"After so many years, all the resentment has ended, but in the end, you still want to embarrass me, so I made this request."
"Yes, as long as you have money, it's not difficult to find a poor nobleman to read the eulogy. So, this can only be regarded as a embarrassment. They probably hope that Mr. Watson can be buried as soon as possible."
Shadzan noted that what a place like Tobesk lacked the least was nobles, and what Mrs. Watson lacked the least was gold pounds.
He picked up the teacup and pretended to drink water, but he was actually thinking. After putting down the teacup, he asked:
"You want me to go, then?"
"Yes, you, Hamilton of Ryder."
Xia De shook his head cautiously:
"I'm sorry, although knights are considered nobles, they don't have titles. Why don't you find those barons who are in urgent need of money? I don't think it would be a big deal."
Mrs. Watson gave the answer:
"It's really not a big deal, and I'm willing to pay for it, but since it's my husband's funeral, I still want to find someone who is honest, kind, and well-behaved to read the eulogy, not some stranger who does it for money. After Lavender introduced you to me, I think no one could be more qualified than you. I've read the newspaper, and you're pretty good."
Xia De also agreed with this point, not because the other party praised him, but if he were to choose, he would also hope that the guy who read the eulogy at his funeral would be a good person with a good reputation.
Especially since he has been very popular in the newspapers recently, it is reasonable for Mrs. Watson to come to him through a friend's introduction.
"I originally wanted to ask Lavender to help, but he didn't have time this afternoon because he had a big business deal to discuss."
"The funeral is this afternoon?"
Xia De asked with some embarrassment. Before Thursday, he didn't really want to spend time doing other things.
"It won't take long, two hours at most. The reward is 20 pounds, and the travel expenses will be reimbursed. I heard from Lavender that you like Rhodes cards? Then add a Rhodes card with special rules."
"Hmm...Have you told the Baron about the reward?"
Shad asked.
"I didn't say it at the time. Since he had business, I couldn't disturb him. Mr. Hamilton, if you don't agree, I think I should go visit someone else. There are some backup options, but they are not as good as you."
"Um... ... "
If Baron Lavender knew the reward in advance, he would never give the opportunity to Shade.
"What is the address of the cemetery chosen for the funeral?"
"I bought a compartment in the crypt in Block 3 in the eastern section of the Tobesk Public Cemetery."
"Wait a mininute."
He stood up and walked into the study, and found in the drawer the receipt he had received when he handed over Detective Sparrow's body to the gravekeeper. The address where the body was buried was Grave Section No. 2 in the east section of Tobesk Public Cemetery.
The two are very close.
"Why not go visit Detective Sparrow before we do something big."
He considered the commission with this in mind and finally agreed to accept it.
They agreed to meet in the afternoon, but it was only eight o'clock in the morning when Mrs. Watson left. The rest of the morning was spent by Shade practicing magic and adapting to the ancient witch's gold necklace, a sage-level relic.
Although the necklace could not use the power of the puzzle, at least the already powerful Silver Moon Slash became even stronger. Even without finding someone to experiment, Xia De was fully convinced that apart from the power of the relic, the severely injured Silver Eyed Man would definitely not be able to withstand his attack.
While eating lunch, he was still repeatedly thinking about the action plan for tomorrow night. He didn't do something ridiculous like putting the spoon up his nose because of over-concentration, but because of absent-mindedness, when preparing lunch for Mia, the amount of cat food was a little less than usual.
When Shade was preparing cat food, Mia would usually "reservedly" step aside, pretending not to care. Once Shade had finished pouring the cat food, she would immediately rush over when he called her.
This time was the same. When Shad was pouring the expensive cat food at the dining table, the small orange cat was lying on the windowsill of the living room, and seemed to be very interested in the street scene of St. Teresa's Square.
"Mia~"
He shouted, then sat down at the table and thought about his lunch.
The orange cat trotted over happily, but when he looked down, he did not eat immediately as usual, but stopped there.
It looked up at Shad, its large amber eyes reflecting the young detective's frowning, absent-minded look.
"Meow~"
So he trotted over to Xia De's trouser legs, stretched out his claws and pulled at his trouser legs, then barked again.
Looking up expectantly, Xia De was still holding the spoon, looking thoughtful.
"Meow~"
After calling out again, and seeing that Shade still didn't respond, the cat stepped back a bit, then leaped forward, grabbed Shade's pants and reached his knees.
"Oh, my pants!"
Now Shade finally noticed the cat that wanted to attract attention, picked it up from his pants, and saw that the cat food had not been touched at all:
"What's wrong? Don't you like eating these?"
"Meow~"
Shad wasn't trying to talk to Mia, he was just making a joke, but he didn't expect the cat to stretch out its paw and point in the direction of the kitchen cupboard where Shad stored a large amount of cat food.
Her large amber eyes looked at him and the orange pattern on her back seemed to glow in the sunlight coming in through the window.
"You mean there's not enough cat food?"
Shade tilted his head to look at the lunch prepared for the cat, and then asked with a little surprise. But this time Mia did not show that she understood what he said, she just squirmed in Shade's hand, wanting him to put it down:
"Can you understand human speech?"
He bent down to put the cat down, and Mia immediately rushed to her lunch:
"Didn't Miss Anat say it was a normal cat?"
Xia De got up and took the bag of cat food:
"Am I overthinking it? Or can cats really be that smart?"
He squinted at Mia, who was squatting next to her cat food obediently, looking up at him expectantly with her head wagging her tail:
"It seems... just a little smarter."
Regarding whether the cat temporarily living at No. 6 St. Teresa's Square is normal, Shad has consulted the female voice in his heart and Miss Annat respectively, and the answers he got were both that there is nothing abnormal.
Therefore, his suspicion seemed to be just his own paranoia, but because the cat would not leave until at least winter in the foreseeable future, Shad thought that when he had time, he could take it to Miss Carina for a check-up.
Of course, Mia the cat didn't know what Shad was thinking at the moment. After lunch, the cat began to feel sleepy.
As usual, it lay a little further away from the snowy basin, allowing the sunlight through the mist to shine on its back, enjoying a pleasant afternoon.
The life of a pet cat is really leisurely.