After closing the door, Miss Beatrice motioned to Shad to find a place to sit. But Shad just looked at the holy emblem of the old man holding the lantern of the sun god hanging on the wall, then took out his notebook and opened the page with words.
The above is about exchanging the finger bones of the Infernal Corpse for the witch's carbon paper.
"Why are you being so cautious? It's safe here, and no one will eavesdrop."
Miss Beas said lightly.
Xia De immediately turned to the next page, which still contained the words he had prepared in advance:
"Worry about the ability to eavesdrop on past events."
For example, the magic he mastered.
"Oh, detective, this is our base, there's no need to worry so much."
Miss Beatrice waved her hand, and then saw the detective turn another page, which read:
"It's better to be cautious."
"Oh? Did you anticipate what I was going to say in advance?"
This time, Shade didn't turn the page, but nodded directly. Then Miss Beatrice snatched the detective's notebook, closed it with a snap, and stuffed it into Shade's hand:
"Speak nicely, it's really safe here."
"Ahem, alright then."
Xia De felt that if he didn't speak, the other party might get angry, so he looked around and asked:
"Do you agree to this barter transaction?"
"Of course I agree to such a good thing, Detective, you are really reliable... Speaking of which, can you introduce me to the place where this transaction took place? I won't report it to the church, you can rest assured about that."
Miss Beas asked, but although she was trustworthy, Shad could not introduce Old John's pawn shop. He thought for a moment and said:
"I'm sorry. I asked just now, but the shop owner said that he doesn't do business with the Orthodox Church. However, if you need, I can tell you a place where sensitive knowledge can be traded. That's the library."
There is no specific connection between the Black Raven Library and the group that Shad belongs to, so Shad doesn't have to worry too much about introducing Miss Beas there.
"Thank you very much. I have been transferred here for three or four months and I still haven't found a way."
Seeing Xia De writing the address on the paper, Miss Bei Yasi looked at the time on the clock in the corner of the lounge and couldn't help but sigh:
"Big cities are great. You can find all kinds of relics here. Detective, you've helped me again, but I didn't have a chance to repay you. You can come to me anytime if you have trouble recently, but don't come to me the day after tomorrow, which is Wednesday. Our team will go to Tobesk Station on Wednesday to welcome a distinguished guest from afar."
"The Thirteenth Ring Warlock, Mr. 'Sunshine Greatsword' Hog Rundle?"
Shad asked casually as he wrote. He heard the news on Saturday afternoon.
"You even know this? Has our church been infiltrated so badly?"
But Miss Bayard did not ask Shad where he got the information about the thirteen-ring sorcerer's arrival in the parish.
"Let's get back to the point, detective. Since this is the witch's carbon paper, are you interested in copying my 'Sunlight Gun'? This is a skill that only high-level ring sorcerers can use. Even if I don't let you learn the Sunlight Gun directly, you will definitely be able to obtain other powerful magic."
The girl with long brown hair looked slightly pleased with herself.
"I haven't figured out how to use this relic yet."
Xia De politely declined, not because the "Sunshine Gun" was not strong, but because he had a good relationship with Professor Garcia. This Saturday, the professor would bring news about "The Code of Sublimation" and would ask the professor to demonstrate some difficult space magic. The professor would definitely not refuse.
In fact, if the relic could not be brought into the White Mist Gate opened by the Time Key, he would even want to try to see if he could copy the power of God.
The voice in my head laughs.
"I know this is impossible, but people always have to have dreams."
After returning to Old John's Pawn Shop from Blackstone Security Company, he traded two pages of the witch's carbon paper for the Secret Keeper-level (Level 3) relic, the Infernal Corpse Finger Bone, and then returned to Blackstone Security Company again and gave one of the pages to Miss Beatrice.
After going back and forth for a while, it was already noon, so I returned to St. Teresa's Square to go out for dinner with my cat.
When Shade opened the door and returned home, the cat, which was supposed to run over happily, suddenly stopped on the stairs halfway through. The cat stared at Shade with its amber eyes, suspiciously.
Shad thought something was wrong with him, until he remembered that he had embraced another cat not long ago.
"Hmm... you can smell it too?"
So he took off his coat and hung it on the shoe cabinet. Mia hesitated for a moment, then ran over happily.
Maybe the cat was smarter than Shad thought.
Since I got a new time key from Old John, I naturally have to give it a try. Although the key of the Fifth Era - 1068 can only be used for the last time at midnight this Thursday, this key is new, and Shade is not sure whether the rule of opening the key once a week is shared between different keys.
Time exploration cannot bring any extraordinary items, so Shade does not need to make any extra preparations to deal with the adventure. When he arrived at the door, he inserted the key into the door, chanted "May the World Tree bless me in infinite time", and then rotated -
The key will not turn.
"Um?"
He pulled out the wooden key in his hand and tried again, but it still wouldn't turn. At this time, the woman's voice belatedly narrated the information she got after touching the key:
Outsider, you are in the quest "Father of the Infinite Tree" and cannot open another door until it is completed.
"So after completing the task on Thursday morning, can I open a key immediately? Or do I have to wait another week?"
He asked again.
Cannot be determined.
"Oh well."
I looked at the key in my hand with regret, and then locked it in the study. I patted the cat's head and prepared to go out for dinner.
(Mi Mia is running...)
In the eyes of the general public, MI6 is the most mysterious intelligence department in Delarian. According to the imagination of outsiders, the bases of such intelligence departments are usually disguised as unexpected departments.
He guessed right.
When he went out in the afternoon, the sky was a little gloomy and it seemed that it was going to rain, so Xia De did not take his cane when he went out, but took an umbrella instead.
He followed the address given by Mr. Dark Anros, the current director of MI6 that night, and found the "Urban Waste Management Center" in the west district of Tobesk.
The office of the management center is an inconspicuous gray building, with a snuff bottle shop and a shoemaker shop specializing in rain boots on both sides.
As Xia De looked at the small building downstairs with an umbrella in his hand, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that no matter which world the agents were from, they all liked to use this kind of strange government department as a cover.
He knocked on the door and walked in. On both sides of the door were two long chairs that looked like they were borrowed from a church's sermon hall. Inward, the other three directions of the hallway were wooden reception counters, and between the counters were four black iron metal doors of the same style that led to different rooms and floors of the building.
People were carrying documents or notebooks, going back and forth between the doors. The work here seemed very heavy.
Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Xia De walked to the counter closest to him and knocked on it with his fingers. The sound of the wood was very pleasant.
The blond female receptionist who seemed to be writing a report looked up at Xia De:
"Do you have an appointment?"
His voice was monotonous and boring, and he had probably lost his passion for the job a long time ago.
"Looking for Mr. Johnson."
Shad replied.
"Gate No. 2, go straight in and enter the door to 'Equipment Maintenance'."
After that, he continued to write his report. Xia De nodded, and seeing that everyone here was busy with their own things and no one cared about the visit of strangers, he walked towards Gate No. 2.
Behind the door was a long, narrow corridor, and the air was filled with the smell of baking bread.
Xia De walked inside with an umbrella under his arm, avoiding the people who hurried by, and looked at the rooms on both sides of the corridor as he walked. But no door was open, and people would close the door in time whether they entered or left.
The "Equipment Maintenance Office" was almost at the end of the corridor. Xia De knocked on the door politely and walked in only after getting permission.
There were rows of filing cabinets in the room. A middle-aged man was sitting at a table facing the door, reading a newspaper. After Shade opened the door, he tilted his head and glanced at the person who came in. His brown eyes looked up and down at Shade's outfit:
"Mr. Shad Suren Hamilton?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Anros told me about you. You're here to get your ID, right? Please wait a moment."
After saying that, he stood up and walked to the back of the filing cabinet. Without even giving Xia De a chance to lower his head and take a closer look at the newspaper on the table, he came back holding a small cardboard box.
Place the carton on the table:
"My name is Giles Johnson. I will be in charge of all your matters from now on. I have your ID."
Mr. Johnson speaks very quickly, which means he is probably a very efficient person.
As he spoke, he handed Shade a palm-sized military green cardboard book. When he opened it, on the left was the MI6 logo and name, with the ID number and Hamilton's last name written below. On the right was the rules and regulations, which probably said that the police would provide assistance if they saw the ID.
“It’s quite formal.”
Xia De thought to himself.
"If you lose your ID, you need to write a report to get it replaced. Don't show it to others if there is nothing to do. I don't know why you were recruited, but you should know these basic things."
Xia De didn't know what the rules were, because he didn't have to work at all. It seemed that the gentleman in front of him thought he was an agent who was secretly recruited to do covert work.
Mr. Johnson said, and took out another oil-paper bag from the box:
"Sidearm, Ruger revolver, six-round cylinder. This kind of gun is not easy to use, but Mr. Anros asked me to give it to you."
He said with a little confusion, and handed the gun wrapped in oil paper to Shade. Shade opened it and checked it, and found that the style of this pistol was very similar to his own gun of kindness. He probably guessed that Miss Carina had asked him to give him a revolver to hide his other gun.
"I thought it was a Glass pocket single-shot pistol."
Shade asked as he checked his new weapon. The Ruger revolver in his hand was a new one, and the black metal felt cold to the touch. It must have been serviced recently, and the smell of oil was strong. He checked the cylinder and found that there was no bullet inside. Then he pressed down the hammer and pulled the trigger against the wall, and heard a satisfying click.
Although he already had a gun, it couldn't be fired. Now that he had a real gun, Shade felt the same as if he had acquired a new magic.
"The Glass pocket single-shot pistol is a sidearm for regular operations. If a secret agent also carries that kind of gun, wouldn't it immediately expose his identity?"
Mr. Johnson glanced at Shad, who nodded in understanding.