Super Dimensional Wizard

Chapter 1300 Letter from Detective

In the dark room, a black shadow sits in the dark.

Sitting alone.

There are only repeated whispers in the air: "No... why not?"

Just then, the light suddenly rose. Like a dark closed world, a hole was made by a person, and the wall outside the hole shone in, and it also shined into a dark and gloomy soul.

The black shadow looked up, but the source of the light was because the door was opened, and a man wearing a white bear doll, carrying a dim light oil lamp, came in.

The light of the flame in the oil lamp dispelled the darkness. With the footsteps of the hustle and bustle, I finally stopped in front of the shadow.

"Red-haired adult." The low voice came from the mouth of the white bear.

The light then shines in front of the black shadow, and the flamboyant red hair, in the dim light, flashes with brilliance.

"How come you?" The voice of Xiu Yisi was a little hoarse.

White Bear: "I have seen the alchemy of the adults returning, and I have never been to move again, I thought..." Perhaps the investigation has been completed nearby.

The white bear did not say anything, and Isis understood it naturally.

"No, I haven't found any energy fluctuations within the limits of the alchemy's ability to control." Reuss: "He is not nearby."

The white bear also guessed the result. He hesitated for a moment: "What should I do now? My sister, she..."

Even with the stimulation of the white bear, but without Roland, over time, Eurica's already gentle mood has become mad again. Last night, he escaped from the exile space and made waves in the manor. However, it was stunned by Sanders.

There was a silence in the air, and the flame in the oil lamp of the white bear kept swaying, and the light and shadow of the handsome face of Xiu Yisi was clearly defined.

Suyes indulged for a long while, and finally sighed softly.

"No way, it seems that only to find the magical lord to help. Hobson, you can help me inform the illusion of the Lord and ... Anger, will meet in the hall."

......

A horseshoe flew outside the town of Gru, a knight in a black armor, wrapped in the dust, came to the Pat Manor.

On the side of the Black Knight, the current guardian of the town of Gru: Jordan.

"Are you sure this letter was not handed over to the Viscount?" Jordan looked puzzled at the high-ranking horse knight, who claimed to be from Watford and sent a letter.

"Yes, the client asked me to hand it over to a nobleman named Anger." The black knight was wearing a helmet, and the squeaking voice came from the gap in the helmet.

"Isn't Master Pat has returned to the manor? Why didn't I get the news?" Jordan whispered a little, seeing the black knight look over, he nodded: "Well, I went knocking."

In the original hall, Anger exchanged his experience with Lyon. Bud fluttered his wings to the hall and told him that a knight had sent a letter.

After a long while, Angel saw the dark knight who came with Jordan in the hall.

When the Cavaliers saw him, he took a chest-shoulder and presented the letters with his hands in strict knight movements.

Angel had some doubts, who would send him a letter, and when he saw the lacquer on the letter, he suddenly realized.

The pattern on the lacquer seal is a pipe look with a row of swashes.

The previous acronym Anger could not be identified, but the words "Detective Office" in the back were very clear.

Related to the detective agency, this knight, according to Jordan, is still from Watford, so it must be the one who had met before, the detective who looked awkward, Mr. Richard Kraft.

Since Richard sent the letter to Pat Manor, he wanted to come to what he had detected.

Think of Watford's population and scope. As an ordinary person, Richard can investigate the results in a week, but he does not bear the reputation of his detective. Angel couldn't help but feel a cry in his heart.

Like the black knight, he thanked him and took out a silver coin as a reward.

It wasn't until Jordan left the knight that Angel had returned to the sofa with a letter.

"Who sent this letter?" Lyon asked curiously.

“A detective firm, I used to help investigate a sailor on a Pulsatilla.” Anger said as he unveiled the lacquer.

"Sailor on the Pulsatilla?" Lyon instantly became curious: "Do you suspect that the other is Roland?"

"No doubt, I am almost sure that the other party is not Roland." Angel said casually.

"Then you still investigate him?" Hearing was not Roland, Lyon's curiosity was instantly drenched with a cold rain.

"Just to be in case." Anger took out the letter paper, and there was a faint vine purple orchid on the thin letter paper.

"This detective, it is very understanding of the nobles." Lyon sat next to Angel, and naturally smelled the faint cold fragrance.

Generally speaking, for the process of intentionally soaking or incense of letter paper, only the aristocrats who are keen on the sense of ritual and have a greater pursuit of fine life will do this deliberately. To this end, the general aristocratic family will also be equipped with a special incense servant. In the past, the Pat Manor also had an incense servant, but after the servant died, the errand was handed over to the personal maid.

Spread the letters, lined up neatly and beautifully, and reveal them on paper. Even Angel, I have to admit that this Richard's word is very beautiful.

The literal addition, mentioning the sense of reading that Angel has had no interest in.

He read from the beginning, one word at a time.

After Angel finished reading the letter, Lyon looked at it on the side.

The specific content is actually talking about this sailor called Flinton. I came to Watford to find a relative. I have been looking for a few months. I recently found my loved ones. Now I live in the poor street in the lower city, according to neighbors. He said that he will return to Haiyuecheng with his relatives soon.

"It seems that you are right, this Flinton should not be Roland." Lyon said.

After Lyon finished, he found that Angel had not responded, but he saw that Angel was frowning at the stationery and seemed to be thinking about something.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this investigation report?" Lyon wondered.

Anger was silent for a moment: "There is something wrong."

"Is there something wrong?" Lyon took the letter from Anger's hand and read it again. After he finished reading, he still didn't notice the wrong place.

When Lyon was wondering, Angel said: "Before the sea moon city, the white bear heard a message from the other crew members on the Pulsatilla. This Flinton was leaving on the tenth day of the month of the breath. Haiyuecheng."

"Let's take a closer look at this report, when did he arrive in Waterford."

Lyon picked up the stationery and quickly found the information given by Richard: "According to the clues provided by the neighbors, the first day of the harvest, Flinton lived in the poor street?!"

From the tenth day of the month of the month of the breath to the first day of the harvest, it is less than a week!

Moreover, this is only the Flinton check-in time provided by the neighbors, and Flinton’s arrival in Waterford must be earlier!

The spring breeze of the steam revolution in the Italian mainland has not yet blown to the other side of the distant sea. In the old mainland, there is currently no railway, no steam train, and the long-distance journey is basically a carriage.

Lyon has been to Haiyuecheng. He knows that from Watford to Haiyuecheng, even if it is fast-moving, it will take half a month to change every day. If you are leisurely, then at least a month or more.

How did Flinton arrive inland from the coast of the Jinque Empire in less than a week?

"There must be a lot of stuff in this, and this Flinton will really be Roland." Lyon asked.

"In Richard's account, it was said that Flinton had had a dispute with people two months ago and had a fight. Both sides suffered from different degrees of injury. I think that the extraordinary people value their dignity, I think Flinton should not be Roland." Angelton paused: "However, Flinton does have some doubts and must go and see it in person."

Flinton is very likely to be associated with some extraordinary people. Of course, Roland is one of them. But after all, the supernaturals of the old mainland are not only Roland, so it is still impossible to make a conclusion.

"I will go to Watford now." Angel stood up and was ready to leave.

"Wait, if the person is really Roland, he may be implicated in the king of Guman... although I don't know how good Guman is, but when the mentor mentions King Guman, there is also fear. So You better not go alone." Lyon had a worry in his eyes.

Although Angel still insists that Flinton is not Roland, but Lyon is right, this matter is best reported to the mentor first.

When Angel was preparing to go to Sanders, he saw Sanders, Suez and the White Bear, coming in from the outside.

The white bear looked at Angel in surprise: "I am going to look for you in your house, I didn't expect you to be in the hall."

What are you looking for? Anger had some doubts, but he did not entangle the matter now, but handed the letter to Sanders: "I have let a detective investigating Flinton, the news has come."

Sanders also knows about this, but, is Angel's solemn handing to him, means that this Flinton has doubts?

Sanders didn't say anything. He picked up the letter and read it.

Richard and Angel met Richard, so he was very aware of the investigation. He looked at Anger suspiciously and whispered: "The detective, who really investigated something." coming?"

"It's hard to say, I need to check it out."

Hearing Angel's answer, the white bear stunned. At that time, he still had some people who didn't believe that Richard was. Didn't he think that he really brought unexpected news?

Although I don't know the contents of the letter, I saw Sanders' flashing eyes and Angel's solemn expression. The white bear suddenly gave birth to a hunch, perhaps, that Roland’s tail was really detected by a mortal cockroach.

(End of this chapter)