately looked at the great detective Isengard Stanton with admiration:

No wonder he's an authority in detective circles!

Seeing that no one raised any objections, Essinger nodded slightly and said:

"I announce that Detective Sherlock Moriarty's reward is 300 pounds!"

With a bang, the detectives in the living room whispered to each other.

They looked up at Klein from time to time, as if they finally got to know this excellent detective who was praised by Mr. Stanton as a reasoning expert.

What a generous and fair person... Klein opened his mouth, but he didn't have any humility in the end.

The bounties ranked second were Essinger himself and Kaslana. They each took 160 pounds. The rest of the detectives relied on different contributions to share the remaining 380 pounds. Among them, the lowest was 15 pounds. It is equivalent to their usual income of three or four weeks, which is the benefit of high rewards for big cases.

Stuart, who got 40 pounds, was very satisfied, because he felt that he had only observed for two days, and the object of the observation was not the suspect who was locked later.

Of course, he also had to pay part of the 40 pounds—the informants and helpers involved in this matter must all be taken care of.

After distributing the bounty, Stuart suddenly remembered something, took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, and said to Klein:

"Sherlock, I recently accepted a very lucrative job hunting mission. You mobilize your resources and help me pay attention. If I can find it, I will not lose your share."

"Okay, no problem." Klein replied indifferently.

Stuart handed over the paper in his hand and said:

"This is the man who has been missing for nearly two weeks."

"Because of his own involvement with indiscretion or some degree of crime, the client does not want us to ask the police for help."

Klein nodded slightly, unfolded the paper, and saw a rubbed black and white photo:

It was a man with his hair combed back obliquely, with a bit of chic in his seriousness.

He is about 27 or 28 years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance, but there is undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

"By the way, his name is..." Stuart recalled, "Emlyn White."

Emlyn White... Klein suddenly turned his head and looked at Stuart:

"what?"

Isn't that the name of the vampire imprisoned in the basement by Father Utravsky?

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In Duke Negan's mansion, Audrey, who was invited to the afternoon tea party, was a little bored listening to her mother and Duchess Della chatting about some matters between the nobles.

Her eyes swept over the exquisite three-tiered tray, and the uniquely shaped muffins and cakes and other delicious items. Feeling that she had indulged her appetite recently, she just lightly picked up the teacup and sipped the black tea.

After a while, she apologized and got up, accompanied by the maid, went to the bathroom.

As soon as she came out, she met a tall, graceful middle-aged lady with slender eyebrows.

This is exactly the sister of the Duchess Della, wife of a hereditary viscount, Lady Norma.

After saluting each other, Norma looked at Audrey, smiled lightly and said:

"I heard that our beautiful girl is very interested in occultism?"

Speaking of occultism, could it be that someone from the Psychological Alchemists came to test me? Audrey instantly switched to the "Mind Reader" state, bowed her head embarrassedly and replied:

"Yes."