After seeing Miss Annat off, Shad spent the morning studying the Founding Silver Moon, and then had to admit that this card might not really have any mysterious power.
He even held the cards in front of the cat with a try-it attitude, but the orange cat just sniffed and walked away in disgust.
He went out for lunch at noon, and then spent his time reading and continuing to translate Miss Louisa's book. His progress was not bad, and he should be able to finish translating all the content before the group meeting tomorrow afternoon. In this way, he would not have to worry about delaying Miss Louisa's work.
While flipping through the textbooks, Xia De suddenly realized that he might actually be able to complete the exams for certain subjects during the exam week at the end of this month.
Although he was not a person with a photographic memory, the foreigner was proficient in test-taking skills and was even more proficient in completing academic work that others would take half a year to complete in just a few weeks.
What's more important is that the study of these theoretical courses, whether it is the classification of plants from another world, the introduction to alchemy, or even stargazing and divination, are all contents that Shade is very interested in.
With interest, hard work and some skills, Xia De is confident that he can pass several exams by the end of the month.
Of course, his best subjects should be "Introduction to Ancient Languages (Fifth Era 0-2000)", "Introduction to Ancient Languages (Fifth Era 2000-4000)", and "Introduction to Ancient Languages (Fifth Era 4000-5793)". These three courses introduced most of the important languages of the Fifth Era, involving more than thirty languages.
The course only required a simple introduction, and mastery was required at a higher level. But after reading the book several times, Xia De confirmed that these languages were no problem for him at all.
He understood it completely, although he couldn't speak or write, but the first-grade exam didn't include speaking and writing. It would be enough for him as long as he could simply classify the language and translate some simple sentences.
"In this way, apart from the delivery tonight and the game on the weekend, it seems that there is nothing big going on recently."
Xia De thought to himself when he looked out the window and relaxed his eyes during his free time.
I just put in the newspaper advertisement yesterday, so naturally no clients came today. So I spent the whole day reading. Since I had a large income, I still took the cat out for dinner.
He didn't leave until the time for Miss Karina's delivery task was almost up.
The trading time is midnight, which is probably a convention, just like the undercovers have to talk on the roof, otherwise 10 o'clock at night is also possible. After all, there is no decent nightlife in this era to let people wander the streets late at night.
The transaction took place on the Disk Bridge across the Terrarium River, just thirty minutes away from St. Teresa's Square.
Xia De deliberately put on a mask, put on a robe he took out from the closet, and left home at eleven o'clock.
With the arrival of the Thunder Month in July, the city would not feel cold even in the middle of the night. It was only eleven and twenty minutes when he arrived near the bridge. Shade stood against the wall of the street near the bridge entrance for a while, looking around and found that only a few pubs were open.
But instead of entering the pub in his suspicious attire, he made a long detour around the area, stooped down under the riverbank, and entered under Tower Bridge.
This was the home of the homeless people, and they all slept on their straw mats and newspapers at this late hour. Some people noticed the arrival of the strangely dressed guy, but no one paid any attention to Shade.
Huddled in a dark corner, holding a pocket watch, Xia De hid beside the man with a strange smell. He waited until 11:50 before he suddenly stood up and took a step to leave, but after thinking for a while, he took out a small copper coin of one penny from his pocket and threw it in front of the man. After accepting the whispered thanks, he walked from the stone steps of the river bank to the bridgehead.
It was exactly twelve o'clock when I stepped onto the bridge. In the thick fog of the night, I saw a carriage parked on the left side of the center of the Tower Bridge. There were three old-fashioned kerosene lamps hanging on the rear of the carriage, which was the agreed signal.
Visibility was affected in the thick fog, and the three kerosene lamps looked like the eyes of a giant beast crawling on the bridge.
The masked detective took a deep breath and then coughed because of the air. He patted his chest and walked over. Looking at the four-wheeled carriage from a distance, it seemed that there was no one in it.
But when I got closer, I saw that the coachman was standing on the side of the carriage, between the edge of the Tower Bridge and the carriage.
The man was dressed very much like the driver who pulled the trigger of the Kindness Gun yesterday, except that he was taller. His skin was dark, as if he had been exposed to the sun, but Tobysk had been covered with fog in recent weeks, so the sun should not be that strong.
The other party saw the strangely dressed stranger approaching, but just looked at him without saying anything, and scanned Xia De up and down with sharp eyes. After Xia De approached, he coughed and asked:
"Did you bring what the lady wanted?"
The man nodded hesitantly, then flicked the cigarette butt in his hand under the bridge, and the light swirled and disappeared in the thick fog:
"I have it, but you need to prove your identity."
"no problem."
Xia De thought back to the content on the piece of paper with the transaction information. The codeword this time was much more normal than that of Old John:
"The lady said that the blue butterfly flowers on the shore of Lake Cesia were Queen Diana's favorite."
The two were less than five steps apart. Xia De clearly saw that the expression on the other's face had eased a little. The man dressed as a coachman nodded:
"That's fine."
He bent down and entered the carriage, and came out in just a dozen seconds, handing Xia De a palm-sized object wrapped in newspaper.
It was very light, and Shad took out the folded Threepenny Post dated yesterday. The outside page of the newspaper was a follow-up report on the child abduction incident.
It was wrapped in a dark red lacquered wooden box with a bright red Lycoris specimen on the lid. This was probably the way it was contained.
Shade clicked the silver lock open, but was unable to lift the box, a trait that fitted the description of "only for women to use".
"Is this it?"
But I still asked a question out of concern, in case the box was simply glued together.
The whispering voice then reminded me:
You came into contact with 'Whisper'.
When a ringmaster touches a relic with familiar characteristics, he can get a direct hint. Miss Carina has mentioned the characteristics of this makeup box, so even if Shade does not have such a special soul and "another self", he can know whether what he received is the real thing.