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[I went on a blind date today, and the woman asked without saying a word, "Do you have a room?"]

[I was prepared for this, and smiled brightly: "I've already opened it, let's go."]

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Chapter 67 Chapter 65 Investigating Bwonsamdi

Syl, who turned back into a doctor, began to clean up the mess in the room.

From wallpaper to bed sheets, as long as it is flammable, it will inevitably be stained with a layer of burnt yellow.

Fortunately, the bags and wallets that contained the materials seemed to be relatively resistant to this kind of burning, and there were no traces of burns at all.

Naturally, the Soviet pounds and materials in it are also quite a bit.

"I'm going to lose money this time... I don't know how much I will lose..." Syl looked at her wallet with some distress, but fortunately, the check worth 5000 Soviet pounds made her I feel a little better.

This amount of money is enough to buy a moderately large manor outside Suramar City and live a leisurely and prosperous life in it.

But obviously, all kinds of sudden events and the gaze of a powerful being did not make Searle think of being a salted fish.

After counting the damaged items, Searle went downstairs and called the hotel owner up.

The boss first followed Syl up with a puzzled face. After she saw the scene in the room, her puzzled expression immediately turned into surprise and dissatisfaction.

Finally, when she saw the 5 sous in Syl's hand, all her unhappiness dissipated, and she accepted the 5 sous with joy on her face, which made Syl wonder if she had given too much.

Think of it as spending money to eliminate disasters, 5 sous pounds is really not a lot of money for Searle now.

"Little girl, thank you so much this time. You are such a good person." The boss said to Searle with a smile while cleaning up the burnt things in the room.

"You're welcome." Syl replied with a smile.

Even through the mask, the boss still felt Searle's kindness. She rolled up the burnt one and took it away. When she returned to the room, Searle had disappeared.

"Huh..." After confirming that the room was indeed empty, the boss breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "What happened...how did this room burn like this... ..."

"Forget it..." The boss shook his head, and decided to keep this matter in his heart, as if it never happened, at least he had already received compensation.

As long as you stay safe and don't get involved in anything...I always feel that in recent years, there have been more and more news about weird abilities.This is the true inner thought of most ordinary people.

Not knowing that the boss had made up so many things in his brain, Syl had already left the hotel.

Of course, before Syl left, he quickly turned into a clown, picked up the bag of materials, and then turned back into a doctor and left.

In fact, when Seale picked up the bag on the table, he deliberately held the leg of the table with his hand.

But after turning back into a doctor, only the bag in the clown's hand disappeared, but the table did not disappear.

Seale speculated that it might be impossible to carry items that exceed the composition of the card. Something as big as a table must not work.

Syl, who was walking on the street, began to think about a question.

There are two options before Searle. First, go to the newspaper office to find out who published the information last night; second, use the identity of a doctor to go to Bwonsamdi's mansion again to inquire about The message behind that portrait.

Intuition told Seale that if he could investigate the doctor's information clearly, it would be of vital help to his investigation.

Moreover, I had to take this opportunity to inquire about Barlow Bwonsamdi's outlet, and ask him his views on the frantic exploitation of workers in the West District of Ibiza.

After all, this matter is directly related to whether he can complete the task of [The Fall of Ibiza], and how to do it.

Going to Bwonsamdi, you can find clues to the mission, test Bwonsamdi's identity, and even call him to find out why he was reported by the newspaper... After much deliberation, there must be a trip there.

Thinking of this, Searle walked quickly towards the Duke area.

The number of people on the street has gradually increased. Since his identity has been published in the newspaper, Searle is a little worried that he will be recognized as he walks.

Following the route that the carriage drove before, Seale quickly followed his memory to the Blessing Avenue in Duke District.

Huyou Avenue is a semi-circle that wraps the Queen's District, so it is not easy to find the wrong house when looking for a house.

Syl quickly found Bwonsamdi's mansion, and the two guards at the gate seemed to be the same as yesterday.

After they saw Syl, they immediately gave a knightly salute respectfully, and then asked in a low voice, "Master Silver Crow, I'm going to inform Master Bwonsamdi..."

As one of the guards said, he trotted towards the mansion, for fear of neglecting Syl.

It seems that the fact that "Master Silver Crow cured the eldest lady" has already spread throughout the mansion.

Syl also held his breath and stood outside waiting. Within a minute, he saw the tall and thin Barlow running over from a distance.

It was the big feathers on his shawl that made his running look extraordinarily funny, like a big black moth flying towards him.

"Master Silver Crow! Oh... I thought it would be difficult for me, Bwonsamdi, to meet you again in this life." Barlow's tone was a little exaggerated, "Please, Lord Silver Crow. Would you like to come here today?" Yes......"

"Follow up." Searle didn't speak, but followed Bwonsamdi.

Bwonsamdi, who was walking in front, turned most of her body sideways, and said as she walked, "I'm really sorry to bother you, the little girl is in very good health, and the most important thing is... I can see her smile Yes. Thanks to Lord Silver Crow."

"Where does Lord Silver Crow live now? If you don't mind, I can help you buy a permanent residence in Duke District. This is my little favor."

Buying a Duke Area Home?

The Duke area is quiet and heavily guarded. Almost every house is a detached villa.

The most important thing is that it is close to the Queen's District, not that you can buy it with money.It can be said that Barlow really spent all his money and wants to thank Syl.

But when Searle heard this, the first thing he thought of was not a house, but an opportunity.A chance to find out what Barlow thinks of Ibiza.

Syl pretended not to care, and said casually:

"I don't have a fixed place to live, and I usually only stay where I and doctors are most needed."

"Uh...where is it?" Barlow was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously.

"Ibiza District." Syl said lightly, "I lost my arm due to wrong operation of the equipment, died suddenly after working for a long time, and jumped off the building due to salary arrears... There are too many injured waiting for me. "

When Barlow heard this, he seemed to have tripped over something. He staggered a bit, and after regaining his footing, he said:

"In fact, I also feel sympathy for what happened to those workers..."

Barlow glanced left and right, "But I have nothing to do, those factories are mine in name only, and I have no actual control."

"How to put it... like a scapegoat who can be thrown away at will?"

When he said this, Barlow's expression was full of helplessness, and he didn't seem to be lying.

Chapter 68 Chapter 66 [Circulation] Witch

"I'm not interested in these, I'm only interested in how to help others." Syl shook his head, as if he didn't care what Barlow said.

Although he cared a lot, he had to pretend he didn't care.

"As expected of Lord Silver Crow, you have always been so warm-hearted." Speaking of this, Barlow seemed to be interested in the conversation. He led Syl towards the living room while he said, "I heard from my father that great-grandfather He's just a down-and-out aristocrat living in poverty, with only a small piece of territory left."

"The successive years of natural disasters have caused almost all the citizens to run away, and my great-grandfather also contracted the plague and some other diseases that year... But fortunately, I met Lord Silver Crow who was passing by the territory at that time. You also know the matter, you cured my great-grandfather."

"Even the skin that festered on his body due to the plague has been healed. Do you remember what you said at the time? You said... because you saw my great-grandfather's face so pissed, It looked uncomfortable, so it was cured."

"But I know, this is just an excuse from Lord Silver Crow not to make others feel too grateful, just like Lord Silver Crow, after you cured my daughter, you also received a symbolic 5000 sous pounds. You don't like others very much. Does it feel like I owe you a favor?"

Hearing this, the eyelids under Syl's mask unconsciously twitched, but he still nodded calmly, "I don't like to have anything to do with others."

Searle just wanted to find an excuse to leave and take the money before leaving, but Barlow made it up in just one night.

But that's fine too, the provincial Searle explained himself.

After bringing Syl to the living room and letting Syl sit on a chair with a bit of rococo style, Barlow slightly lowered his head towards Syl: "The little girl is still upstairs, I will let people treat her like this." She called down..."

Barlow walked out of the living room and ordered a maid to call Pei Er down. Then Barlow returned to the living room and sat on the chair opposite Syl.

In order not to let the atmosphere fall into silence at this time, Barlow tried his best to find topics, so as not to make Lord Silver Crow feel neglected.

"Hmm..." Barlow was thinking about what to talk about, he glanced at the corner of his eyes, and suddenly saw something, and said with a smile, "Master Silver Crow, are you interested in what happened after my great-grandfather?" ? All this is bestowed upon you."

Barlow's topic was obviously brought to the point, and it happened to be the question Syl wanted to ask clearly.

"Let's talk, I'm also very interested in what happened to the people I rescued." Syl reached out and unbuttoned his mask, took off the mask, and brushed back his long silver-gray hair with his hands a bit.

"After being cured by you, my great-grandfather seems to have undergone a big change in his attitude towards the whole life. He found a former friend, borrowed a large sum of money, recruited refugees again, built a territory, and became a well-received The beloved Lord Bwonsamdi..."

Barlow seemed to be quite proud of this, he stood up, walked towards the closet, pointed to the engraved copper plate on the closet and said: "Look, this is the copper relief carved by a sculptor to praise my great-grandfather. ...how expressive the expression on it is."

"And this date, 1453, is the year you cured my great-grandfather and the beginning of his new life, which he specially asked the sculptor to add."

"There is also the biography of my grandfather," Barlow took down a book placed on the fireplace, walked to Syl and handed it to her, "If you don't mind, you can read it, it's all written by my grandfather Biography, which should record the encounter between great-grandfather and you."

The biography written on a thin piece of parchment does not seem to have many words. Searle reached out to take the biography and flipped through it.

It's not long, and Searle quickly turns to a page about 1453...  

[In 1453, my father finally died of illness. His incompetence has caused the people in the territory to break up, wives and wives torn apart. Now that I can take over this responsibility, I must revive the territory. 】

[In 1455, the recruited refugees all had stable residences in the territory, and the plague was also dealt with by the church because of a large donation of money.The current Bwonsamdi Territory is a veritable ideal utopia...]

In 1453, his father died?

Barlow's grandfather's father, great-grandfather, died in that year?

Didn't Barlow say that his great-grandfather met him that year, and he saved him?Is this a lie?

Searle threw the book on the round table in front of him, quickly stretched his arms into the windbreaker, pinched the scalpel against his waist, and asked coldly, "What do you mean? Your great-grandfather died in 1453."

"Damn... what are you kidding, Master Silver Crow?" Barlow's expression seemed a little confused, and he asked a little puzzled, "My father told me that you saved my great-grandfather, How could my great-grandfather die? He almost lived until I was born..."

As Barlow said, he reached out and picked up the biography, and read it carefully.

Looking at it, Barlow's expression began to look wrong.

"In 1453...died? Great-grandfather, Roca Bwonsamdi, dead? Incompetent..."

Barlow's expression was dull, as if he didn't quite understand all of this.