Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 201 Frightened
"If their relationship wasn't good, he wouldn't have agreed to our last request," Eve continued, "even though he didn't agree to our direct interview."

"Interview opportunities need to be created," Mellis said with some excitement and certainty in his tone, "This news will definitely be mine."

"I hope so." Compared to Melis's excitement, Eve's reaction seemed much calmer. "I just hope my share of the royalties can exceed the price of a ticket to the Backlund Theatre."

"Don't worry, I'll reimburse you," Melis said with a smile. "After all, this is the extra expense you spent on helping me with the interview."

Many journalists are reluctant to report negative news about the royal family and the parliament, whether true or false. After all, if you don't have certain abilities and backgrounds, you can easily be dragged into political struggles. Melis is one of those journalists with abilities and backgrounds.

After Mellis's repeated persuasion, Eve was finally willing to give up the news and help him complete it. The reward was two-thirds of the income brought by the news. If the response was good enough, he could even give all the income to Eve.

Melis cared more about the fame that news brought him than profit. He wanted to be not only the best reporter for the Backlund Daily, but also the best reporter in Loen and even the entire Northern Continent.

"Why do you know Prince Edessak's schedule?" Eve asked symbolically.

"That's nothing to mention, ma'am," Mellis said with barely concealed pride, the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably. "As long as you have enough wealth and connections, you can get all the news in the world."

Eve echoed and turned to look back at the theater stage.

The red curtain slowly opened, and as the baton was waved, music flowed from the stage to all directions.

Eve wasn't someone with sophisticated interests, but she had studied music for a while. It was just a sudden interest and a way to pass the time, so she studied it intermittently a few times. But even so, the long time and strong learning ability allowed her to master this skill easily.

The melodious music flowed from the strings and floated in the theater.

"What wonderful music," Melis turned and whispered to Eve, "Don't you agree, Miss Eve?"

"Ha, you know, I don't understand," Eve smiled and said, "but the tickets are so expensive, so it must be good."

"As an ordinary person, it's already remarkable that Miss Eve has become an excellent journalist," Mellis said with a slight curl of his lips. "Music, equestrianism, and many other talents all require wealth to support. Even if other factors are excluded, the tuition alone costs at least one hundred pounds per year."

Eve nodded slightly, understanding, and then turned to look at the stage. Seeing this, Melis also stopped talking and quietly enjoyed the music.

Nearly halfway through the performance, Eve stood up and said to Melis with an apologetic smile, "Excuse me."

Triss leaned her head against Edessak's shoulder, seemingly enjoying the performance, but in reality, she was keeping an eye on Eve's movements below. As her eyes met Eve's, she noticed the diamond hairpin she'd given her in Edessak's name. Suddenly, Triss's breath hitched, and a sense of unease crept through her. Normally, Eve wearing the jewelry she'd given her would be a boon, but Triss felt an inexplicable unease. Especially after she saw Eve leave her seat, her vigilance instantly reached its highest point.

Secretly memorizing the direction Eve had left, she glanced up at Edessac beside her, reached out and gently tugged at his sleeve, and whispered in his ear, "Excuse me." Edessac nodded with a hint of smile in his eyes. He placed his right hand on Triss's cheek and leaned over to kiss her eyes. "Go, Triss. I'll wait for you here."

Triss closed her right eye out of habit, letting Edsak's kiss fall on her. Then she raised her hand and removed Edsak's hand from her face, saying, "I'll be right back."

After saying this, Triss turned and left without waiting for Edsak's response. Her movements were swift and steady. Although she was anxious in her heart, she didn't show any of it on her face.

Triss followed the direction Eve had walked, turned around and stepped into a corridor.

With only five or six people straggling along the corridor, it seemed unusually empty, a single glance revealing the entire scene. The right side of the arched corridor was lined with hollows, arched in shape, resembling standing gates, though without doors. Instead, they revealed the scenery outside—a blossoming garden—to those within. On the left side, a few green plants dotted the somewhat crude stone walls. Combined with the pervasive fragrance of flowers, it felt as if the flowers within and outside the corridor had overbearingly invaded the corridor, marking their territory with their scent.

But the witch's powerful five senses allowed Triss to easily distinguish the scent of the fragrance hidden within the flowers. They blended together like inseparable twins, deceiving the audience's noses.

Triss glanced back and forth at the people in the corridor, but didn't see Eve. She and Eve had left not long after each other, so normally she would have at least seen her figure.

The witch frowned, looked left and right, quickened her pace, walked quickly through the corridor, and turned into the bathroom.

Places like the Backlund Grand Theater, which catered specifically to the nobility and the wealthy, had separate bathrooms that protected privacy. This design provided Triss with a good place for divination.

After entering the bathroom, Triss immediately locked the door and took out the makeup mirror she had prepared long ago.

In fact, it is more convenient to use a magic wand to divine and find people, but a magic wand is not convenient to carry with you. In comparison, Triss chose the more concealed magic mirror divination.

Triss opened the makeup mirror, recalling the style of the diamond hairpin in her mind, and constantly perfecting the details in her mind, but she didn't know that a hand was quietly approaching her.

The slender hand was getting closer and closer to her, and without the girl noticing, it rested on her hand holding the makeup mirror.

Triss's body suddenly stiffened, her pupils suddenly constricted, and in that instant, she seemed to have lost the ability to speak and could not regain control of her limbs.

She didn't even notice it!
Snapped!
The hand pushed forward gently, without any force, and Triss's hand closed the makeup mirror with her movement.

Triss stared straight ahead with a stiff expression. After two seconds of silence, her eyes, like a rusty machine, slowly moved downwards to look at the hand.

It was a perfect hand, its beauty difficult for even the best artist to express, but in Triss's eyes it was more terrifying than the devil's claws.

(End of this chapter)