Because of his eye problems, Xia De didn't go out all Monday. But by coincidence, a client came to his door that afternoon.
Shade didn't want to drive away the client who had finally come to No. 6 St. Teresa's Square, so he found a pair of flat glasses in Detective Sparrow's bedroom to slightly cover his eyes.
Detective Sparrow has normal eyesight, so these glasses are probably a disguise.
The visitor was Mrs. Morse, who lived in west Tobesk. She had recently encountered a good thing and a bad thing.
The good news was that her uncle had passed away and left her several local shops in Tobesk, which were worth about four figures in gold pounds. The bad news was that before she told her husband, Mr. Morse, about this, she found out that Mr. Morse had a lover outside.
In order to prevent her inheritance from being divided up by her husband and used to support his lover, Mrs. Morse wants to commission Detective Hamilton, who advertises in the Steambird Daily, to investigate whether the lover exists and, if so, who the lover is.
This kind of commission to investigate infidelity and lovers was what former detective Sparrow Hamilton was best at, and Shad finally encountered it.
"Hmm... Excuse me, do you need to worry about the operation of those shops? If you don't sell them, will they be enough to support you living alone in Tobesk?"
After understanding the basic situation, Xia De asked this question in order to assess how much commission he should charge for this commission.
"I don't need to worry about the store. I just need to check the accounts occasionally. As for the income, oh, detective, it will definitely not be a problem to support a woman living alone and let her live a decent life."
The table between the two of them was covered with the materials brought by Mrs. Morse. She spoke with some sadness, still trapped in the grief of her husband's infidelity.
But after answering this question, the middle-aged woman who had suddenly become wealthy was stunned, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on her face with not very delicate makeup:
"Yes, since this inheritance is enough for me to live on, what else do I need him for?"
"Um?"
Xia De looked up at the other person in surprise, and the pen in his hand that was writing on the notebook stopped.
"Yes, Detective, you are absolutely right!"
The middle-aged woman couldn't suppress a smile on her face, and she suddenly became happy.
"I'm sorry, what did I say?"
"Detective, you are right. Since I have this inheritance, why do I still need that unfaithful man?"
"Did I say that?"
Xia De began to doubt his own memory, and then looked at the cat lying beside him.
No, you didn't.
Although Mia can't speak, fortunately there is still "her".
"Yes, maybe I should find a lawyer who is proficient in estate reception and divorce commissions instead of a detective."
The woman collected the scattered documents on the desk, then took out a few banknotes from her wallet and placed them on the coffee table:
"Thank you so much, detective. I am so stupid for not thinking of doing this before. I have my inheritance and he has his lover. It's a happy situation for both of us!"
There were about three or four pounds in banknotes on the coffee table. Even if it was a normal commission for a mistress investigation, Xia De probably wouldn't charge so much.
"you... ... "
He wanted to say that he didn't want to break up other people's marriages, but from the look on Mrs. Morse's face, it was clear that she had thought it through herself.
This situation really made Shad at a loss for words, so he could only give the business card of lawyer Locke Laurel, whom he met when handling the Lemaire inheritance case a month ago, to this woman who seemed to be heading for a new life.
“It’s a little wrong to think this way, but it would be great if every commission was this simple.”
This was what Xia De thought as he saw off his generous client downstairs.
By Tuesday, Shad's eye problem was still not solved. The star-like light in his eyes showed no sign of fading. So he could only use the eye shadow Tifa sent him. But because he had no idea how to use this kind of cosmetics, he wasted ten minutes of the maid's time teaching him how to apply it.
Tifa was almost face to face with him, applying eyeshadow on his front. Although there was no physical contact between the two, Shad still blushed a little when he saw Tifa's face so closely.
When he went to Tobesk Railway Station to see off Priest Augustus in the afternoon, Shad went out with his eyes painted. As a result, not only ordinary people did not notice anything unusual, but even Priest Augustus, who was proficient in potions, did not notice anything wrong with his eyes.
In this way, Xia De can finally rest assured and participate in the rematch of the big city players normally tomorrow.
"Reverend, how long will it take you to get to Fort Midhill?"
Still at the platform of Tobysk Railway Station, Shad said his final goodbye to the priest. There were two other local old priests who were leaving with Priest Augustus, so the church organized a special farewell team, so the other three people in the group did not come, so Shad came on their behalf.
"We are riding a steam locomotive that the church specially arranged for the kingdom to go directly from Tobesk to Midhill Castle. We may stop along the way to change the locomotive, add some fuel, and replace the drinking water and food in the car... It will take about six or seven days to reach Midhill Castle."
The priest thought about it and gave an answer.
In fact, in addition to the reasons given by the priests for stopping, long-distance steam train travel also needs to consider "train sickness". That is, due to the mental torture and pain caused by shaking and noise, passengers develop a mental illness after taking a long train.
As steam trains and railroads spread from the core cities of the Old World to the surrounding areas, people had already noticed this strange disease. After the church confirmed that it had nothing to do with the occult, the intervention of psychiatrists effectively helped explain the "train disease".
The straight-line distance between Midhill Castle and Tobesk is about 1,100 miles (about 1,770 kilometers), and the maximum speed of a modern steam train is 70 km/h. Considering the stopping time and the fact that the rails cannot be laid along the shortest distance, it is normal to take about a week to travel from Tobesk, located in the northwest of the Old World, to Midhill Castle, located in the central and eastern part of the Old World, even if it is a direct steam train.
"Then I wish you a safe journey, and don't forget to send us a letter after you arrive."
Shade waved goodbye to Father Augustus, then lowered his voice:
"If you have time, don't forget my sword."
The priest smiled and winked:
"Of course, but don't forget to help me clean up."
Priest Augustus probably wouldn't be back for most of the fall, so his potion workshop needed someone to look after it. Among the four people in the same group, Shade seemed to have the most free time, and as a senior believer of the Dawn Church, he also had reason to be close to the Dawn Square frequently, so the priest gave him the spare key.
"No problem, I wish you peace."
"I will be safe with other people in the church. Besides, I have friends in the local area, and I haven't seen them for many years."
The priest said, and then talked to his colleagues from the Dawn Church who came to see him off.
Shade stood there, together with the nuns and priests of the Dawn Church, watching the priest carrying his luggage onto the train. Then, just like when they saw Captain Rades off that day, the train carried Father Augustus away amid the gushing steam and whistles.
"When the priest returns from Midhill Castle, it will probably be snowing soon."
Xia De thought to himself, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the station exit with the people from the church.
Somehow, he thought of the time two weeks ago when Professor Weiya Miral of the School of Astronomy performed divination for the five members of the group. The divination results for the others were normal, but that of Priest Augustus was "death".
"It should be fine..."
He thought to himself, looking back at the empty platform after the people who saw him off left:
"Why did you suddenly think of this?"
He really couldn't understand it.