Whispering Verse

Shade actually kept a diary, but he did not write a real diary. Instead, after inheriting the diary of the previous detective, he wrote five or six days a week, "There is no client today, and the deposit has been reduced" or "Little Mia eats." If you get too much, consider asking Miss God for money" and other useless sentences.

Professor Drake is different from Shade. He has a good habit of recording his life every day. His diary is quite well preserved, and all the records before and after the adventure more than ten years ago are also there. Although on the surface, the contents of those diaries were very normal, Shade discovered that a few days before the professor set out for the "Lake of the Cherubim", he had complained in his diary that his eyes were red and swollen, and he would appear when looking at things. Ghosting.

Maybe this is just a minor problem in the eyes of ordinary people, but for a ring warlock like Shade, when investigating an abnormal event and the person involved in the incident has eye problems, there is a high probability that this person will have problems all over his body.

As for the letters, Professor Drake had intensively communicated with friends and academic colleagues in other places to discuss issues before going to the Lake of the Cherubim. The letters themselves were just trivial matters such as publishing papers, inviting visiting students, and asking if there were any student recommendations, but they made Shade wonder if Professor Drake had encountered strange things before going to the "Lake of Cherubim" , perhaps he wrote to other professors of history and folklore to inquire.

Therefore, Shade can search for Professor Drake's old friends to ask whether Professor Drake asked any unusual questions more than ten years ago. The reason why he had this idea was because he found a familiar name in the pile of yellowed old letters:

"Professor Tiris Manning of Tobesk?"

He handed the old letter to Professor Drake at the desk. In the letter, the two were discussing the issue of cat worship, and believed that the worship of cats was related to the original moon worship. Therefore, they believed that the extremely ancient tradition of moon worship still existed in the Karas Mountain area, and they agreed to have time to see one together. look.

"Oh, Professor Manning, we haven't contacted each other for many years."

Professor Drake looked through past letters with a nostalgic expression:

"Why, Mr. Watson, do you know him?"

"As you know, I'm from Delarian. When I was in Tobesk City, I once visited Professor Manning to discuss the connection between cats and dreams."

Shade said with a strange expression, thinking of the [Happy Dream Pen] incident in his mind, and then thought that Professor Manning really made a lot of friends and had amazing connections in the academic circles of history and folklore. The folklorists Shade met in different cities, either normal or eccentric, were all more or less able to relate to Professor Manning.

"Professor Manning seems to be three or four years younger than me. Is he okay now?"

Professor Drake asked.

"The professor is in very good health."

After Professor Manning encountered the "Happy Dream Pen" out-of-control incident, his body quickly recovered. This is something that even a lustful young man can't do.

"I still have some friendship with Professor Manning. I will write to Professor Manning. He may have clues."

Shade said, Professor Drake nodded, holding the letter as if recalling the past.

"Diary" and "letter" are the more obvious clues, but the third clue is a bit vague.

That is the professor's old book "On the Development of Folklore", which should be an old textbook from the past. When Shade touched the book, "she" reminded Shade that there were extremely thin traces of elements on this book, which was almost equivalent to no traces at all.

After Shade opened the book, he found a line of strange characters written diagonally on the side of the illustration on the last page of the book. The characters are like a series of tadpoles, obviously not contemporary writing. Shade relied on his own knowledge of words and tilted his head to translate the meaning of that line of text:

[Knowledge is power. 】

"Professor, what text is this?"

Shade handed the book to Professor Drake, who was looking at a stack of old manuscript papers at the table. The professor struggled to take it, but after taking a look, he shook his head:

"I haven't seen such writing either."

"Didn't you write this?"

The professor hesitated:

"At least I don't remember it."

Shade then took the book and temporarily left it as the third clue. Perhaps this was another distraction that, like the "Swamp Witch", had nothing to do with the goal of his investigation. But these are the only clues in his hand, and no detail can be missed.

Shade spent the entire afternoon of Thursday at Professor Drake's house. By the time the information was sorted out, the sunset had already appeared in the western sky. Seeing that the professor looked tired, Xia De said goodbye and left, promising to sort out the information in his hands as soon as possible and contact the professor immediately if there were new clues.

After a quick meal in the city, Shade did not return to the White River Valley Vineyard, but went to Mr. Bernhardt's estate in the east of the city.

The Bernhardt family is one of the oldest families in the local area. The vineyards, farmland and land occupied by the family cover an area that outsiders cannot imagine. Although he only holds the title of Viscount, Mr. Armand Bernhard's quality of life is extremely favorable, and coupled with his high level as a ring warlock, he is almost the best leader of the clan among the local vampires.

Unlike the dark and scary castles where vampires live in horror stories, Mr. Bernhardt’s manor is bright and majestic. It is even said that when it was completed more than 300 years ago, the city’s priest was invited to bless it.

Because it was not his first visit to Bernhardt Manor, when Shade rode his horse to the door of the manor in the night and rang the bell, the servant who came to open the door recognized him almost immediately.

When Shade saw Mr. Bernhardt, the latter was looking through a roll of parchment in the study with a sad face. When Shade came in, he asked:

"Xia De, how is your ancient writing skills?"

"Which era of writing?"

Even though he could understand any words, Shade still asked, not only to hide the secret, but also to show humility.

"Writing written around 2500 in the Fifth Age, but I'm not sure where it originated."

He handed the parchment in his hand to Shade, and then ordered the servant to bring tea:

"I have systematically studied ancient writing, but I'm not good at it... I'm not born stupid, I'm just not good at it."

The middle-aged vampire sighed, and Shade glanced at the content on the parchment:

"Oh, this, I took it in my elective course at St. Byrons. It says..."

He roughly scanned the words. Although the words containing strange knowledge would affect the spirit, at least the words on this parchment could not affect Shade:

"It's really weird. The 'emotions' here are regarded as symbiotic parasites that live in the soul, and the story of the interaction between the parasite's 'emotions' and people is described. But the content here should not be complete, it is neither the beginning nor the end."

"Yes Yes."

Mr. Bernhard seemed very happy and stood up from his desk:

"The educational level of St. Byrons is indeed very good. It is worthy of being one of the three major thaumaturgy academies famous in the material world. This is an excerpt from "The Book of Seven Emotions", including the parts of 'anger' and 'jealousy'. My friend put it It was lent to me, but neither of us understood the writing.”

"Please give me paper and pen, and I will help translate. Mr. Bernhardt, you are really lucky. I bet that other local correspondence magicians may not be able to recognize these words."

Shade said, there were only more than 200 characters on the parchment in his hand.

"That's great, Shade. I didn't expect your cultural level to be so high."

Mr. Bernhardt complimented him, not being polite to Shade.

After the servant brought the black tea and snacks, Shade had almost finished translating the short text. The two went to the sofa to talk about things. Shade picked up the black tea and let the heat hit his cheeks. Mr. Bernhardt joked:

"Princess Margaret visited Tobesk, but the big news is recently. News about Tobesk comes every day. I heard some rumors about Lakeview Manor the night before yesterday. I hope I remembered the place name correctly, Lakeview The grand banquet at the manor, Shade, are you already familiar with Princess Margaret?"

"This news has reached Kasenlik?"

Xia De, who was holding the teacup, said in surprise.

"This kind of interesting news always spreads very fast. Ordinary people may not have heard of it, but I have a special access. Detective, there are only a few ways for people to entertain themselves. Among them, talking about rumors and news about the royal family, even Ring warlocks love it too.”

After speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Shade:

"Have you tried to persuade Princess Margaret to sell you the royal family's White River Valley vineyard?"

Shade did have this plan. After all, he only knew this one member of the Anjou royal family:

"Princess Margaret and I are not that familiar yet. However, the princess invited me to participate in the reading salon next week. I think I should express myself appropriately. The White River Valley Vineyard is really important to me."

He is not shy about his thoughts, and Mr. Bernhardt understands:

"Her Highness Margaret Anjou was a difficult girl to deal with when she was in Willendale. Before that, I heard that she hated dealing with men, and there were some not-so-good rumors about this."

This is because Her Royal Highness the Princess still wants to become Miss Sylvia's apprentice.

"Although His Highness is good at socializing, he is not someone who is easy to please. Shade, to what extent is your relationship with His Highness now?"

Mr. Bernhardt asked with great interest. Just as he said, in an era when there were few entertainment methods, talking about the news about the royal family was a rare national entertainment activity:

"Last week I was asked to help transport those smuggled... ahem, those tobaccos, because we are distant relatives, otherwise how could His Highness be so polite to me."

Shade thought for a while:

"Our relationship...we played a guessing game and she gave me the handkerchief."

The vampire showed an expression of awe, but felt that it was not an exaggeration. He vaguely remembered that the young man in front of him had done something more exaggerated, but he felt that he could not remember what it was.

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