Chapter 34: Finding a Clue

The four walked away with pride, all of them joined in and all left. The men were grateful for the help she gave. They carried on walking, Mythra was happy as she was able to see Evalynn's powers again but something felt off.

Is that was very diverse, and that guy didn't act too drunk.

She shrugged her shoulders and moved on, going with Evalynn and leaving the two behind.

***

Eader and Samuel had a talk, a few minutes after they left

"Why didn't you apologies to him?"

Eader looked at him, "it was fun, also I wanted to test out my power," acting cocky to hide his secret

"Wha-What do you mean?"

"The guys punches hurt barely, the only person I was worried about was Adam, that guy packed a a punch, he only hit me but it made me fling back," the Samuel defied his talk.

"But you got a scar from him when he hit you, that was bad," he gave a cross face, but a baby face, which made him laugh.

"I got hit with my own sword, so it was not him."

"How did you get by your sword, did he use it on you?"

"No, they were in my trousers, in my shirt."

"Why were they in there, could you not have summoned it?"

"No no, I couldn't have."

"Why not?"

"Cause I have no sword."

". . .What."

Eader gave a dumbfounded look, like a baby trying to make a face but he puked all over it, so he tried to fix the face but only the parts he puked on.

Samuel was confused, so he made sure he was right," you could not summon your sword, why?"

This put Eader in a picky situation.

Tell him or not? Even Gramps doesn't know.

That was the question. He was so caught by the non painful laugh that he sneered his question with out realising, he started to play dumb.

"Well, I don't want to tell you," he turned away, hoping he would stop asking, but it did not work.

"No, listen, you can trust me, I know we only met two weeks ago, but still, we are friends," his face, his face had a smile; the smile had joy and hopefulness; the face came with loving beautiful eyes with his glasses-less face; the eyes were close, showing a bigger gleam; but the hair was jot in his face, they were to the side; eyelashes making a ninety degree C and all of them combined to get her would make them go pure happiness…

But a tear came from him, with him having that face on doing three and a half seconds, this would make anybody cry, hoping the person that did that to him would pay up, and they would give a tear themselves.

An eye for an eye.

Eader replied, "you see… I can't summon my sword very well," he said, giving a white lie, saying in a slow monotone voice.

The face that he protracted gleefully, became complete, with a smile as big as the grand canyon, and a leader, anybody would vote for.

"Ok, thank you for telling the truth," the smile would have made someone pass away. However, the conversation made Eader realise that he had no sword anymore.

What do I do?

Samuel wiped the tear-off him, "um, haha, well this is embarrassing," he blushed but, Eader calmed him down.

"Do you want some more tea?"

He tried to give the same smile he had done but it was not the same.

***

A man of words once said if you screw up then you have to make it up, but if you **** then you are ******.

This is what the detective thought when pinned down.

How did it come to this?

It was truly weird what happened. But you don't know so let me tell you.

Both of the pair made them self to the place they were meant to go, the owner of the warehouse. They were in the mirror image of the detective, the metallic car. It was pretty annoying for Charlotte as she had been in the stinking car for more than an hour, the detective did not mind at all.

"Lets hope it is a quick and safe trip, if not get ready, "the detective said it optimistically which infuriated Charlotte. She punched him at the gut, not to painful, but enough force to make him feel it.

He coughed in response and glares at her, she sticks out a tongue with a cheeky smile,"sowwy," saying in a cute voice, for weird people. Then the rest the ride was silent. Charlotte smiled.

1-0 to me.

They arrived to a weird palace, as this was her job, she was a building agent, selling houses to people. They went in. The outside was a normal shop, huge green sign, open times and a window showcasing the inside.

Inside was also typical- what did you expect. Two desks both occupied with people. The detective started looking around, Charlotte did all the talking, a person walked up to her, she showed her badge, they become scared the normal routine.

Then she started being mobile. He followed, going through the setting room all the same wooden chairs with different cushion covering.

There was an oak door, but used up, showing how old it was. They entered. It went into a hallway with three rooms, both like a bank scenery on the right and at the end, there was a sign which said "toilet." This for some reason made him snickered as it stood out, from the usual, why, because it was bright pink with a red sign, covered in flowers.

Where did the budget go?

As he violated them, Charlotte was doing something productive as she was asking questions, however none relevant. Both being very overactive.

When they arrived and where at the person, she gave a blank face, a bored face like she could be doing something better in life. "This is the person you are looking for," she then turned to her and said, quietly " these are the police," not changing her boldface at all. She then left rather quickly, as if scared, or like running away from a bug.

"Hello, are you Jaiden?" The voice was strong but not too powerful, not trying to scare her. She just nodded. "Then Jaiden," she increased her tone, " can you tell us who you sold this warehouse to," the voice was getting slowly, like taking a mick, but her face still stayed balmy.

The detective, back to himself, grabbed her and made her sit down. This surprised her, but it gave her time to calm down. "Sorry, but can you please do as she told you," this caused her to do an action. She started typing very well and fast.

Good, good.

She showed the details on the screen, showing a name with a huge document. He nodded, "can you take us to where he could be?"

It was more a plead but he could not be bothered to wait with Charlotte another day, once a month was good enough. "Why?

He immediately answered," so we cab clarify who the right person is," this made her give a brief "I get it" face. The whole lot then started leaving, and Charlotte started talking to the clerk, making her not worry. She agreed rather quickly though, and they left for the car.