The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

The three men looked at Dr. Green, and Dr. Green looked back at the three men—the air seemed to freeze, and even the flame of the gas lamp on the wall forgot to flicker.

Irene's fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes, a hint of nervousness hidden in her emerald eyes; Angel hid behind Ex, her blue eyes timidly peeking out from beside his elbow.

Ex pressed his forehead in exasperation.

Dr. Green's glasses reflected a cold light as his fingers slowly tapped on the buttons of his cuffs, tap, tap, tap. The taps were very light, but each one felt like a tap on a fairy's heart.

The sound of the Night Watchmen's footsteps came from afar, growing louder and then fading away. That minute seemed to stretch out infinitely, and even breathing became a cautious affair.

Just as Elena was about to speak, Dr. Green suddenly pushed up his glasses, as if he had just woken up from deep thought.

He quickly straightened his white coat, which was stained with medicine, and muttered to himself as he walked towards the door. His voice was low, but just loud enough for the three of them to hear:

"The recent cases of contamination are really a headache... Some people don't take it seriously even though they've been infected with this foreign contamination—I need to remind them that if they feel their magic is disordered, develop light purple spots on their skin, or have a fever exceeding 38 degrees Celsius in the middle of the night, they must immediately drink Class C purification medicine, three times a day, two spoonfuls each time; by the way, meditating for fifteen minutes before bed every day helps stabilize their mind and enhance their resistance to erosion... Sigh, young people these days don't know how to take care of their bodies at all, I need to remind them immediately."

He walked to the door, then stopped, looked up at the sky, shook his head and sighed: "The wind is quite chilly tonight, and the lock on the back door is broken and no one has fixed it... But the rain is too heavy, I'd better go back quickly."

After saying that, he closed the door with a "click".

Ex looked up at the sky. There was no rain, it was quite sunny, and the moon was clear.

"Is he letting us go?" Angel asked softly, her blue eyes full of confusion.

"Obviously." A smile played on Axe's lips. "Dr. Green may have a deadpan expression, but he's not an unreasonable person."

This was already proven when he realized he couldn't stop himself from entering the Rain World and even gave him a warning.

Irene breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders finally relaxing:

"I thought we were going to be locked up."

She quietly kept Dr. Green's advice in mind. In any case, it's always good for the patient to follow the doctor's advice.

"It's not that bad, this isn't prison. Let's go, now's the time."

The three of them finally left the Holy See Hospital safely.

Next, it's time to go find Deacon Samuel.

Angel pouted, "But Master, are we really going to the Church of the Holy See? Is Deacon Samuel... still there?"

good question!

Ax suddenly realized that it was so late. Deacon Samuel must have already left work.

Irene's gaze also became somewhat complicated:

"Speaking of which, I seem to have forgotten about that. Deacon Samuel should still be in the church, right? After all, he's in charge there."

AX gently patted Angel's head: "Don't worry, we'll know when we get there."

The only way to get to the Church of Jesus Christ was by carriage, and it was already very late; it was hard to see any carriages on the streets.

However, X had been in this world for some time and was already familiar with the rules here, so he quickly found a large hotel.

He certainly wasn't there to spend the night with Elena and Angel. It was just that carriages that usually ran at night were parked there.

Nighttime is different from daytime; it's not a time when waving your hat will stop a carriage. You can only find a carriage in places with the highest foot traffic.

After agreeing on the destination and price with the coachman, the three boarded the carriage and soon arrived at the church of the Holy See.

The church's Gothic spire remains solemn, and the stained-glass windows shimmer with a mysterious light under the illumination.

However, unlike when I came during the day, I didn't see any Holy Path Fairies at the entrance.

Just as Elena stepped forward to open the door...

"Elena! You really came!" A clear voice suddenly came from the side.

The three turned to look and saw a fairy dressed in the uniform of the Holy Order emerging from behind a stone pillar. Her hair was pale pink, her eyes were like two sparkling amethysts, and she wore a surprised smile on her face.

"Ella?" Irene's eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed in delight, "What are you doing here?"

Clearly, this is a case of colleagues meeting again, their eyes brimming with tears.

Ella strode up to Irene, a mysterious smile on her face:

"Of course I'm waiting for you! Deacon Samuel hasn't been with the Holy Church for a while, but he told me to give you some information if I run into you."

Elena and Ax exchanged a glance, and Ax asked, "Is it about the information that led to the silver theft?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I remember that's what Deacon Samuel was talking about."

Ella took a letter sealed with sealing wax from her bosom and handed it to Elena.

"Deacon Samuel said this is an update on the investigation into the stolen silverware. He knows you need this."

So the question arises: why didn't the Holy Order itself continue its investigation? Why didn't Deacon Samuel himself continue the investigation?

Ex had a vague sense of unease.

Irene took the letter, her fingers gently tracing the mark on the sealing wax—the standard thorn mark of the Holy Order.

Ex couldn't help but ask, "Miss Ella, you said Deacon Samuel has been away for a while... So where did Deacon Samuel go?"

Could it be that the investigation encountered some kind of resistance? Or was it even transferred to another location?

"Oh, you mean Deacon Samuel?" Ella gave a silly grin. "He went home to sleep."

X: "..."

Row!

Reasonable!

"Let's go back to the detective agency," X said immediately. "It's safer there, and it's more suitable for studying this information. Plus, we won't run into any strange fairies."

"Ah, yes, yes, if you encounter any strange fairies, be sure to report them to the Holy Path Society!" Ella kindly reminded her.

"I now believe the Holy Path is a place that takes in problem fairies," X thought. "At least they'll take in some of the more... innocent fairies."

The three of them boarded the carriage again and returned to Miss Detective Agency.

The fireplace in the office was already lit, and the flickering flames dispelled the chill in the room. Although it wasn't that cold this time of year, it was still nice to warm oneself by the fire late at night.

Ax sat on the sofa, Elena sat beside him, and Angel sat close to Elena. The three of them sat around the fireplace.

Irene carefully opened the letter; inside was a neatly folded parchment. She unfolded it, revealing Deacon Samuel's neat handwriting:

Elena, when you see this letter, you must be hoping for updates on the case. So allow me to inform you: after you suggested a direction for the investigation, the Holy Order has identified the main suspects in the silver theft as the fairies—Caroline and Lucy.

Caroline is the dedicated fairy responsible for inspecting the cargo barrier at the docks. She has the authority to enter and exit the area and the ability to alter the barrier's state. She is highly suspicious.

Lucy was also a suspect. She and Caroline were in the same group. Because inspecting the goods required two people to work together and supervise each other, she was also considered a suspect.

The only problem is that Caroline is now dead, and Lucy is missing. The investigation has once again reached a deadlock.

If you wish to continue the investigation, take this letter to Sheriff Tom Doyle; he has the ability to help you gain access to the scene.