The investigation went very smoothly. After saying goodbye to Miss Mary, Shade and the black-haired maid returned to the Three Cats Inn in Anthem Square for lunch. They had not eaten just now, and the Three Cats Inn was considered a better restaurant in the area.
While waiting for the food to be served, Miss Servet examined the pieces of music, while Shad checked the potion against the light.
"Mr. Hamilton, do you think Miss Mary just now really didn't feel any regret or sadness about Mr. Bundy's death?"
She suddenly asked, and Shade turned his eyes away from the bottle in his hand:
"Are you still thinking about this?"
He asked doubtfully, but still gave his opinion:
"Mr. Bundy's relationship with her must be closer than we thought, otherwise he wouldn't have left so many personal belongings. Especially this medicine bottle. The inheritance obtained by the Noshan Opera Company only has an empty bottle, and the landlord didn't find anything similar, which means that Mr. Bundy didn't have much medicine. But in this case, he could still leave half a bottle of medicine with Miss Mary. What does this mean?"
The black-haired girl thought for a moment:
"I trust him so much that I can entrust my hope of continuing to see the light to him."
"Yes."
Shad nodded.
"But she showed no emotion when you mentioned the musician's death just now."
Miss Servet asked again, and Shade shook his head:
"She is protecting herself. If we were Mr. Bundy's enemies, do you think we would vent our anger on her? Moreover, a woman with rich social experience and working in a technical profession at the bottom of society must have experienced all kinds of things. It's not that she is hard-hearted, she just has seen too much..."
"That is to say, it is possible that after we leave, she will hold the musician's coat and cry?"
She asked Xia De, holding her face in her hands, her long black hair brushing against her ears.
Xia De shook his head again:
"In my opinion, she is more likely calculating how much money she can get from the relics. How can the lower-class citizens care about romance and love? Everything just now is our own inference. It is also possible that she really is sincere to Mr. Bundy and responded with false feelings. I don't discriminate against this profession, but this kind of people are very good at acting."
The maid thought about it and nodded:
"Indeed."
"Besides, this is just someone else's story. We are just witnessing it. What's the difference between true and false? Compared with Miss Mary and Mr. Bundy, I care more about what the effect of this bottle of potion is."
Shade frowned as he held the medicine bottle.
Generally speaking, few ring sorcerers would rashly use a potion whose effects they did not know, especially if the potion was to be dripped into the eyes.
But Mr. Bondi has proved with himself that this bright yellow oil-like potion only makes the user see strange things and cause madness, and does not cause direct harm. What Shade is least afraid of is mental damage. He has seen more terrible things than most ring sorcerers.
Since Mr. Bundy died of suicide rather than a direct head explosion, it means that what he saw was not very scary. So before visiting ophthalmologist Jacob Alfred in the afternoon, Shad decided to try using a very small amount of the drug himself.
Miss Servet was of course very opposed to it, but Shad was very confident because after his fingers touched it again, "she" in his ear still believed that the potion itself was not harmful at all.
After lunch at the Three Cats Inn, Shade asked for a small room on the third floor of the hotel. The room was not very big, and the wardrobe, bed, and desk, three pieces of furniture, left almost no room to rest.
Shad took off his coat and lay on the washed-white sheets, then let Miss Servet drop the medicine into his right eye.
"Are you sure it's okay?"
She was still very worried.
"Of course, I trust myself."
Shade lay there and said with a smile:
"Besides, it took Mr. Bundy two months to be forced to commit suicide. I am a ring mage, how could I be more fragile than him? Come on, after the experiment, we will go find that Doctor Alfred."
Shade slapped his face, then closed his left eye and opened his right.
Miss Servet sat down on the bed with some embarrassment, uncorked the bottle, pointed with her finger, and a drop of plump liquid flew out.
"So Mr. Hamilton, are you ready?"
"certainly."
The droplet was suspended above Shade's eyes, but the black-haired girl didn't let it fall:
"Why don't I do it?"
"Ms. Servet, Miss Carina said that you have to listen to me today."
"The lady didn't say that. She just asked me to be your assistant."
She argued softly, before letting the droplets enter Shade's eyes.
The liquid entered his eyes, but Xia De resisted the urge to blink. Most of the liquid soaked the eyeball, and a small amount slid down the side of the face from the corner of the eye. This feeling was actually no different from eye drops.
After getting used to the feeling of trace amounts of liquid entering his eyes, he lay on the bed with his shoes on, clasped his hands across his chest, and looked at the yellowed ceiling.
After a few seconds, I felt a chill in my right eye, and then the slight spirit in the liquid took effect.
A faint blood-red halo appeared in front of Xia De's eyes, and then the halo became stronger and stronger, until Xia De could clearly see all the blood in his field of vision.
"What?"
He sat up suddenly.
"how?"
Miss Servet hurriedly supported Shade:
"What happened?"
"My spell Blood Echo is running automatically."
Xia De sat up and blinked his eyes desperately, but the Blood Echo, which was running automatically, had no intention of stopping. Moreover, the effect of this spell was better than any other time.
Not only could he clearly see all the blood-colored halos in the room, he could even clearly distinguish the halos from different periods by color and level, so that he could almost infer the reason for the formation of each bloodstain. Even in the "Divine Afterglow" state, Shade could not make the spell work so well.
Not only the spell, but everything in front of him became clearer than before. Xia De's physical fitness was strong and his eyesight was excellent. But at this time, the things he saw through his right eye became clearer, which was a feeling he had never experienced before.
Even looking out through the window of the room, the city landscape in the hazy mist in the distance can be clearly captured.
Close your right eye again and observe with your normal left eye, and everything will return to its original state.
"This potion can enhance eye-related spells and magic for a short period of time, and greatly enhance vision!"
Xia De came to a conclusion, and then looked at the bottle held by the maid. His enhanced vision even allowed him to clearly see the tiny pores on the maid's wrist and palm, and thus came to the conclusion:
"Ms. Servet, you have such good skin." (To be continued)