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If the trip goes well and there is no follow-up, Shad plans to use the rest of the day to go around the local area, then temporarily abandon the exploration in Lengshuigang City, and return to Tobesk to find a way to increase strength in a short time.

Although Miss Daniste's divination suggested that it was necessary for Shad to travel far away, the divination was not necessarily correct. He didn't need to waste too much time in an unfamiliar city.

As for being able to handle the entrustment in a distant seaport city, it was because Mrs. Lemaire’s deceased relative, Mr. Lemaire’s deceased friend, entrusted the will to a friend who lived locally.

It was certainly no coincidence that the dead Mr. Le Maire was a crew member traveling between the New World and the Old World, and Coldwater Harbor must have been his most frequent stop. His friend should have a close connection with the identity of the crew, and the relationship is good enough to help keep the will, so it is actually normal for the other party to be in Cold Water Port.

Xia De did not forget to put on a hat when going out to prevent others from recognizing him. Of course, no one in this city had ever seen Shad himself, and even if someone recognized him from a newspaper photo, as long as he didn't admit that he had been to Coldwater Harbor, it wouldn't cause any trouble.

As for the destination of this trip, although Xia De does not have the ability of photographic memory, he has the habit of carrying a notebook with him, and the notebook contains the information that the client said when he came to the door that day.

Friends of Mr Le Maire also live in the docklands and appear to be minor civil servants in the local government. When I left the hotel, I inquired about the address and learned that it was only half an hour away on foot.

Shard did not know the gentleman's name, but Mrs. Lemaire knew that he lived at 5 Mermaid Lane, Quayside, Coldwater Harbour. Judging from the naming method, it should be a relatively good alley nearby.

Even in the same country, different cities have different architectural styles. There is a big difference in architectural style between the foggy city in the inland and the seaport on the west coast. Holding an umbrella and walking in an unfamiliar city, it took nearly an hour for Xia De to stop and go for the original half-hour journey.

He saw the children running and laughing in the rain, the laborers who were still carrying things at the pier in the rainstorm, the old nobles running wildly on the road in a carriage, and the beggars huddled under the eaves of the shop to avoid the rain.

This city is thriving, this city is rotten and dirty. It is thousands of miles away from Tobesk, but the evaluation in Xia De's heart is surprisingly consistent:

"Cities that play two roles in the era of change will eventually prosper or decline in a greater change."

In order to facilitate the transportation of goods in the dock area, the drainage on the main road is not bad, but once it gets into the alley, the mud and things that Shade doesn't want to guess, almost cover the uppers of the boots.

Mermaid Lane is on the side of the main road, and the fifth door of the alley is the destination. This is a small two-story building with peeling walls and moss growing on the edge of the wall facing the street. The window next to the door did not draw the curtains, and a pot of wilted flowers could be seen on the window sill, which seemed to have been dead for a long time.

Out of politeness, Xia De did not peek at other people's houses from the window, but walked up the steps under the rain eaves under an umbrella, knocked on the door lightly and waited patiently:

"I don't know how Mia is doing with Miss Louisa."

It is raining in Tobesk and Coldwater Port today, but relatively speaking, the rain in this harbor city is heavier. The wind blows through the city, bringing the unique smell of the ocean into the nostrils. People who live here all year round will probably be very used to this smell.

After all, there is no perennial fog like Tobesk.

Soon someone came to open the door, and when the door was opened, a tall and thin middle-aged man with a beard was seen:

"Excuse me, is Mr. Jonathan Lemaire here?"

Shad used his surprise to express his emotions well. He thought Mr. Le Maire's friend was also a rough seaman.

"Le Maire?"

The person who opened the door frowned, looked up and down at the young man holding the umbrella, and replied with some accent:

"That's my friend, sir. May I ask what you can do with him?"

"We have some financial disputes, and I came to him to settle the bill."

"He owes you money?"

The middle-aged man suddenly became vigilant, looking up and down at the strange young man.

"No, I owe him money."

Xia De said, the hand that did not raise the umbrella took out the Rhodes card in his pocket and shook it:

"We met on a ship, when I took their ship from Coldwater Harbor to the New World. There was nothing to do on the ship and everyone gathered to play cards. I lost a sum of money to Jonathan Lemaire, but I couldn't get it at the time. He gave it to me. For this address, just send the money here... That was two months ago, and I just returned to Coldwater Port from the New World."

Xia De didn't know if the crew member liked to play cards, but since he was a crew member who went to sea all the year round, he absolutely couldn't escape smoking, drinking and Rhodes cards. There are not many interesting things in this era. If you want to have some fun at sea, that's all you need.

"I'm a man of integrity and I don't owe much money."

Xia De did not forget to explain why he was so "honest".

"How much do you owe him?"

But the middle-aged man who opened the door was still vigilant.

"Twelve shillings and sevenpence."

This amount of money is not too much, if it is too little, there is no point in taking time to pay back the money, if it is too much, it will arouse suspicion.

Only then did the middle-aged man relax a little bit, seeing that it was still raining outside, he let Xia De come in and talk:

"Thank you for coming to pay back the money, but... come first."

The middle-aged man's name is Jason Drall, and he is a dispatcher in charge of warehouse dispatching in the local dock area. Although it sounds like a very inconspicuous position, it is still a civil servant establishment in Lengshuigang City. Even if Xia De, who has never been in contact with a similar occupation, can understand that this is a fat job.

Mr. Delall entertained Schade ~lightnovelpub.net~ in the living room and informed him of the sad news of Mr. Le Maire's death.

Xia De, who had been prepared for a long time, showed a "surprised" attitude with great acting skills. First of all, I lamented the impermanence of the world. When we met a few months ago, the crew member was still in good health. After hearing that he died in a shipwreck, he pretended to pray for the soul of the innocent dead—praying to [Mr. Dawn].

In order to make the conversation more natural, Shad also inquired about the relationship between Mr. Delall and the dead Mr. Le Maire.

His client, Mrs. Lemaire, did not know much information from the lawyer, only that the gentleman who kept the will in Coldwater Harbor was a good friend of the crew who unfortunately died in the shipwreck. When Mr. Delall introduced himself, he only said that he and Mr. Le Maire were friends who met playing Rhodes in a tavern, and gradually became acquainted with each other, and have been friends for decades.

This kind of rhetoric is very similar to Xia De's rhetoric, and it seems a bit strange. But in any case, up to now, Xia De is basically sure that Mrs. Le Maire's acceptance of the inheritance is indeed true, and it is not a scam.

After all, even if this is a hoax, con artists are not bored enough to prepare such realistic traps in distant cities.