Mystery: Days and Nights of Struggle with the Research Society

Chapter 173 Trading

Ah this.

Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling like he wanted to vomit.

He flipped through the page of letter paper at the back and found that it was a detailed description of the method of summoning the messenger. According to Suya's letter, most of this knowledge came from Mr. Azik, and a small part came from the books he collected at home. Supplement found.

Klein read the letter and carefully put it away.

Although he is still at Sequence 8 and has not yet reached the time to summon a messenger, when he is promoted to the middle Sequence, this knowledge will come in handy.

but

"Is Suya's messenger the little fox I saw yesterday?" Klein murmured to himself, feeling a little enlightened.

——He was preparing to rest last night, but found that the little black cat Moran was missing. He searched around but couldn't find it. At this time, he heard the familiar voice of prayer again.

So Mr. Fool, who was still in the entrepreneurial stage, had to temporarily put down what he was doing, and diligently came above the gray fog to start working overtime. It was at that time that he saw Suya and the snow-white delicate little one in front of him. fox.

Of course, he also witnessed the rare overturn of a classmate who had always been mysterious, knowledgeable and powerful. This also made him deeply remember one thing - if two spiritual creatures are summoned at the same time, he wants to If you leave one of them behind and only send back the other, don't cancel the summoning ritual directly, otherwise.

Thinking of Su Ya's expression that he saw from above the gray fog last night, Klein couldn't help but smile and recorded the incident in a notebook prepared for a certain classmate who had a bad taste.

"It seems that the fox is Su Ya's final messenger, but I didn't expect that 'The Fool' could be used as a witness to the contract. So can I try this method when I summon the messenger in the future? I think it's okay. Give it a try”

Klein put the box away and reached out to pick up the quiet kitten. His mind was racing with countless thoughts.

"Miwu——" The little black cat Moran squatted obediently on Klein's arm, raised a front paw and pressed the top hat tightly tied to his head, raised his head and called him softly.

"Huh? Moran, are you hungry? Speaking of which, what should you eat? Chicken breast? Dried fish? Cat food? Well, by the way, does Backlund in this world sell finished cat food?" Ryan looked at the little black cat's round brown eyes, murmured quietly, and walked to the kitchen with it in his arms.

on Monday.

Backlund, East District, outside a townhouse located in a narrow alley.

A short man with messy shoulder-length yellow hair, wearing a traditional knight training uniform, and an indescribable sense of majesty stood outside the villa gate, pacing hesitantly.

He looks to be less than [-] meters tall, relatively short, with a thick yellow beard on his face, but if you look closely, you can see that his eyebrows are relatively green, his skin is fair, and his facial features look quite delicate and soft, making him There's something strangely incongruous about the beard on his face.

"According to the address in the letter, it should be here." The short man stood hesitantly under the green vine-covered exterior wall of the townhouse. He looked up at this house, which could be considered a top-notch house in the East District, and hesitated. After a while, he stepped forward, raised his right hand, and knocked on the door a few times in a unique rhythm.

squeak-

Following this action, the door of the villa seemed to have been waiting for a long time. With his knocking, the door opened directly back. The short man pursed his lips, grasped the three-edged thorn he carried with him, and carefully pushed the door. , step inside slowly.

"Welcome, Miss Dill." A gentle male voice sounded in the short man's ears, causing his expression to turn serious instantly, like a lion with explosive fur.

"Who are you?" "You're too nervous." The owner of the voice snapped his fingers. In an instant, several candlelights lit up in the dimly lit villa, illuminating the entire living room. The appearance of the owner sitting inside was revealed.

This is a tall man. His long, slightly curly silver-white hair is combed back by a black rope. His softer face is mostly covered by a snow-white mask, with only a pair of blue eyes exposed. But it can be vaguely seen that the other party does not seem to be too old.

The man was wearing a snow-white cloak with a faint silver mysterious mark on it. Under the cloak was a silver-gray priest's robe. A pair of exquisitely made boots were exposed at the hem of the robe. Xio's sharp eyes even recognized that there were even some embroidery on them. Decorated with some precious gems.

Is this a nobleman? Hugh Dilcha looked at the other person warily, glanced at the man's rather exquisite clothes, and commented in his mind.

But why would a nobleman hide his identity and send her such a commission letter? Are you planning to meet in the East District? This is really unreasonable.

Xio, who was once a young lady from an earl family, is very aware of the habits of most of the young nobles in Backlund. Some of them may be gentle and enthusiastic like Miss Audrey and Viscount Greenlight, or some may pursue excitement and long for the extraordinary, but they are definitely No one would go so far as to directly ask an extraordinary person like her to meet in the East End, which is 'dirty and dangerous' for nobles.

This is completely unreasonable.

"Miss Arbitrator, I think my identity has nothing to do with this commission." The masked man slightly raised his lips and smiled, pointing in the direction of her free hand. nod.

Xio stared at him, nodded slowly, spread out his free left hand, and handed the folded note in his hand to the man.

"I haven't found any more information about the traces of 'Hurricane Lieutenant General' Qilingers. This is the recent disappearance of the Backlund homeless man that I asked someone to investigate, but I haven't been able to find more specific information. More." Xio pursed her lips and continued.

"After all, I'm just an arbitrator, not a detective."

"You've done a good job." The man wearing a snow-white mask took the note without any surprise, scanned the information on it, and explained casually.

"Qilingos has the ability to transform into other people. The portrait can only be used as a reference, so I can only entrust it to someone like you who knows the 'local snakes' better."

"So." Xio looked up at him, with some expectation in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't regret the reward I promised you." The man smiled, took out a small stack of banknotes, a note and a wooden box from his arms, and placed them on the table.

"This is the reward promised to you, 450 pounds." The man pushed the banknotes, then pointed at two other things, and added, "This is the Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion formula. What is in that box is The stomach of a soul eater.”

"You can choose one of them as reward."

　Not surprisingly, this is the last chapter before I finish the exam.

　　Daily updates will resume next month!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)