Shad stayed out all Monday because of eye problems. But it was such a coincidence that a client came to the door this afternoon.

Shade didn't want to drive away the client who had come to No. 6 Place Saint-Terraine with great difficulty, so he found a pair of flat glasses in Detective Sparrow's bedroom to slightly cover his eyes.

Detective Sparrow has normal eyesight, so the glasses are probably also a disguise prop.

It was Mrs. Moores, who lived west of Tobesk, who had had a good and a bad thing happen to her recently.

The good thing is that her uncle passed away unfortunately, leaving her a few local shops in Tobesk, which are worth four figures in gold pounds. The bad news is that before she told her husband, Mr. Morse, she found out that Mr. Morse had a lover outside.

In order to prevent her inheritance from being divided by her husband and used to support her lover, Mrs. Morse wanted to entrust detective Hamilton, who advertised in the "Steam Bird Daily", to investigate whether the lover existed, and if so, who was it? who.

This kind of commission for the investigation of cheating and lovers was what the former detective Sparrow Hamilton was best at, and Shad finally came across it.

"Hmm... Excuse me, do you need to worry about the operation of those shops? If you don't sell them, is it enough to support you to live alone in Tobesk?"

After understanding the basic situation, Xia De asked this question because he wanted to evaluate how much commission fee he should charge for this commission.

"I don't need to worry about the store, as long as I check the accounts occasionally. As for the income, oh, detective, it is absolutely no problem to support a woman who lives alone and let her live a decent life."

The table between the two was covered with materials brought by Mrs. Moores. She spoke sadly, still in the grief of her husband's cheating.

But after answering this question, the middle-aged woman who suddenly got rich was taken aback for a moment, and an expression of enlightenment appeared on her face with not very delicate makeup:

"That's right, since this inheritance is enough for me to live on my own, what do I want him to do?"

"Um?"

Xia De looked up at the other party in surprise, and the pen in his hand stopped writing on the notebook.

"Yes, detective, you are quite right!"

An uncontrollable smile appeared on the middle-aged woman's face, and she suddenly became happy.

"Sorry, what did I say?"

"Detective, you are right. Since I have this inheritance, why do I need that unfaithful man?"

"Did I tell you?"

Xia De fell into doubts about his memory, and then looked at the cat lying next to him.

【No, you didn't say it. 】

Although Mia can't speak, fortunately there is "her".

"Yeah, maybe I should get a lawyer who's good at receiving estates and divorce commissions, not a detective."

The woman put away the documents scattered on the desktop, then took out a few banknotes from her wallet and put them on the coffee table:

"Detective, thank you so much, I'm so stupid, why didn't I think of doing this? I have my inheritance, he has his lover, this is really a happy situation!"

The banknotes on the coffee table were about three or four pounds. Even if it was a normal entrustment to conduct a mistress investigation, Xia De probably would not accept so much.

"you......"

He wanted to say that he didn't want to break up other people's marriages, but seeing Mrs. Morse's appearance, it was clear that she had figured it out by herself.

This situation really made Xia De not know what to say, so he could only give the business card of Locke Laurel, a lawyer he met a month ago when he was dealing with the Le Maire estate case, to this man who seemed to be heading towards a new life. woman.

"Although it's a bit wrong to think this way, it would be great if every commission was so simple."

Gu, this was Xia De's thoughts when he saw off his generous client downstairs.

On Tuesday, Xia De's eye problem was still unresolved, and there were dots of light like stars in his eyes, which showed no sign of fading. So, he could only use the eye shadow that Tifa sent, and because he didn't know how to use this cosmetic, he wasted ten minutes of the maid's time teaching him how to apply it.

Tifa was almost cheek-to-cheek, putting eyeshadow on his front. Although the two had no physical contact, Xia De still blushed a little when he saw Tifa's face at such a close distance.

When he went to see off Priest Augustus at Tobesk Railway Station in the afternoon, Shad went out with his eyes smeared. As a result, not only ordinary people didn't notice the abnormality, even Priest Augustus, who was proficient in potions, didn't see any problem with his eyes.

In this way, Xia De can finally take part in the rematch of big city players tomorrow with peace of mind.

"How soon will you be at Midhill, Reverend?"

still in torbay

On the platform of the Sk Railway Station, Shad and the priest bid their final farewell. There were also two old local priests who wanted to leave with Priest Augustus, so the church organized a special send-off team, so the other three members of the group did not come, and Shade came on their behalf.

"We took the steam locomotive specially arranged by the church for the kingdom, from Tobesk to Fort Midhill. We may stop halfway to change the locomotive, add some fuel, and change the drinking water and food in the car... It will take about six or seven days to reach Fort Midhill."

The priest thought for a while and gave an answer.

In fact, in addition to the reasons given by the priests for the need to stop, long-distance steam train travel also needs to consider "train sickness". That is, because of the mental torture and pain caused by shaking and noise, passengers have a mental illness after taking a train for a long time.

This strange ailment has been noticed as steam trains and railroad tracks spread from the core cities of the Old World. After the church confirmed that it had nothing to do with occultism, the intervention of a psychiatrist effectively helped explain the "train sickness".

The straight-line distance between Fort Midhill and Tobesk is about 1,100 miles (about 1,770 kilometers), and the maximum speed of contemporary steam trains is 70km/h. Consider the parking time, and consider that the tracks cannot be laid along the shortest distance. Therefore, it is normal to spend about a week from Tobesk City, which is located in the northwest of the Old World, to Fort Midhill, which is located in the middle-east of the Old World, even if it is a direct steam train.

"Then I wish you a safe journey, and don't forget to send us a letter when you arrive."

Shad waved goodbye to Priest Augustus, then lowered his voice:

"If you have time, UU reading www.uukanshu.com don't forget my sword."

The priest smiled and blinked:

"Of course, but don't forget to help me clean up."

Priest Augustus won't be back for probably most of the autumn, so his potions workshop needs to be tended to. Among the four people in the same group, Xia De seemed the most leisurely, and as a senior believer of the Church of Dawn, he also had reasons to be close to the Plaza of Dawn, so the priest handed him the spare key.

"No problem, I wish you well."

"I am with other people in the church, of course I will be safe. Also, I have friends in the local area, and it seems like I haven't seen each other for many years."

The priest said, and then talked with colleagues who came to see him off from the Church of Dawn.

Xia De stood there, together with the nuns and priests of the Dawn Church, watching the priest carry the luggage into the car. Then, just like seeing off Captain Ladds that day, amidst the gushing steam and the sound of sirens, the train carried Priest Augustus away.

"By the time the priest returns from Middlehill, it will probably be near the snow season."

Xia De thought to himself, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the exit of the station with the people from the church.

For some reason, he recalled that two weeks ago when Professor Via Millar from the School of Astronomy performed a divination for the five members of the group, the results of the others were all considered normal, but Priest Augustus's was "death".

"It should be fine..."

Thinking in his heart, he turned his head and looked at the empty platform after the send-off people had left:

"Why did you suddenly think of this?"

He really couldn't figure it out.