The new things I heard in the teahouse are related to the disaster caused by heavy snow.

About half an hour ago, a train came from the north that was delayed for 20 hours. The train encountered an avalanche in the middle of the journey, so that a whole train of people had to face the dilemma that the tracks were covered and unable to move forward.

During the forced stop of the train, a series of appalling incidents occurred in the VIP compartment of the train. It included cultists, organized crime and brutal murders, but luckily it was solved by an unidentified detective in the VIP car.

Sister Divelin was a little concerned about this matter, so she asked her "servant", who was actually a follower of the witch who was arranged by the council to wait in advance to pick up the two witches, to investigate the cause of this incident.

The young girl in a maid's skirt came back soon. She didn't find out what happened on the train, but she heard that a relic was being escorted on the train. And because of the train delay, the Church of Creation, which was in charge of picking up the relic, had to temporarily arrange for the owner of the antique shop and an apprentice to pick up the goods. As a result, the two lost the relic, causing the thief to die tragically. Now the alley where the murder happened has been blocked. up.

"So, this heavy snowfall will change the fate of many people... Two ring warlocks have their relics stolen by an ordinary person. The outside clerks of the church are really careless."

Xia De said with a smile, sitting in the warm teahouse, looking out at the heavy snow through the window. He knows what snow on this scale means in this day and age, and for most people, this winter will be quite difficult to survive.

"Um?"

Xia De, who was sighing in his heart, was startled suddenly, he saw a familiar figure passing by outside the window.

Xia De immediately put down the teacup in his hand:

"Lekins Priscia?"

"oh?"

Sister Devlin handed her hand to the maid beside her, and stood up with her support:

"Which direction?"

"Not sure if I read it wrong, after all, there is a glass, and he is on the other side of the street. The direction is to go out and turn left, wearing a black bowler hat, wearing a brown plush scarf, wearing a black coat, holding a Cane, and white gloves."

This is the standard southern gentleman's winter outing.

"Sister, let's search separately. If you don't find it, come back here and meet in half an hour."

The nun nodded, and left the teahouse first under the "support" of the maid. Xia De sat at the table and waited for two minutes before calling the waiter to pay the bill pretending to be leisurely. When paying the tip, he even praised the delicious tea here.

After he left the teahouse, he quickly ran towards the direction where Rakins Priscia left.

There was no clue for Xia De to track down the figure he saw just now, and he couldn't even see the nun and maid who had gone one step ahead of him. So Xia De could only walk forward, and when he encountered an alley or street corner, he turned according to his own ideas. He didn't leave the neighborhood too far, basically just circled around the Huntington train station.

And this way of searching, it is naturally impossible to find Sir Priscia, unless there is really a so-called "gravity of fate" between Shad and the chosen ones. So after confirming that he failed to find the target, Xia De was not very disappointed. After counting the time, he planned to return to the teahouse to see if Sister Divelin and the maid had found the target.

But unexpectedly, when passing the entrance of the alley marked "Ancient Tree Alley" behind him, a figure flashed out of it. Although Shad did not find Sir Priscia, the latter found him.

"I felt familiar from the window just now, and it really is you, Mr. Hamilton."

Xia De was wearing the witch's eye shadow at this time, and this eye shadow is only useful for people who are not familiar with him, so Sir Priscia recognized him at this time. Compared with when he left Tobesk, this southern gentleman has not changed much. He stood at the entrance of the alley and stepped on the snow, pointing behind him with a smile:

"Come here first to take shelter from the snow."

No. 1 Gushu Lane is a small private book club. Xia De did not refuse, and followed Jazz up the steps and walked in. The warm interior is lined with bookshelves and burns in a side fireplace. The servant wanted to take Shad's coat to help clear the snowflakes, but Shad refused.

The light in the room was very soft, but on this snowstorm morning, there weren't many people here, and the library was so quiet that it was embarrassing to speak.

There was a smell of somewhat stinky ink in the air, but that was the smell of ink itself in this era. In order not to disturb other people who were reading, Sir Priscia took Shad to the second floor, stood on the small terrace adjacent to the alley, and talked with him while watching the heavy snow outside:

"This is a club I am very familiar with. Every time I come to Huntington, I will visit here. The owner of the club is also my distant relative, and he will always reserve newly purchased books for me."

Jazz smiled and introduced that the servant brought two glasses of wine on a tray, and they were both chilled. This is Jazz's hobby:

"Mr. Hamilton, I didn't expect you to arrive in Huntington so soon."

"I did it to surprise His Highness. His Highness will probably be very happy to see me when he gets off the train."

Shade picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, and asked Sir Priscia with an unchanged smile:

"Sir, I remember that you left with His Highness, why did you arrive in Huntington City first? Did you encounter any trouble?"

"Yes, some of my collaborators, let me go to their activities as soon as possible. After this drink with you, I will probably join them in the city."

Sir looked at the heavy snow, drank the glass of chilled red wine, with an intoxicated expression on his face:

"My favorite is to look at the snow in the snowy winter and taste the best red wine this year."

He laughed heartily, picked up the wine bottle on the tray on the small table, and wanted to pour himself wine, but Shad stopped him:

"I have better wine here."

He took out the wine bottle from his overcoat, and Jazz raised his eyebrows with a smile:

"That's great."

He took Shade's wine bottle and blew on it, the cold air immediately covered the whole bottle.

"You don't need to sober up, just drink it directly."

Xia De reminded that he also drank up the red wine in his glass, and Jazz poured new red wine into the two glasses respectively.

The two clinked glasses on the small terrace. Sir Priscia eagerly took a sip of the new wine, then half-closed his eyes and made an intoxicated voice:

"Oh, this wine, this wine is... I can't believe it... Mr. Hamilton, you are willing to carry such a good wine with you!"

He marveled in surprise, although Shade gave Margaret a batch of red wine at the end of autumn, but Sir Priscia's status was obviously not enough to taste them, at least not a lot.

Xia De put down the wine glass and did not talk about red wine:

"Before I left Tobesk, I visited Mr. Booker. The poor fellow died, and his library was destroyed by fire. According to the investigation, the time of the fire was Tuesday night, which was held by Her Majesty Margaret. Party time."

Sir Priscia smiled, and took another sip of the red wine in his hand:

"what a pity."

Xia De didn't know what this southern gentleman was "pitying", he continued:

"My fortune-telling friend helped me with a fortune-telling, but unfortunately there was no result. But the church quickly investigated something, maybe... this matter has something to do with you."

Shad looked into the eyes of Sir Priscia, who did not dodge, but also looked at him. After a brief silence, Jazz nodded slightly:

"Yes, that's right, it is indeed me."

"For those old books that Mr. Booker treasured and didn't want to sell?"

"Of course, otherwise, what else could it be for?"

"Invite me to store the relics on Monday, is it for scouting?"

"It's also for storing relics. No one stipulates that one thing cannot be used to achieve two purposes."

Jazz shrugged his shoulders. During the short conversation, the two kept looking into each other's eyes.

These answers did not come as a surprise to Shad, who had known and even fully understood what Lykins Priscia was thinking. Xia De is very clear that the other party and himself are definitely not the same kind of person:

"Actually, for a while, I thought that we could be friends. In the reading salon of His Highness Rezia, we talked about wisdom and knowledge very harmoniously."

His voice is very soft.

"Yes, we talked very well. Then you should understand. Knowledge is power, wisdom is wealth. I have power, and I desire wealth."

The corner of Jazz's right mouth curled imperceptibly:

"Wealth should belong to those who deserve it. In other words, it is too wasteful for those books to remain in the hands of Mr. Booker who only treats them as collections. Give them to me, I will read them, and When the time is right, donate them to a university or public library, that's where those books go. I can't say it makes sense to sacrifice a person in exchange for the spread of knowledge, after all, life is priceless, but at least I think It's not a mistake to do so~lightnovelpub.net~ Joey Barton knew he had done something wrong, but he still did it; then the man in front of him probably didn't feel that he had done something wrong.

"At the wedding banquet in Lakeview Manor, you once said that education should be popularized and the labor force should be liberated. Isn't the first step in doing so, liberating books that are not expensive to print from the hands of collectors?"

Jazz asked with a smile, and Xia De also laughed:

"You can't say that your statement is outrageous, it can only be said that it is quite outrageous."

Sir Priscia smiled and nodded:

"Yes, yes, of course outrageous. Well then..."

He looked at Xia De with a smile on his face, but there was only indifference in his eyes:

"I did this so that I could get those books for myself."

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