Loen Kingdom, Tingen County.

After a day's work, Jennings returned to the temporary residence.

When he opened the door, it was no surprise to see that Joshua had returned home and was sitting on the sofa looking out the window to drink. A half-written letter and a quill were placed on the small table beside him.

Jennings knew it was a greeting, addressed to the family. Jennings' own has already been written and sent, but Joshua has been writing for three days, and the progress is still stuck on the first day.

"I'm back." Jennings shouted.

Joshua then turned around to look at him and said "um".

Jennings hung up his windbreaker and top hat on the door without saying a word, and said, "Is your work going well today?"

"Yeah." Joshua nodded and took a sip of red wine.

"Joshua, you have been so low since you came to Tingen." Looking at Joshua, Jennings reluctantly walked across from him, "No, more precisely, see you on the carriage on a business trip. When it came to you, you were in a bad mood."

"But you don't have to be so low, right?" Jennings handed Joshua a copy of the Dixie pie and sweet iced tea he just bought outside.

This way of collocation is what Schelling likes. Since Schelling occasionally commissions Jennings to "take out" these "snacks", Jennings also gradually likes this "package". So, after coming to Tingen, Jennings also occasionally "takes" them home.

Joshua reached out to take it, and whispered "thank you".

The voice was a little hoarse, but did not refuse.

Seeing this, Jennings secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As a doctor, he didn't want to see his good friend affect his health because of his mood.

So Jennings continued to persuade: "Tingen's job is simple and easy. There is a lot of subsidies for this business trip, and you have heard that because things are going well, maybe we can go back to Backland in a week. Germany."

"Well, I heard." Joshua said.

"So, why do you look lower than when you came?" Jennings took a bite of Dixie's pie, and the room was instantly filled with aroma. The fragrant aroma mixed with oil and butter also made Joshua's throat move involuntarily.

But instead of actually picking up the Dixie pie, Joshua looked up at Jennings.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Yes, it's good news to be able to return to Backlund."

"Listening to your tone, I don't think it's good news." Jennings chuckled, "Why, are you worrying about what specialties you should bring to my dear wife?"

Jennings' joke didn't make Joshua happy either.

He looked at the Dixie pie in his hand and sighed deeply again. As Schelling's good friend, he actually fell in love with this little thing during the many dinners with Schelling and Jennings.

However, it was this thing that reminded him of Sheryn Hill again.

Joshua knew exactly why they had temporary assignments, and why they could go home within a week's notice.

But Jennings seems to be unaware of these reasons.

"What's the sigh?" Jennings asked strangely, "Don't you like to eat too?"

"What do you think of Sheerin?" Joshua asked suddenly and without end.

"What do you think?" Jennings blinked.

"Just this month of living with him, what do you think... what kind of person is he?" Joshua asked, and he also opened the bag of Dixie's pie and took a meaty bite pie.

"Learned, gentleman, rational, gentle, kind." Jennings said five adjectives in a row.

"He knows a lot of knowledge that I don't know, and has some extraordinary understanding of the rational world." Jennings said, "Having good living habits, no bad habits, and occasionally cooking some very delicious and special food. Life The rules are in order.”

Jennings said with a smile: "He is basically cleaning up the house."

"Efficient and focused. As if there is nothing in the world that he can't solve, and as if there is nothing in the world that will make him feel difficult. Even in such a cruel case, he can find clues from the details to the murderer. Bring it to justice."

Speaking of which, Jennings seemed to suddenly remember something, and pouted the corners of his mouth meaningfully. "But the almighty Schelling seems to have a problem with the lady he likes. All his tricks seem to be useless in the presence of Miss Melissa Moretti."

Jennings took another bite of Dixie's pie and drank a sip of sweet iced tea: "But because of this, he looked even cuter when he awkwardly prepared a present for Miss Melissa Moretti."

Joshua raised his eyebrows and raised his glass of sweet iced tea. "So, you think he's a good roommate, don't you?"

"At the same time, he is also a good friend. A good consulting detective. A hero who silently does his best to protect Backlund."

Having said this, Jennings raised his hand and gently touched Joshua's cup with his own cup, making a light collision sound.

"Ding!"

"Cheers to Schelling."

Jennings laughed and drank the drink from the cup without waiting for Joshua to speak.

Joshua was stunned for a while, then hooked the corner of his mouth. After raising his glass, he also drank the sweet iced tea.

"To the heroes of Backlund."

-

The basement of Lilance's House, Aalto City, Warn Riet.

After the Wensuri incident ended, Igna had no reason to stay in Backlund. So, after he and Dunn quit their jobs as consulting detectives, the Nighthawks' protection of him also ended before the full moon.

Ignatius returned to Aalto with the help of Miss Forth after Conston consoled Madeleine Kirk, Tom Sid, and Artea Grossways.

It was 1pm on Sunday, May 7th, and Miss Forswall promised to bring promotion materials to assist him in his promotion.

Igna looked at the altar in the style of the great nobles of the Fourth Epoch.

Huh... Igna breathed out silently, and his inspiration was touched at this moment.

In front of the altar inlaid with gems, there seemed to be ripples vibrating.

In the void, a young lady with long brown curly hair in a white shirt and beige midi skirt appeared.

Without a doubt, it was Abraham's star, Miss Forth Wall.

And beside her, there are two other ladies.

One was the petite instructor Hugh Dilcha, who was familiar with Ignatius in a knight's uniform.

The other was a girl wearing a white cloak, with long golden hair tucked behind her head, and a silver mask on her face. Her temperament is fresh but luxurious, with a kind of aristocratic restraint. But at the same time, her white clothes seemed to be dust-free and clean, just as she gave the impression.

Oddly enough, she felt very familiar to Igna.

Not only those emerald green eyes like shining gems, but also temperament, and a sense of sight that seems to be engraved in Igna's spirituality.

"Introduction," Fors Wall smiled and said respectfully, "This is the bishop of the Church of Fools who came to help you complete your promotion today."

The girl nodded politely to Igna.

"You can call me 'Justice'."

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