At 7:30 in the evening, in Backlund Queens, outside the main entrance of a house that seemed to belong to a certain nobleman.

Hugh and his friend Fors, who put on the traditional knight practice clothes they often wear, stood here, waiting for the arrival of Viscount Glent and Miss Audrey.

Forsi was a little bored in waiting, and subconsciously took out a cigarette, ready to pass the time, but at this moment, Xio by her side sniffed and said directly:

"Smoking is harmful to health."

Seeing that her face was full of seriousness, Forsi did not argue with a guilty conscience, but changed the subject:

"Hugh, you went to Abner's room last night, really didn't do anything?"

Xio gave her a glance and replied, "If you didn't sleep so dead, I would drag you with you."

"What you said made me a little scared..." Forsi pretended to be terrified, but saw that Xio didn't mean to say anything, and asked instead with concern, "Still worried about chanting the honorable name. Is it true? The exorcism ceremony held by Abner in the afternoon did not work well?"

Xio shook his head and whispered: "Not so. Although I am not sure whether the evil spirits have been driven away, the ceremony has brought me courage...I am not afraid anymore."

"Then why are you still in low spirits?" Forsi asked suspiciously.

"I just suddenly want to understand why Abner refuses to tell me the truth... In addition to my lack of strength, the main reason is that I acted too recklessly. If he really told me, I'm afraid I can't help but get into trouble at the moment. The person to provoke... has even affected you and him."

In fact, I think that Abner’s lack of strength actually refers to himself. With his character, if he consciously is within the controllable range, he will definitely speak out...

Forsi slandered a few words, but on the surface changed the subject again, and said with a smile: "Speaking of Abner, he was very much noticed at the banquet last night... As far as I know, many tabloids originally planned to Arrange his peachy news on the front page. In the end, Admiral of Hell and the Black Tulip rescued him. Compared with this big incident, a detective's lace is not paid attention to."

After hearing this, Xiu gave his friend a blank look again, and said mercilessly: "Are you also one of the heroines of those news? Or the one that appeared the most."

Seeing his friend finally returned to "normal", Forsi breathed a sigh of relief and said indifferently: "I don't read those tabloids...the stories they compose are not as good as I wrote."

Just as the two were quarreling, a low-key decorated carriage stopped in front of them, and then a man and a woman got out of the carriage. It was the Viscount Glent and Miss Audrey who had arrived as promised.

Glylint put on a hooded robe and hid his face deeply in the shadow of the hood. After seeing Hugh and Fors, he greeted enthusiastically and asked curiously: "It's true here. Is this a place for extraordinary gatherings? It looks no different from ordinary houses."

Isn't it common to hang up banners and blatantly type the title of the party? Are you afraid that there are too few things for the night watcher, the punisher, and the mechanical heart?

Forsi had the habit of complaining at some point, but she didn't say anything, but tried to keep smiling, pointing to Xiu:

"Hugh is an excellent persuader who can help you get what you want."

The implication is that I have even found someone who will help you bargain. Do you think it will bring you to ordinary houses for fun?

A blue boat-shaped soft hat is added to the hood, and Audrey, who has a fine black gauze hanging down to cover her face, also feels that her friend’s problem is too low-level, and may even despise herself. In order to save her image, she is shallow. He smiled and followed Forsi's words and called out:

"Miss Hugh, can I trust you?"

"A goddess protects us, you don't have to worry at all." Xio straightened her back and drew a crimson moon on her chest.

"May the goddess bless you." Audrey nodded, and also nodded four times on her chest.

After that, the four of them didn't say much, and took a few steps forward, knocking on the wooden door at three long and two short intervals.

With a squeak, the front door slowly opened, and Audrey, who was in the state of the audience, saw a lot of people sitting scattered inside. Some of them concealed their appearance in various ways, such as relying on hoods and masks, and some were nothing. Don't care, bare facial features calmly.

Almost instantly, Audrey noticed the black-robed man sitting on a single sofa.

The man also wore a hood, hiding his appearance in the shadows.

He stared at the visitors silently, giving people a condescending look down.

Very confident, but her eyes are disgusting, her eyes keep moving on me, like two slippery tentacles, trying to peel off my clothes... Audrey has keen senses, meticulous observation, and calmly made judgments, but she is almost Goose bumps.

At this time, Forsi introduced in a low voice: "That is Mr. A, a powerful Beyonder, the convener of this secret gathering."

And Hugh didn't pay attention to Forsi's narration to the other two people, her gaze stayed on the couple at the entrance who seemed to have just entered.

Although the two of them wore black robes and hid their faces in their hoods, Hugh could easily recognize them by virtue of their abilities as a "sheriff". They had seen them at the banquet in Abner last night. People.

"It seems to be the first one I saw in the living room with a chaotic, crazy girl... I remember it was Irene? The other man should be Detective Zaire."

Hugh whispered to herself a few times before returning her attention to protecting Audrey and Viscount Slylint.

On the other side, Detective Zaire did not notice Xio's gaze, his gaze was being attracted by the content on a blackboard in the room.

"Baby cry, flower, 200 pounds."

"Mummy powder, 10 grams, 5 pounds."

"Murloc slime, 30 milliliters, 29 pounds."

"Sequence 8'Sheriff' potion formula, 450 pounds."

"The third-generation differential engine manuscript clues, 300 pounds."

...

Detective Zaire was excited, but on the surface he seemed dissatisfied, only secretly wrote down his needs and quotations, and handed them to the waiter on the side.

But at this moment, an inaudible voice suddenly came from his ear:

"The clue to the differential engine really appeared again!"

Zaire was shocked, and quickly looked back, only to find that he was speaking of a man with ordinary appearance and blue hair like seaweed, who was very eye-catching. He didn't wear any cover and showed his face so generously.

Maybe the face itself is fake... While Detective Zeriel guessed in his heart, he had a bad feeling that he felt that his purchase this time would not go smoothly.

Sure enough, the note sent back by Mr. A said that he would wait for the free transaction stage and bid with another buyer.

Detective Zaire let out a sigh of relief, suppressing a slightly irritable mind, and turned his head to look at the companion who brought him into the party, that is, Miss Irene, who is still an ordinary person.

But he soon discovered that the lady had been staring at the organizer of the party, Mr. A, and she appeared to be unconscious.

"What's the matter?" Detective Zaire asked her in surprise. It was the first time that he saw this young lady showing such an appearance.

"I saw the gentleman's face just now... he is so good-looking!" Irene replied subconsciously.

And Mr. A, who was looking at all the ladies and ladies present, clearly noticed Irene's gaze at this moment. He raised his head slightly so that the shadow of the hood no longer covered his face, and then gave Irene a meaningful smile~www. lightnovelpub.net~ Audrey was disgusted with Mr. A’s gaze. She felt disgusting as if she had eaten a fly. After she noticed that he had diverted her mind, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at another blackboard in the room. .

"Needs a pair of adult manhal eyes."

"The remaining dust of the wraith spirit is 165 pounds."

"Emperor Roselle's notes, three pages, 20 pounds."

Seeing this, Audrey withdrew from the "audience" state in shock and excitement, with only one thought left in her mind:

These prices, these prices, are too, too cheap! Extraordinary materials did not exceed 300 pounds!

Compared to the thousands of pound deals with Mr. "Tower" and Mr. "The Hanged Man" at the Tarot Meeting, these are too cheap!

I really want to buy them all...

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