Whispering Verse

Mr. Oxenfurt shook his head and put the ring back on his rough finger:

"Thank you for your kindness. Something happened between Haila and I. Did she not let you tell me about it? She always does this, but I still regret that you didn't tell the truth. I thought you could become friends. of."

After listening to his words, Shade looked at Mr. Oxenfurt's friends who were setting fire, trying not to show too much contempt:

"To me, you and your wife are just strangers. I met her first, so I agreed to her request."

"Do you sympathize with my wife? Are you guessing that there is something wrong with our relationship?"

Mr. Oxenfurt asked with a frown, his gray-blue eyes a little red due to the firelight.

Shade smiled:

"I'm not a nosy person, and your wife obviously knows you better than me. Of course I will pity a woman whose feelings have been frustrated, but I don't know you at all. I don't know you except your name. Any information other than that. In this case, using your own thoughts to speculate on other people's situations, and even taking the initiative to help others, is a behavior only found in knight novels."

For Shade, at least someone must clearly ask him for help and offer a clear price-even if it is just 1 penny, before he will consider whether to help.

[Last summer, when you helped that woman find a child, you didn’t consider the price. 】

"She" suddenly said with a smile.

"That time was for psychological satisfaction, and that woman was not weird at all."

Shade responded in his heart, and Mr. Oxenfurt nodded:

"I roughly understand what kind of person you are. You are actually more suitable to be a detective than a novel writer."

"It just so happened that I was contemplating a detective novel. Just like Delrayon's "Hamilton Detective Stories," one book can last a lifetime, which is really enviable."

After saying that, Xia De narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Mr. Oxenfurt, did you really come to me today to talk to me about [Original Land]?"

He looked at the increasingly powerful fire scene again:

"If nothing else, I think it's time to leave."

"It is indeed related to [Original Earth]."

Mr. Oxenfurt stopped him, and after taking back the ring, he held his two strong arms in front of his chest again:

"[Creation Earth] is not in my hands, but I know who and where it is. Do something for me, and I can tell you how to find him."

"I won't set a fire."

"No, not setting a fire."

"Why are you looking for me?"

Shade pointed to himself:

"I said, I'm just an ordinary writer."

"But you beat me, twice."

Oxenfurt stretched out his hand again, his face extremely serious, which greatly enhanced his fierce look:

"You beat me, proving that you are better than me. If you don't believe it"

He looked at his and his companion's horses beside them, with guns and swords strapped to them.

"I'm not going to fight with you here or compete with you in swordsmanship. I don't know those things."

Shade said immediately, and Stone Oxenfurt took out a dice from his pocket:

"Let's guess the size of the number and see who can guess closer. I guess 1."

Shade frowned:

"6."

The ivory-like die was thrown and then fell directly to the ground. After bouncing a few times, it stopped when it hit a crack in the ground. The upward side was 5.

Shade remained silent, and Mr. Oxenfurt snorted:

"Sure enough, help me find something. When I got married to Haila two years ago, in addition to this family ring, I also gave her the ancestral 'Kasenrik Third Class Combat Hero Badge' - about 300 The ancestors obtained it from the battle with Delarion years ago, as well as a sapphire earring embedded with glass. The main body is sapphire, and a drop of my blood is sealed in the glass pendant."

This sounds very romantic.

"These three items have all been lost. Don't ask why, they are my family affairs. Now that the ring has been recovered by you, if you can bring the other two items to me, you will know whose hands the [Creation Earth] is. .And, I am confident in persuading the other party to give it to you."

"Were they thrown into the river too?"

"It may be in the river, but it may also be in any corner of this city. I can only guarantee that the badge and earrings are still in the Randall Valley. Originally, I didn't want to let them come back, but now that you have found the ring, I think it's possible you could find the other two items as well."

Shade pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment:

"I accept the deal, but I can't guarantee that I will find it. After all, I am the writer John Watson, not the famous detective Red Jade's Hamilton in the storybook."

"It doesn't matter, it's not particularly important to me whether you can find them or not. Later, I will send someone to send photos of the two pieces of jewelry to the Fertile Land Hotel."

"Okay, then we've settled. Happy cooperation."

Shade stretched out his hand to him. Mr. Oxenfurt was a little surprised, but he also stretched out his hand and held it.

Just as Shade thought, Mr. Oxenfurt's hands were extremely rough. Of course, Shade didn't have the ability to judge other people's occupations by shaking hands like Director Anlos, but he could also judge that the other person was more suitable for holding a knife or a gun.

[Ordinary people, at least judging from the current contact, they are ordinary people. 】

The two did not shake hands for a while and then let go. Mr. Oxenfurt suddenly exerted force:

"When you find the other two pieces of jewelry, just bring them to me directly. There is no need to give them to my wife. In addition to [Original Land], I can give you an additional reward."

"Thank you very much for your generosity. Also, next time you invite me, please don't do it in a place like this. I will think that you are trying to threaten me."

Feeling the strength on his palm, Xia De also exerted a little force.

The firelight illuminated the profiles of the two men shaking hands. Stone Oxenfurt frowned slightly, while Shade stared at him. The fire gave the illusion that their faces in the shadows were shaking. The setting sun had already set below the city, and the increasingly clear shadows were shaking with the light of the fire.

Five seconds later, both Shade and Mr. Oxenfurt let go of each other's hands. Shade didn't use all his strength, so he was slightly at a disadvantage. But considering his self-proclaimed career as a writer, this "slight disadvantage" is normal.

"You have great strength, you don't look like a writer."

"Writers who traveled in the Old World would have been buried long ago if they didn't have the strength. I never underestimate the risks of traveling alone."

"Then I'm waiting for your good news."

Mr. Oxenfurt said, Shade nodded, turned and walked towards the horse tied in the woods.

When riding back to the city, Shade was still thinking about Mr. Oxenfurt. There is definitely something wrong with this man, this is the tip given by Shade's sixth sense. Moreover, no one who has been associated with the [All Things Impermanent Card] in the past is a normal person, and he will not take any chances.

The only question now is, what is his problem:

"Is he the chosen one? But Luvia said that the chosen one cannot be an ordinary person."

It was completely dark when he rode back to the city. As Shade rode his horse past the streetlights, the dim lights lit up one after another, providing the city with nighttime light.

At the Wilde Opera House, Miss Benenice was instructing the young girls in the troupe to rehearse a new opera. Shade noticed that she used the Unicorn Song he brought back from the Fifth Age.

"Is Miss Lassers here?"

Shade also walked into the small hall on the side of the second floor. Miss Bernanis asked the girls singing loudly on the stage to rest for a while, and then asked Shade to sit down in the first row and talk:

"What, do you have something to do with her? What other personal matters can you and Siris have?"

The tone felt a little wrong when he said it, but fortunately Shade didn't hear it at all:

"I want to track down a perfectly carved stone sculpture that may have something to do with the Masons."

He took out the photo of the stone statue, and Miss Benenice took a look at it:

"It's too vague, I have no impression. She went to the banquet on my behalf. This time it was the local Earl Johnson, who invited William Anjou and Margaret to the banquet. She seemed to want to introduce her daughter to William Anjou. Ru. If you are in a hurry to find her, just go directly, I have an invitation here."

"Don't worry, I will need to use a time key later, and it will be the same tomorrow morning."

Shade said slightly relaxedly:

"After all, today is Sunday, so there's no need to push yourself too hard."

"I always feel that you are very busy, always running around with a serious look on your face. If you have nothing to do tonight, how about you stay at my place and watch the rehearsal? If you want to listen to me sing, I can do the same as last week Sing it to you."

The blond witch smiled and wanted to return the photo to Shade, but after taking a closer look, she felt that the face of the stone statue was very familiar:

"It's a bit like Hiris' father Owen Lacers, you can ask her."

The last time Shade took out the photo of "Mr. Thomas Granger", Miss Benanis also asked Miss Lassers to take a look to see if it was his missing father.

"Is it similar?"

"I have never met Mr. Owen Lassers, I have only seen old photos. Moreover, your photo of the stone statue is too blurry, so I can't be sure. Besides, in my opinion, men of this age generally have only a few looks. There is no distinction between height, weight and clothing, so it is difficult to judge the identity.”

As expected, witches are not interested in men at all:

"So, I can only say it looks very similar, but I can't be sure."

Shade nodded, wondering why the statue of Miss Lassers' missing father was in the church, so he asked casually:

"I have always heard that Miss Lassers is the leader of an old god cult. Which old god does she believe in?"

When the question came out, Xia De blinked suddenly. He was surprised that he had never asked this question for so long. But if you think about it carefully, this question doesn't seem to be important.

"Um?"

When he realized what he had subconsciously ignored and the impact of "forgetting" and "ignoring", his whole body felt like being struck by thunder, or like being hit in the face by little Mia. His thoughts were quickly cleared up, and the ideas that had been ignored time and time again finally became completely clear at this moment.