Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 72 That dog, it made me write a letter first!

"450 gold pounds, Fors. Darkholm hasn't come to see us yet. Let's go find him. With the latest investigation results, we can have 450 gold pounds..."

"stop!"

Fors gave a cold shout, bent down and cupped her face in his hands, "Calm down, Xiu. Don't let the glitter of gold blind your mind. For us extraordinary beings, this is extremely fatal."

Xiu paused for a moment, then sat down silently.

She understood that Fors made sense, but she still couldn't help feeling a little angry.

Fors said, "I didn't become Sequence 8 myself, so I don't understand your anxiety, but you must understand that Zilingus is dangerous! Otherwise, Miss Audrey wouldn't have offered 450 gold pounds as a reward."

"But Darkholm didn't follow the rules..."

Hugh wasn't unaware of the offer, but 450 gold pounds was too tempting. It meant she wouldn't have to worry about money for Sequence 8 anymore, and Fors wouldn't have to work so hard writing books, or go out socializing and gathering intelligence.

They desperately need money.

"Perhaps Darkholm is already dead."

Fors's face fell.

She recalled Mr. "Number 2's" words and had already adopted the most pessimistic view of Darkholm's situation.

Obviously.

Zilingus was far more terrifying than she and Hugh had imagined.

An ordinary person could not possibly escape the other party's perception.

"At a mysterious gathering I attended before, a wise man said that we should stay away from Zilingus no matter what, and if we have to investigate, we should control our emotions and thoughts."

Fors sat down and said, "He's probably at Darkholm's house right now, waiting for us to come over. Going there directly is definitely not an option; it would expose us to his presence. We have no idea how powerful a Sequence 6 Beyonder who possesses magical artifacts is."

"We are just a sequence 8, a sequence 9."

Fors was very serious.

Hugh gradually calmed down and said, "I'm sorry, Fors, I was a little anxious."

"We've known each other for years and understand each other's personalities, so there's no need to say more, Hugh..."

Fors pondered for a long time before saying, "We can't rush in recklessly. We should talk to Miss Audrey and see if we can get help from the police, such as reporting to the police that Darkholm may have been murdered."

"If he's not dead, the worst that can happen is we have to pay some bail?"

Hugh pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "But that would put those police officers in great danger."

"Too."

Fors frowned. "We need to find a way to let them know that Darkholm is currently investigating the great pirate Zilingus, to get the police to take it to the highest level and have them report it to the Night Watchers, the Mechanical Heart, or the Punishers."

"Alright, shall we go and have a chat with Miss Audrey first?"

"I'll go find Miss Audrey. You go find someone who knows Darkholm and make sure they are impressed by what Darkholm is investigating."

Fors tried very hard to come up with a plan—

She tried to treat reality like a novel, to set up and conceive a story, so that things would be more meticulous and logical.

"No! Don't go to the areas where Darkholm frequents. Avoid those places and find some people who live far away but know him."

Fors said.

Hugh opened his mouth, then exclaimed in amazement, "Fors, to be honest, you've changed a lot lately. The way you think things through is truly captivating!"

"We'll split up. Don't go to arbitration during this time. You can't let anyone suspect that you're an Extraordinary or Darkholm's employer."

Fors looked tired and ignored Hugh's praise. "I'll go talk to that amazing dog and hope it understands what I mean. Also, I hope Miss Audrey will accept our suggestion, otherwise I'll forfeit the payment."

"it is good."

Xiu nodded solemnly.

The golden retriever outside the door wagged its tail when it heard this.

Not long after, Fors walked in with a complicated expression.

Don't turn your head.

Fors's expression seemed to have overturned some kind of cognition; his face was filled with shock, astonishment, and a bit of disorientation.

"Why are you back, and why do you have that expression on your face?"

"That dog, it, it gestured with its paws, telling me to write a letter first."

"what?"

This time, Hugh's expression also became subtle.

……

"Olsna Street".

"Sir, that's a noble street; cars like ours can't go in."

The driver was somewhat embarrassed.

Roy raised an eyebrow, then softened his tone.

"It's okay, take it wherever you can, I'll pay you as usual."

"Okay, thank you, sir."

The old man pulling the cart bowed and thanked him.

After a short while, the carriage headed towards the end of the street.

Roy looked at the scenery on both sides and passed through Champagne Street. He saw Mrs. Marlene again.

It seems she hasn't left Tingen.

I hadn't looked closely at the little girl before, but now that I caught a glimpse, she was quite pretty and had inherited Mrs. Marlene's genes very well.

"Are you interested in that lady, sir?"

"You know her?"

"How could we not know? We're the ones with the best connections. Besides, she used to be a beauty on Champagne Street, quite famous back then. It's a pity she ended up with a gold digger."

"So what has she been doing lately?"

"I heard she does handicrafts, making parts for people. It's said she has connections with a police inspector, so many people don't dare to touch her."

The old man sighed and lamented, "I think it's mostly just a pretext, but it's still admirable that he's stopped making a living in bars. Life is getting harder and harder these days. I heard you can make money in Backlund. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely go to Backlund..."

The old man kept talking incessantly.

Coach drivers are good at chatting, which is probably a common trait in every place.

Roy didn't respond; he wasn't Russell and had no interest in Mrs. Marlene.

He could somewhat guess what Mrs. Marlene was thinking at the time.

As a key member of the gold-splashing gang, her husband died, leaving her and her child as orphans. It's normal for her to want someone to rely on.

Moreover.

The position of a police inspector is much higher than that of a high-ranking gangster, not to mention Roy is quite good-looking.

but.

As the old man said, it's good that she no longer does those things.

Perhaps she was thinking about her child.

Roy turned back to look at the woman and child's affectionate expression, sighed softly, and then looked away to look ahead.

"Backlund may not be a good place either; it might not be as good as our Tingen."

"No way? That's the capital city! Gold pounds are everywhere!"

The old man didn't quite believe it.

Roy smiled and said nothing more.

Looking ahead, he packed his things: "Keep going straight ahead and you'll reach the noble street. Let's stop here. Here's your money."

"Alright—uh, sir, you gave me 1 extra soule."

The old man paused for a moment, then called out to Roy, who was walking forward after getting off the bus.

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Padian, sir."

The old man bowed his head.

Roy smiled and said, "The extra Sull is for you. You need to keep an eye out for a man named Lanluus. You don't need to contact him directly. I just need you to find information or people related to him. As long as you get the information, I will give you more money."

"Yes, yes, sir!"

Old Padian was overjoyed and happily put away the 1 sol.

Thank you to 'Book Friend 2021030110412033188' for the 100-coin reward.

Thank you to 'Fengshen Zidi' for the 500 coin donation.

(End of this chapter)