Mystery: Paradox Path

"Backlund..." In the early morning, Triss walked out of the Backlund station wearing a piece of clothing that didn't fit too well.

The light yellow morning mist had a pungent smell, which made Triss frown involuntarily.

At this time, she only had Sansule's property left on her body, but with the skills of a former assassin, money was never a problem worth a headache.

After all, her three soules are now at the station in Tingen.

Now Triss, the more headache is, where should she go.

Apart from the word Backlund, there was no movement in the "Oracle" in her mind. Even if she had already set foot on this land at this time, she still had no new instructions.

It was as if that existence just put the toys that seemed fun to him, and then just ignored them.

"By the way, that dead cat!"

Probably because praying to a great existence was so exciting that Triss finally remembered the guy who pulled him into the pit after a few beats.

Although she wanted to contact the other party immediately, Triss felt a little tired after remembering that the contact method that the cat left her was still praying to that great being.

Although there are only zero and innumerable times when it comes to praying, Triss, who has just experienced the feeling of her body being manipulated like a toy, thinks it's better to wait for a while.

She randomly found a working-class clothing store, and spent two soules on clothes that were of average material but at least fit. Then she followed the map to find the library, and borrowed the Backlund Post, which is only available locally. The published newspaper, and soon through the knowledge imparted by the assassin's potion, saw the regularity of some news, and quickly found a contact information with a high probability of being a broker.

At this moment, Triss suddenly had a feeling of returning to her youth. She was still him back then, and her dream of becoming an assassin as Emperor Roselle said "everything is false, everything is permitted" has become extraordinary. By.

Now, she has become a witch.

"I will definitely turn back into a man!"

Triss sorted the newspaper and handed it back to the librarian, and then left the library without looking back. She planned to take a list first, change into more comfortable clothes, and then talk about other things.

…

On the other side, Snow, who was not tired, woke up slowly, and then, as always, offered today's morning service to Mr. Fool.

Today's [Victory], [Basic] and [Glory] are still exchanged for abilities that are no different from the previous ones, which makes Snow slightly relaxed.

Triss's consciousness had already appeared in Backlund, but for some unknown reason, he didn't contact him immediately. With the idea of ​​"don't need her for the time being", Snow decided to stock up for a while.

"Let me see how many people miss me today..."

Snow, who went to the opposite door for breakfast, returned to the mailbox at the door of his house, looked at the stack of envelopes inside, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

He took all kinds of envelopes home and opened them one by one, and put the letters from readers aside. In the end, there were three "work assignments" left.

Although Duke Negan was just assassinated, it actually has nothing to do with ordinary high society. As long as they are not directly involved like Miss Justice, most of the nobles are still like that.

Considering the importance of maintaining contacts, Snow picked up a few letters from readers to reply, and then began to organize his image.

Although his predecessor left him a face that no one would use as a study material, proper maintenance is also necessary.

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"Mr. Melas, what do you want to entrust?" Mr. Fool, who was awakened by Mr. Devil, experienced what is called the early bird catches the worm today. After a breakfast, a servant with a servant The gentleman knocked on his door.

There is no doubt that it is the taste of work.

Speaking of which, Klein has been in Backlund for several days, but his detective career has not yet started.

It doesn't seem right to say that. After all, just yesterday, he helped a child save a cat from a tree for a soli.

Don't get me wrong, Mr. Fool has to steal from the child before he is poor enough to get a sule, but Backlund has a lot of rich people. After he rescued the cat, the child gave him a piece of it without saying a word. Sule.

"I want you to help me investigate my wife." Mr. Melas didn't notice that the detective in front of him had lost his mind. He stretched out his hand, and the valet beside him immediately handed over some information.

"Oh, what exactly?" Klein picked up the information on the table. At the top was a photo. It was a lady in her early thirties. She was well maintained and should have a good family background.

"I want to... um, please monitor her for a while. She has been acting a little unusual these days. She often goes out after I go to work, um, just..."

The middle-aged gentleman seemed a little hard to tell, but Klein reacted. Although UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com had long heard that six out of ten private detective cases were helping people investigate extramarital affairs, he didn't expect that he would be the first to investigate. In a single mission, I met such a customer.

He pondered the language a little, and said in place of the somewhat shy gentleman:

"You mean, you want me to investigate, does your wife have another lover?"

"That's right!" Mr. Melas nodded vigorously, and then said angrily:

"She has recently become obsessed with a novel, and she often writes letters to the author of that novel! And according to the reports of the servants at home, she often goes out at noon and doesn't come home until evening! As long as you help me find evidence, I am willing to pay Your ten pound reward!"

"So much?" Klein immediately understood how the project, which accounts for 60% of the private detective industry, supports the profession the moment the other party took the initiative to make an offer.

However, out of personal morality, he cautiously reminded:

"Your wife is only obsessed with novels, and as a lady in the upper class, it is also a normal social behavior to go to another lady's house to enjoy afternoon tea. Is it wrong to doubt her just based on these?"

Hearing Klein's question, Mr. Melas suddenly couldn't control his emotions. After waving his fists, he seemed to have reacted. After rearranging his sitting posture, he said angrily:

"If it was just an ordinary writer, I wouldn't have such an association, but you don't know that the author of that novel is Backlund's well-known social media. I heard that he and many noble ladies in the upper class of Backlund maintain the same relationship. relation!"

"Ah this..." Klein frowned slightly. He suddenly thought, why is this description so familiar?

"Probably, no?"