Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 221 Stepping in
This thought turned around in her mind for a few times, tempting Triss like a devil, but was immediately cut off by Triss in her heart in just a second.

From the very beginning, the initiative in the negotiation was in the hands of the other party, and there was no room for bargaining. When you have no strength, what you can get at the negotiating table depends on what the other party is willing to give. More often than not, it is often a bloody harvest.

Triss wasn't sure whether she had met a kind person willing to give alms or had become a prey in a harvest.

Maybe it's both... Triss smiled bitterly in her heart and wanted to pray for herself in her heart, but she didn't know which god to pray to. She seemed to have lost her faith.

This realization made Triss feel a little uncomfortable. She frowned, silently said in her heart, "May the witch protect me", and perfunctorily skipped over this idea.

"what can I do for you?"

Triss asked.

"Emperor Roselle once said there is no free lunch in the world. I think I should be able to help you."

Triss saw the woman chuckle twice, as if she heard something interesting. She suddenly moved closer to her, so close that she could even feel her breathing.

Between breaths, Triss heard her whisper in her ear, "You're right, dear. There's no free lunch in the world. I'll charge you for what I give you, but you don't need to know when or how I'll pay you."

Triss felt as if she had been punched in the heart, but she still had a sweet smile on her face and nodded in agreement.

She silently moved her body back a little, wanting to stay away from the other person. The close distance made her feel uneasy, as if her throat was being strangled in the other person's hand.

"Don't be like that." Triss had just moved a little when Eve's hand suddenly rested on her shoulder. The high-level witch turned her head, and her stunning beauty made Triss instantly forget to breathe. "As if I'm bullying you. Don't worry, you will get what you want."

It wasn't until Eve sat back on the sofa that Triss gradually came to her senses. At that moment, it seemed as if everything in her head had been washed away, leaving only the other person.

I was bewitched by her...

Triss felt fear, but with it came uncontrollable excitement and desire. This was the power of a demigod.

She already knew this when she became an "assassin", but she still drank the subsequent potion just for this reason - the feeling of being in control of everything.

Triss looked at Eve, as if she saw her future self in her.

If I could get what I wanted, then...

"I understand," Triss said with a smile, "I will obey your will at all times."

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Backlund Cherwood District
After get off work, Klein did not come to the detective agency disguised as "Sherlock Moriarty" as usual. He wore a formal suit and knocked on the door of the agency as "Klein Moretti". He casually flipped through the notebook at the door, and after confirming that there was no commission, he left naturally, stopped a carriage on the street, and went to Williams Street.

He still remembered Eve's instructions. Since he got off work early today, he could come over and check it out in advance.

8 Williams Street...

Klein kept looking to both sides of the road, searching for his target.

No. 6, No. 7, No. 8...

found it!
Klein's eyes flicked from the house number to the workers in the courtyard, and he suddenly felt a headache. Are they actually renovating?

It would be troublesome if I had to work at night as well.

Klein scanned the streets and randomly found a coffee shop. A brightly dressed waiter immediately came to his side and guided him to a window seat.

Klein took the menu, glanced at it briefly, ordered a cup of black tea and a princess pudding, and put it down.

The waiter bent slightly to note down Klein's request, picked up the menu, and left. Shortly after he left, another waiter came to Klein's table and served him tea and pudding.

Klein picked up the tea and looked at the pudding in front of him, but his eyes never left the villa opposite.

There were many male and female servants and workers there, either fiddling with something in the courtyard or going in and out of the door. The visible busyness seemed to overflow the courtyard.

Klein stirred his tea and looked out the window. After a moment, he retracted his gaze, observing the environment inside the store or the food in front of him. But no matter how he changed, the villa was always within his sight.

The villa Eve asked him to investigate must be problematic, but in a situation involving extraordinary powers...

Klein tried to put himself in the other person's perspective. If he owned a villa involved in a mystical incident, he would either sell it quickly or find a way to solve it secretly. But no matter what, he would not want others to know.

Renovation... could it be to cover up the extraordinary anomaly? But with so many workers and servants, wouldn't the anomaly be more easily exposed? They can't all be his accomplices, right? This scale would require two Red Glove teams.

Maybe the other party has no idea what is in the villa he got?
Klein pondered, his right hand following his physical memory to scoop a small spoonful of pudding into his mouth.

Ok?
The pudding has a silky, elastic texture and a dense taste. The slightly bitter crispy shell on the top layer blends with the cool and sweet "jelly" on the bottom layer in the mouth, neutralizing the bitterness and sweetness, just like dark clouds hitting the sun and then dissipating in the breeze.

good to eat!

Klein glanced down at Pudding and waved for the waiter.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

The waiter in red uniform asked politely with a professional smile.

"Two more servings of Princess Pudding, take it all away," Klein said, then casually asked, "Did the person across the way just arrive in Backlund?"

"Yes, sir, you're quite observant. That gentleman is from Jianhai County and will be settling in Backlund. He's currently renovating the house that will be his home," the waiter said apologetically. "If we're disturbing you, we can find another seat for you. There are a few more inside, and it'll be quieter there."

"No, no need. I understand. No matter how respectable a gentleman is, he has the ability to stop these voices." Klein said with a smile.

The waiter smiled ingratiatingly, agreed politely, and left.

Klein turned to look at the villa, and his mind gradually became clear.

Now it seems that the latter is more likely. The owner of the house probably doesn't know what is in the villa he bought.

But it's only a matter of time. After living there for a long time, the gentleman will find out sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)