Lord of the Mysteries v5c49

Chapter 49 "Conjoined Persons"
Emlyn glanced at Ian, raised his hand and pinched the tip of his lower nose, laughing and laughing.
"It seems you don't understand. Well, a simpler description is to help me collect information from foreigners from the South China, especially from the Star Plateau and the Pass Valley."
"What kind of information is it? There are quite a few pure-bred South Continental people in Backlund, and people of the same origin are often seen." Ian was not angry at being despised and calmly asked his own questions.
Emlyn laughed.
"The more unusual, the sneaky, the mysterious, you should understand what I'm talking about."
"There must be a lot of Plateau and valley people who fit your description. They are either servants, workers or thieves in Backlund, and the latter meet the conditions of abnormal behavior and secretive mystery." Ian sincerely pointed out that Emlyn's request was unrealistic.
Emlyn, however, was prepared for it, and with an obscure smile, nodded in a very small way.
"In this way, all qualified information is given to me, I do my own screening, well, this Commission first pays you 50 pounds, as the basic cost of the preliminary investigation, follow-up according to how many pieces of information collected have value to calculate, each additional 20 pounds."
"Who has the final say?" Ian thought for a few seconds and asked.
Here, with a previous income of 50 pounds, the commission can actually take over, which is enough to employ a dozen people from morning to night from the East to the Jowwood District for half a month.
He didn't care how much he earned from the 50 pounds, because many people depended on him to survive and had to arrange for them to do something rewarding from time to time. Otherwise, he couldn't be informed at all.
Emlyn looked at Ian and said, "Ah!"
"Of course, it's me. You should know my credit very well."
"Detective Moriarty didn't tell me that..." Ian muttered and sighed, "Well, the last cooperation was quite pleasant. I chose to trust you."
Emlyn nodded satisfactorily, took out his wallet and counted the 50-pound notes.
In the process, Emlyn was reluctant to think that he had only 407 pounds left in his savings.
It's 357 pounds now... He looked back at the bills and handed Ian the cash in his hand.
He stopped, put on his hat, walked out of the billiards room and left the Brave Man bar.
When he reached the street, Emlyn loosened his finger and pinched his nose. He looked up at the burning clouds. His expression gradually became calm and he said to himself in silence:
"This time the "grudge" is not there... Where did you go?
"Well, Ian seems to have never heard of the Rose School, but his heart beat faster and betrayed him...
"Besides, he didn't ask Shylock Moriarty if he had returned to Backlund this time, and he wasn't worried at all... Has Shylock returned to Backlund and met him?
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Bayam, the "City of Generosity" in the Rhodes Islands.
Outside a house near the harbor with a gas wall lamp, Admiral Cattleya, with her shirt sleeve pulled up and brown hairy Frank Lee, walked into a deserted corner and watched a figure grow out of the shadows.
This is Heath Doyle, the bloodless man who monitors Sharf, a craftsman. He is tall, thin, pale and transparent, and looks weak when the wind blows.
"Are there any anomalies during this period?" Gabriella pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.
Heath Doyle said "well":
"On the third day after your departure, a stranger came to visit Sharf and stayed for about a quarter of an hour. I was not near, afraid of being discovered.
"According to the captain's instructions, I asked my men to follow the stranger, but I was thrown away."
"What does that stranger look like?" Gabriella nodded slightly.
Heath Doyle pulled out a piece of raw beef from his leather bag around his waist. The blood on it was still fresh, but it did not pollute any place he touched. It seemed to have become a pure solid.
Then the beef melted in Heath Doyle's hands, dripping down to the ground like water, wriggling like life, and depicting a portrait.
"That's what I want!" Frank Lee watched the scene with great eyes and expressed his thoughts with great excitement.
Heath Doyle looked at him a little dodgy, leaning slightly and pointing to the ground.
"It looks like this."
At this time, a bloody picture has taken shape, the main body is a man with two beards, five features similar to the Pass Valley race, his greatest feature is that each ear is inlaid with three ear studs.
"Gold ear nails, lean, no fat, but very healthy." Heath Doyle added.
Cattleya then retracted her line of sight toward the ground.
"And then?"
Heath Doyle said "Hmm" again:
"No one visited Sharf after that, except his temporary servants and cooks. I've arranged for my men to investigate, and they're all right.
"Sharf takes a regular walk in the evening, finds a street girl to go home, and doesn't let her go until dawn... I've been following him, and I haven't found any strange people on his way.
"He's been acting normally all this time?" Asked Gabriella with a slight frown.
In her opinion, no anomaly is the biggest anomaly!
After all, it involves members of the Rose School who believe in the primitive moon.
Heath Doyle nodded affirmatively:
"Yes."
Gabriella looked sideways at the front door of the house and murmured for a moment.
"I was going to use my extraordinary ability to sneak in, control Sharf as fast as possible, take him away and avoid accidents, but now it seems that the best way is to knock on the door directly."
Unknown dangers are the most frightening.
"Captain, I'm with you." Frank Lee thought that he had been busy experimenting recently and had not done what the Chief Officer should do for a long time. He asked quickly.
As she took off her heavy glasses and hung them on the belt of the black sorcerer's robe, she nodded her head.
"Good."
After that, she left the dark corner and went to the front door of the "craftsman" Sharf's residence.
As she approached, she looked up at the red moon penetrating the clouds, bent her fingers and tapped three times at the door.
Before long, a sound of footsteps approached and the front door creaked open.
"Craftsman" Sharf had no significant change from the last time. He was still thin and dark, with a little puffy pouch and a hard-pressed smile in his brown eyes.
"Admiral, what's going on this time?"
He stood in the doorway, blocking the light from the back of the gas wall, making the area look gloomy and dark, as if immersed in shadow.
Gabriella gazed at him for a few seconds and slowly opened her mouth.
"I've got a new idea. I'm going to make you my crew."
Her feet were motionless and she had no intention of entering the door.
"Craftsman" Sharf's expression twisted for a moment, and his tone suddenly became somewhat gloomy:
"Why?"
Gabriella's eyes suddenly solidified slightly and then slowly opened their mouths.
"Because I am a pirate."
Pirates don't need reasons. They just do what they want. They do it on their own.
Sharf's facial muscles twitched and a slight smile reappeared in his eyes.
"I can be your sailor, but as a craftsman, I can play a more important role in big cities."
"I agree with you." "But before that, you need to stay on my futuristic number for a while and be a companion with others."
Sharf's face slowly grew cold, and his voice responded slightly faintly:
"I'm afraid I can't control myself. I have a strong desire to reproduce every day..."
"A strong desire for reproduction?" Frank Lee listened next to him with a bright eye and answered in a confirmative way.
Sharf was shocked. He didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.
Frank then looked at Gabriella, the "Admiral of the Stars", and asked with a slight excitement:
"Captain, is this my lab assistant?
"I like his character so much!"
Gabriella remained silent for several seconds, nodding slowly and solemnly:
"Yes."
Frank immediately showed a bright smile and extended his right hand to the "craftsman" Sharf.
"Nice to meet you. I'd like to introduce myself to Frank Lee, Chief Officer of Futures."
Sharf's expression returned to normal. He shook hands doubtfully before saying:
"Really only for a while on the Future?"
"I pledge my reputation." Gabriella responded sincerely and silently added a sentence in her heart:
It won't be long before the Queen will deal with your problems herself...
"Well, I can't beat you anyway." Sharf shrugged his shoulders. "Allow me to pack up the next character."
He then stepped back two steps, turned around and went to the stairway at the end of the hall.
As he walked along, he stopped suddenly and said, with his back to Cattleya and Frank Lee, in a light and leisurely way:
"The moonlight tonight is as beautiful as ever, isn't it?"
Without waiting for a response, he went on and disappeared at the stairway entrance.
It was not until then that the dignity of Cattleya's face became apparent.
After Sharf opened the door, she had seen the other side's anomalies with her own eyes:
If Sharf used to say that spiritual body is a normal human being, then it is now a conjoined human being! ___________
This "conjoined person" is growing rapidly under the moonlight.
This is not a problem that I can solve. I have to write to the Queen and remember German Sparrow's request to meet... Gabriella sighed silently and raised her face subconsciously.
High above, the clouds are thin, and a red moon is bright and quiet.
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Backlund, Hillston, East Byron Veterans Club.
Dantes and Senator Macht got out of the carriage and entered the hall together.