MTL - Whispering Verse-Chapter 29 Gambler

Dr. Clay was a middle-aged man, slightly older, but not more than fifty. His figure is a bit bloated, but it is well controlled under the limit of "fat".

It's just that there is no hair on his head, so he wears an obvious brown wig, which makes his eyes always look up involuntarily when talking with him at close range.

"Doctor Schneider will never come back today?"

Xia De, who was hugging the cat, confirmed unwillingly that the orange cat Mia had probably never been to a similar occasion, and now she was looking around with her eyes wide open with great interest.

"Yes, when the earl's butler came to invite Bill, he had already stated the time of this visit."

the doctor repeated.

"And do you know a friend of Dr. Schneider's, Miss Dorothy Louisa? Do you know where she lives?"

Xia De asked again, if he couldn't find a doctor, then other ring magicians in the same group can also. Regarding the statue of the evil god, he had to find someone who could handle it carefully.

"Yes, of course I do. She is a frequent visitor to our clinic. She often comes to visit because of anorexia and insomnia...but I can't disclose the patient's information at will."

Dr. Huntington said apologetically, and Xia De also knew that his request was a little too much, so he could only choose to leave a message for Dr. Schneider.

Although the statue of the evil **** with the remnants of the old **** is not a [relic], its value is still quite large.

Even if the college does not recommend that ring warlocks obtain the four elements through contact with such weird items, those tenured professors with nine rings and above in St. Byrence Comprehensive College may pass through the remnants of the old gods and belong to them. The stories of the Old Gods are written in words of power.

Doing this is definitely much safer than Shad being directly influenced by the remnants of the old gods today, so whether it is worried about Mrs. La Soya's purpose, or just wants to make a contribution by reporting this matter, it is necessary to let Schneider Doctors know about it.

But since the doctor is not there, we can only wait patiently. It was impossible for Xia De to report this matter directly to the church. He didn't care that the statue of the old blood **** would be taken away by the church, but he really didn't know how to report anonymously.

"But the doctor will be back tomorrow, and nothing will happen if you wait another day."

With this in mind, he left the doctor's psychological clinic with the cat in his arms. But there was always a feeling of uneasiness in his heart. This feeling made Xia De almost hit by a carriage at the intersection because he was distracted on the way back to the Saint-Andrés Square.

Xia De left the house early in the morning, but because the commission to find the orange cat went so smoothly, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon when he returned home.

Both he and Little Miya had lunch outside, so there was nothing to do right now.

Xia De left the cat at home, and Mia got used to the unfamiliar environment, rolling around on the sofa, or looking around in every corner of the room.

Xia De recorded the entire process of the cat hunting commission in detail in the ledger and record book left by the detective, and wrote it in strict accordance with the format of the previous detective.

After finishing writing, I looked through the detective's past records, and planned to complete the remaining two simple commissions, that is, the girl who ran away from home and the search for a doctor, in the next few days.

In this way, after getting the textbook sent by the academy on Wednesday, he can have time to investigate the detective's past acquaintances and find out what secrets Sparrow Hamilton may be hiding.

So Xia De spent the afternoon sorting out all the relics of the former detective and appraising his own property. In the evening, I took the cat out to eat again. On the way back, I bought some breadsticks at a bakery near the square, and used them as breakfast with the milk tomorrow morning.

Of course, we can't forget about the high-end cat food. Since he received the money, Xia De will take good care of the orange kitten.

Therefore, within two days of coming to this world, Xia De has become a young detective who lives in the central square of the kingdom's capital and has a cat and a job.

"Thinking of it this way, my luck is actually pretty good... just no money."

The evening time is spent on continuing to study [Time and Space] and [Silver Moon]. Because I came into contact with the remnants of the old gods today, the accumulated [miracle] elements were transformed into more spirits, making the silver light on the fingertips even more dazzling.

But it still has no attack power, and the lighting is enough.

Shad also tried the ability to ignite paper, which was also enhanced by the power gain. Although the young orange cat was frightened by the heat of the paper in Xia De's hands, and hid in Xia De's arms and refused to leave, Xia De was very happy about it.

This kind of study was terminated at almost nine o'clock that night. Shad was sitting in the study reading the doctor's notes, troubled by the doctor's cursive letters, when he heard the bell downstairs being rung.

The cat, which was still lying dormant on the table, immediately got under the desk, as if frightened.

Xia De comforted the timid little Miya, walked out of the room in doubt, and followed the stairs to the lobby on the first floor.

"Could it be that the doctor came back to the city early and saw my message?"

But no, after opening the door, a short, blond-haired middle-aged man in a black coat who was a little nervous outside was the client who came to look for Detective Sparrow Hamilton.

Xia De's first official commission came to the door.

The man's name was Raggett Franklin, an accountant who lived in the west of Tobesk City, and worked for "Hunter and Rolla's Textile Factory". This is not the first time he has come here for a commission, and he is also an acquaintance with Detective Sparrow Hamilton, so after being invited in by Shad and found by the black tea, he was very shocked by the death of the former detective.

"Sudden disease, even without effective treatment."

This is the ex-detective's explanation for his own death. In this era, medical treatment is underdeveloped, and doctors' treatment methods have just come out of the practice of "bloodletting" and "drainage"~www.novelbuddy.com~So I know it It is not uncommon for people to die suddenly from a serious illness.

"I am the detective's nephew in my hometown. I have inherited this detective firm. Uncle Sparrow passed the TOEFL to me before he died."

Xia De introduced the identity fabricated by the former detective. Seeing that Mr. Franklin believed the words, he asked:

"Although Uncle Sparrow is gone, I can still complete the commission... It is cheaper to complete the commission. Excuse me, why did you come so late?"

Not knowing whether he was moved by Xia De's sincerity or the "cheaper" promise, the middle-aged accountant hesitated before talking about his own affairs.

Although living in the royal capital, the Raggett Franklin family is just an ordinary family in this northern pearl of the old continent. Mr. Franklin, the husband, earned a living as an accountant, and Mrs. Franklin worked as a scribe at a nearby private library.

The only child in the family, Little Franklin, was the biggest headache for the couple. He was originally a good boy in the family, but ever since he met a group of cronies on the street, he hung out with them all day long, and gradually became infected. He took up the bad habit of gambling, wandering in night clubs and underground casinos, stealing money from his family and squandering it.

Mr. Franklin came here twice before for entrustment. The first time he asked Detective Sparrow Hamilton to look for Franklin Jr. who hadn't returned home for three days, and he found him in an underground casino in the slums in the north of the city. The second time was for the detective to bring out little Franklin who had been in the "Lucky Southern Cross Club" for three days.

The club's main business was alcohol, but at night it became an underground casino.