Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 133

2021-07-08

Chapter 133 Pickup
Miss Anat was sent away, Shade spent the morning Research on [Founding·Silver Moon], and then have to admit that this card may really have no mysterious power.

He even held out the cards in front of the cat with the attitude of giving it a try. But the orange cat just sniffed and walked away in disgust.

Went out for lunch at noon, and then spent time reading and continuing to translate Miss Luisa's book. His progress is not bad, and he should be able to translate the entire content before the group meeting tomorrow afternoon. In this way, there is no need to worry about delaying Miss Luyisa.

While flipping through the textbook, Shade suddenly realized that he might actually be able to complete certain subjects during the exam week at the end of this month.

Although he is not the kind of person with an unforgettable memory, he is proficient in exam skills, and he is even more proficient in completing studies that others take half a year to complete in just a few weeks.

And more importantly, the study of these theoretical courses, whether it is foreign world plant classification, or introduction to alchemy, or even stargazing and divination, are all things that Shade is very interested in.

Interest plus hard work plus some skill, Shade is confident enough to pass several exams by the end of the month.

Of course, his best subjects should actually be "Introduction to Ancient Languages (0~2000 of the Fifth Century)", "Introduction to Ancient Languages (2000 to 4000 of the Fifth Century)", "Introduction to Ancient Languages (P. Five Epochs 4000~5793) Introduction". Three courses introduce most of the important languages of the Fifth Age, covering more than thirty languages.

The course requires only a simple introduction, with mastery to the higher grades. But Shade flipped through the book a few times and confirmed that the language was perfectly fine to him.

He can understand it completely. Although he can't speak or write, the first-year exam does not include speaking and writing, as long as he can easily classify the language and translate some simple sentences.

"In this way, apart from the pick-up tonight and the game on the weekend, there seems to be no major event recently."

During my spare time, I looked out the window and relaxed my eyes, Shade thought to himself.

The advertisement in the newspaper was only posted yesterday, so no client came to the door today as it should be by rights. So the whole day was spent reading books. Because of the large amount of income, I still take the cat out for dinner.

It wasn't until the time for Miss Jialina's pick-up task was almost time that she left the house.

The time of the transaction is midnight, which is probably the same as undercover people talking on the roof. After all, there isn't much of a decent nightlife in this day and age to keep people roaming the streets late at night.

The transaction takes place on the Disk Bridge across the Terraria River, just thirty minutes from St. Teresa Square.

Shade put on a mask on purpose, and put on a robe that was pulled from the closet, and left the house at eleven o'clock.

With the arrival of the July thunder month, even the late-night city doesn't feel cold. When we arrived near the bridge, it was only 11:20. Shade stood against the wall of the street that was about to enter the bridge entrance for a while, looked left and right, and found that only a few pubs were open.

But instead of entering the tavern in this suspicious outfit, he circled the vicinity in a large circle, stooping from under the embankment and entering the underside of the Tower Bridge.

This is the home of the homeless, and they all slept on their straw mats and newspapers so late at night. Some people noticed the arrival of the strangely dressed guy, but no one paid any attention to Shade.

Crunching in the dark corner, Shade held a pocket watch and hid beside the man with a peculiar smell. After waiting until 11:50, he suddenly got up, took a step and wanted to leave, but after thinking about it, he took out a small one-penny Copper Coin from his pocket and threw it in front of the man. After accepting the whispered thanks, This is from the stone steps of the embankment to the bridge entrance.

It was exactly twelve o'clock when I stepped on the bridge, far away in the thick fog in the middle of the night, I saw a carriage parked on the left side of the center of the Tower Bridge. Three old-fashioned kerosene lamps hang from the carriage tail section, which is the sign of the convention.

The vision in the thick fog was affected, and the three kerosene lamps were somewhat like the eyes of the giant beast crawling on the bridge deck.

The masked detective took a deep breath, then coughed on the air. He patted his chest and walked over. Looking at the four-wheeled carriage from a distance, no one seemed to be inside.

But when I got closer, I saw the coachman standing on the side of the carriage, between the edge of Tower Bridge and the carriage.

The other party was dressed like the coachman who pulled the trigger of the gun of goodness yesterday, only he was taller. His skin was dark and sunburned, but the city of Tobesque has been foggy in recent weeks, so there shouldn't be that much sunlight.

The other party saw the strangely dressed stranger approaching, but he just looked and didn't speak, and his sharp eyes glanced up and down Shade. After Shade approached, he coughed and asked:

"Did you bring what the lady asked for?"

The man hesitated, then put the cigarette butt in his hand. Bounced down the bridge, the light swirled and disappeared into the thick fog:

"Bring it, but you need to prove your identity."

"No problem. "

Shade recalled the contents of the piece of paper with the transaction information, this time the code words were much more normal than the old John's side:

"The lady said , the blue pansies on the shore of Scythia Lake are Queen Diana's favorite."

The two were less than five steps apart, and Shade could clearly see that the expressions on each other's faces eased a little, and the coachman dressed up. Man nodded:

"Then it's no problem."

He bent down and entered the carriage, only took ten seconds to get out, and took two wrapped in newspaper. The palm-sized thing was given to Shade.

The thing was light, and Shade removed the folded Threepence newspaper with a date of yesterday, and the outside page was a follow-up to the child abduction.

What is wrapped is a dark red lacquered wood wooden box with a bright red Manzhushahua specimen on the lid, which is probably the way of containment.

Shade clicked open the silver's latch, but couldn't open the box anyway, a feature that fits the description "for women only."

"Is it this?"

But I still asked worriedly, to prevent the box from simply sticking with glue.

The whispering voice reminded me in my ear:
[You are in contact with 'Whisper'. ]

The ring warlock can get a direct prompt when touching the [Relic] with familiar characteristics. Miss Galina said about the characteristics of this vanity case, so even if Shade doesn't have such a special soul and "other me", he can know if what he received is the real thing.

(end of this chapter)