[WP] Chapter 36: The Returning Doctor

[WP] Chapter 36: The Returning Doctor

"Detective, you are very lucky. If I didn't happen to have this relic, this transaction would probably not be so smooth. After all, for a weak ring wizard, too mysterious knowledge and too powerful weapons are also dangerous detectives. I don't care about the dark box. Happy cooperation."

The words of the lady inside the door seemed to mean to send the guests away.

Shade closed the ring box and took it from the maid. When the maid walked towards the door again, she did not say goodbye and left, but sorted out his mood and said loudly:

"Madam, I don't know if I have the honor to know your identity."

"You don't have this honor for the time being."

The woman spoke very directly, and Shade seemed to hear the black-haired maid who was pushing the door accidentally laugh.

"I know what you are worried about. Now that I know your identity and your appearance, I can naturally find out your address and the identity of the correspondence ring wizards in your group. But so what? The most important thing for a correspondence ring wizard is not to let the church know their identity. Do you think I am a member of the church?"

Just as the woman thought that Shade was not a devout believer in the gods, Shade also did not think that he was a devout believer.

"You can tell the correspondence ring wizards in your group about what happened tonight. They naturally know the rules of this city. Including our transaction, you can of course tell them. Do you have any questions?"

She was probably in a good mood because she got the information from Shade, even though she was a little unhappy at the beginning.

"You are here tonight."

"Of course, it's not for you. It's just an accident that I met you. I'm here in this undignified place tonight because I heard that the club has a very rare Rhodes card."

"Which series is it?"

"It doesn't matter. It's a fake Rhodes card."

"That's unfortunate. Goodbye, ma'am. I hope you can touch the statue of the old god as soon as possible."

This is to remind the other party to find it as soon as possible, so as not to give [Mercury Blood] time to transfer so that he can't find the statue and blame Shade.

"Then goodbye, detective. Speaking of which, I admire young people like you. Just now, when the relic went out of control, your reaction was very good. Most first-ring wizards don't behave like you.

If you need anything, you can contact me through this club. But you know, all gifts have prizes."

"Yes, ma'am, I wish you a good night."

Shade turned around and left here, holding the ring box, but suddenly turned back to look at the half-open door at the door.

"Ma'am, about the [Dark Box]."

"Rare relics of the Third Age; relics are all from the end of the era. It is made up of resentment and hatred, so there is no need to doubt what you hear.

The fifth era is the era of witches. The war between the last thirteen witch emperors almost attracted terrible existences outside the material world;

The fourth era is the era of darkness and chaos. Darkness shrouds the earth, and strange things run rampant in the material world.

In the third era, alien races coexist with humans, but at the same time, terrible and strange humanoid creatures occupy most of the material world. They are evil spirits born in whispers. Humans and other normal lives live in a corner and protect each other."

She didn't say anything else, and Shade also bowed slightly to express his gratitude for the free knowledge and then walked out the door.

The maid outside the door was waiting for Shade and led Shade from the third floor to the stairs on the first floor. Shade met the dejected little Franklin there, and the two left the club together.

Returning from the noisy room to the misty summer night street, the depressed mood also improved a lot.

Shade was still immersed in the series of events that had just happened, recalling the moment when his fingers glowed and thinking about the details of the transaction.

Therefore, the two did not talk much along the way. They followed the street with gas street lights and walked towards the apartment rented by the Franklin family on a quiet night.

Just when they were about to reach their destination, little Franklin stepped into the shadow of the antique shop sign on the street that was not illuminated by the gas street lights and suddenly turned and ran. Shade, who was well prepared, immediately chased him. The two did not even run half a street, and little Franklin was kicked down by the detective's boots behind him.

"Who did my father find this time? Have you practiced long-distance running? Are you going to participate in the Tobesk Youth Games? Where was the detective last time?"

He was panting, and Shade held his hands behind his back. While asking questions hoarsely, he did not want to break free. Young people are not good at running.

"Still want to run? Weren't you also caught by the detective last time? Uncle Sparrow died, and I took over his job, but I haven't practiced long-distance running."

Shade felt the power in this body. Not only was it a ring wizard, but the quality of this body itself was quite good. He doesn't know how Detective Sparrow used a few months to make the tramp like this.

As for pretending to be someone else's nephew, it's nothing. After all, Shade inherited all the detective's inheritance.

"Dead? The guy who pointed a gun at my head and asked me to leave the gambling table is dead."

Little Franklin was a little surprised, but his tone was full of joy.

"It's good for that kind of evil person to die."

But according to the commission records left by the detective that Shade found, he took Little Franklin away from the underground casinos and clubs in the slums twice, both by the power of words. Detective Sparrow Hamilton described himself as a charming person who is quite good at persuading others.

"It seems that his records cannot be fully trusted. Did he lose his gun? Or did he hide it, but I didn't find it?"

"Speaking of which, how about you let me go? I'll give you more gold pounds if I win the bet."

Little Franklin still wanted to break free.

"I'm so sorry for your father."

"Come on, you're arresting me for money."

The young gambler laughed, expecting the detective to fight back, but he didn't expect the detective to nod.

"Yes, gold pounds are, of course, important. Otherwise, why would I arrest you on a foggy night when I'm not at home with the gas lamp on to take care of the cute cat?"

Although he encountered an accident in the club, at least the process of submitting the commission and getting the reward was smooth. The Franklins did not embarrass their son, and Shade only received a half-pound reward and two pounds of casino debt paid in advance at the door and then left directly.

Before leaving, he saw little Franklin in the house, making vicious gestures at him. Shade was not angry, but he felt sympathy for Mr. Franklin.

"Every family in every era has its own story. I'd better take care of myself first."

He walked into the long night with his hands in his pockets, saying goodbye to his first formal employer.

It was already late at night, and the detective with a tight wallet still did not take a carriage but walked back home. He had to collect 10 pounds within a month. Even if the relics at home could be pawned, he had to develop the habit of being stingy.

So it was already late at night when he got home. When he left the misty outdoors and climbed up the dim stairs, he felt extremely lonely. After entering the door, he was worried that the orange cat "Mia" would defecate everywhere, but fortunately, it was very obedient and left "traces" on the pile of sand prepared by Shade before going out into the corner of the balcony.

As for the cat itself, it rushed over when the tired detective just opened the door, grabbed his trouser legs and asked him to hold it, and was extremely excited about Shade's return. This made Shade, who had walked alone for several hours at night, feel particularly moved and warm in his heart.

"Even if your owner doesn't come to pick you up, I will adopt you."

"Meow~"

He said after picking up the well-behaved cat, the orange cat Mia rubbed Shade's chest with her soft little head to express her love for him. The detective then used a blanket on the desk in his bedroom to make a temporary nest for Mia.

It was late at night, and the [blood-sucking ring] was not studied further, but even though he slept very late that night, he woke up on time again at more than six o'clock the next day, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The goat milk ordered yesterday was delivered together with milk and newspapers. Shade had breakfast with the well-behaved orange cat Mia for the first time in this house and made plans for today's itinerary.

Today is Tuesday, and he needs to see Dr. Schneider tomorrow, but for the note left yesterday, he must go to the doctor.

Having completed two commissions in one day yesterday, Shade has gained a lot of confidence in taking over the business of the firm.

But today he does not plan to deal with the cases left by the previous detective. He plans to check the house carefully after returning from the doctor, find the pistol, and continue to read the doctor's notes and past commission records to study his spiritual runes.

Mia is still the one who stays at home. Shade carries the relic [blood-sucking ring] with him and walks through the city in the thin mist.

The process of walking from the center of Tobesk to the doctor's clinic in the eastern part of the city took him several hours in the morning, but the unique scenery of the unfamiliar steam age and the European architectural style made Shade very curious.

Along the beautiful, wealthy area of Roentgen Avenue, when he saw the four-wheeled carriage parked outside the psychological clinic and the gentleman with a black top hat getting off the carriage, Shade was still worried about whether the doctor would come back.

Fortunately, the several hours of travel were not in vain. The blue-eyed doctor came back, but he looked quite troubled when he received Shade.

Shade remembered that Miss Louisa said that his luck was usually bad, and this time he also encountered troubles:

"So I always hate dealing with nobles. If they can be treated, they will not take psychological problems seriously; if they cannot be treated, they will think that there is something wrong with my level.

This time, bulimia is very problematic. The lady probably concealed some secrets that she was unwilling to say. People always don't trust doctors. Shade, if you encounter a noble commission, you will understand what I mean. Please sit down; I saw your note, but what is the specific matter?"

(End of this chapter)