Lord of the Silver Crow

"High sequence..."

For Yago's question, Sander was silent for a while before repliing:

"I do not know."

After pondering for a moment, after raising his hand to touch the necklace on his chest, his tone was erratic, as if he was telling a story, Sander said:

"I tried to call her from the Phantom Realm, and she came, but I also knew that she was not the one I knew."

she was? wife?

He had only heard of Uncle Sander’s experience from Fenila.

Uncle Sander, who is also a descendant of aristocrats and seems to be a member of a large family, has a fiancee who is the right one.

That one was also an Extraordinary, a member of the Thorn Tree, but she lost control and became a monster, killing another Extraordinary of the Thorn Tree, and in this case, it was Uncle Sander who killed it herself. Up her.

As the oldest Thorn Tree player in Di Lude City, he has been staying in Di Lude City for this reason.

But this was only Fenira's speculation, and Uncle Sander had never told anyone about his reasons.

However, he was sure of one thing.

Uncle Sander is very affectionate. Often, when he comes to the cemetery to exchange values, Uncle Sander will stand in front of those graves.

And those tombs belonged to the members of the dead thorn tree...

Alas...Elsa, Elsa, what the **** are you guys doing, it makes me very difficult to deal with...

Thinking of the current situation again, Yago felt even more depressed.

Little Betty and Old Fanks were gone, making Yago feel even more that Elsa took them away to do something...

But anyway, he had to find a way to find Elsa.

Obviously yesterday he also sent Shugein to protect Elsa...

Can't you leave a message or something?

He couldn't help his thoughts diverging, thinking about distracting thoughts.

At this time, he heard Sander's voice:

"When you calm down, I will teach you the ritual, but remember, don't be affected by the phantom..."

When he said this, even if Yago didn't use psychology, he could still hear the hesitation in his tone.

Thanks, uncle.

But because of this, the guilt in Yago's heart became stronger.

However, at this moment, Yago suddenly felt that the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

? ?

The chin is slightly moist.

? ?

Some moisture on the forehead.

Only then did Yago realize that it was not that he pretended to be too much like he didn't even realize that he was crying, but that it was raining.

Soon, the patter of raindrops fell from the sky, and the intermittent lines intertwined in the rain to form a sketch-like picture.

"Let's go, Mr. Sandel."

Seeing that he didn't move his footsteps and seemed to want to accompany him all the time, Yago, who was warm and guilty in his heart, spoke out, took the initiative and walked quickly towards the church.

"Ok."

Sandel just kept up.

.......

Congobert, the port, the carriage slowly coming to a halt.

A girl with wheaten skin and dressed like a dancer or a poet turned her head, looked at another young woman next to her, and smiled:

"Don't worry, the crystals I gave you can interfere with divination and tracking, so that the tracking directed at you will be lost in the phantom. There will be no danger. You are really bold. You broke into those without any protection. I really don’t know how you survived in the old sword family’s bubble zone, but I don’t need to worry about it afterwards..."

"Yeah." The woman with silver eyes nodded, still looking into the distance.

Not far behind them, an elderly rickety old man was teasing a cute little black-haired girl.

......

Sitting on the stone steps in front of the church, Yago looked at the falling raindrops, suddenly feeling relaxed.

Because he has always liked rain view?

Or... less worry?

"I have no conscience..."

He cursed himself in a low voice. Yago, who was observing the rain scene from a third-person perspective, suddenly noticed someone approaching.

The angle of view turned slightly, and he saw Bao Lin holding a brand-new black umbrella, with a small paper bag in his hand.

Noting his position, Bao Lin speeded up a bit, came to him, sat on the stone steps with him, and handed out the paper bag:

"Man, come here?"

Yago took the paper bag, and when he suspected that the paper bag was not completely wet, he also saw the contents:

Deep-fried potato chips, sprinkled with some powder, although I don't know what it is, it is definitely not pepper or cumin.

One of the favorite snacks of the original owner in childhood.

But it was only in his childhood. In Yago's memory, the original owner hadn't eaten this food for a long time.

And Yago... he doesn't like potatoes.

Fortunately, what he didn't like was potato shreds, and potato chips were still edible.

Unfortunately, the taste of everything he eats is very weak.

However, Paulin was so caring, he didn't disappoint other people's good intentions, so he ate directly:

"It tastes good."

After being completely inconsistent with the evaluation of his inner feelings, Yago took the initiative to change the subject:

"Did something happen today?"

Bao Lin, who put down his umbrella on the lower steps, responded:

"The captain and Mr. Glasses went to the church school, and there was another case over there."

"Eileen has returned to the office, and today there are several pieces of information from the gray pigeons to be processed."

"The maid has returned to the club."

"Mrs. Glasses accompanied the nun to the Hunter Street."

"..."

Is Mrs. Glasses Jia Lide? But Ms. Garide doesn't seem to have glasses... Is it because Kogan is called Mr. Glasses?

And the gray pigeon... refers to the intelligence personnel.

Yago thought for two seconds before figuring out who these nicknames corresponded to in Paulin's mouth.

As if thinking of something again, Paulin added:

"Uncle Beard and Fannyla are out together, and there is a police officer by their side."

"Has another murder happened?"

Uncle Sander's ordinary status also has a forensic doctor. Yago naturally knows this, but why did he bring Fanny La?

......

At the same time, Black Butterfly Detective Agency.

When the patter of rain pounded on the windows and doors, Irene was sitting in front of the office desk in the room, carefully and carefully identifying the intelligence and information on the paper.

At this time, there was a sound of bang bang bang from the gate.

"Please come in!" Irene responded without raising her head when she heard the knock on the door.

When the door was pushed open, she put down the papers in her hand.

A man wearing a felt hat and a small half of his trousers soaked.

Seeing the black umbrella that rained down continuously in the hands of the man who walked in, Irene was a little unhappy, but said nothing, just smiled.

He looked at Irene and asked:

"Can you accept any commissions here?"

"Unless you are looking for coolies to move furniture, otherwise, most of them are fine." Ailin replied familiarly.

"Of course not, I want to entrust you to find someone."