Part 3 The Traveler Chapter 224 The Man
After sidestepping his body and avoiding a rampaging drunk, Emlyn frowned and flicked his clothing as he continued to squeeze his way to the bar position.
In this process, he seemingly did nothing, but always managed to keep the drinkers around him from touching him, whether it was speed, agility, or the balance and coordination of his body, it had reached a rather terrifying level.
Finally, Emlyn reached the bar position and flexed his fingers to tap on the wooden board:
”Where’s Ian?”
The bartender glanced at him and said not a word, continuing to look down and polish the glass.
”……” Emlyn froze in place, thinking that he should have done something wrong to not reap the expected answer, which made him a little irritated and tempted to reach forward and yank the bartender out with one hand.
However, he thought that would be ungentlemanly and forced himself to hold his emotions in check, glancing around a few times and realizing that everyone was drinking.
After a moment’s thought, Emlyn spoke tentatively:
”A glass of Ormil red wine.”
The bartender’s movement of wiping the glass stopped and raised his head, looking at the handsome man with black hair and red pupils in front of him with odd eyes and said:
”No.”
This was the world’s finest red wine, and the price was very astonishing!
Emlyn was not stupid, and realizing from the other’s eyes that he had ordered a wine that he shouldn’t have, he carefully recalled it and said:
”A glass of Southwell ale.”
”Five pence.” The bartender finally put the glass and rag down.
Emlyn simply pulled out a 1 Soule bill and said:
”No need for change.”
”Thanks.” The bartender pointed to the left and said, “Ian is in card room 1.”
Emlyn instantly conjured up a smile, happy and proud that he had solved a substantial problem, and without bothering to get the glass of Southwell ale, he turned around, straight away, and headed for card room #1.
Knock knock knock! He knocked politely on the door of the room.
”Come in.” A slightly youthful voice came out.
Emlyn straightened his collar and pushed the door in, realizing that the scene inside was not quite what he expected.
In his thought, since it was a card room, there must be a bunch of people gathered around a long table, playing Texas and other items, who knew that there were seven or eight people, but no poker appeared, each participant had a piece of white paper in front of him, messily not knowing what to record, besides these, the only thing on the table were pens and multifaceted dice.
Emlyn intuitively turned his gaze to the youngest of the lot, a clean-cut older boy with the same bright red eyes who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.
”Ian?” Emlyn spoke as if to confirm.
Ian nodded and smiled:
”Yes, what can I do for you, this gentleman? Or would you like to join us in this game?”
”Game?” Emlyn instinctively asked back.
Ian chuckled:
”Yes, a game, I’m not a fan of cards, or pool, but when I stay here every day, I have to find something to do, and I found inspiration from the biography of Rossel the Great, and that is to organize a number of people, to sit down together, and try a paper adventure.
”In this game, as long as you follow the rules, you can be anyone, a doctor, an adventurer who likes vegetables, a private detective who always carries a wrench and a pipe, or an archaeologist who loves to think out of the box, and then go together to some old castle, searching for stories hidden in history and fighting all sorts of monsters. ”
”Sounds kind of interesting.” Emlyn inexplicably felt that such a game would suit him.
”Haha, want to participate? We’re involved in a conspiracy this time, and will be facing a powerful ancient vampire who appears to have a handsome face, but underneath his skin are pus bubbles cauterized by rolling blood.” Ian invited enthusiastically.
The Blood, please! Emlyn’s face twitched imperceptibly and said directly:
”I have something I would like to entrust you with.”
”Well …… let’s go to the next room.” Ian stood up with his yarmulke and stale satchel.
The next door was a pool room and no one was in it, and the older boy, who moved with a skillful gesture, closed the door and examined the room before looking over at Emlyn:
”I don’t know you, sir, and I wonder who referred you?”
Emlyn lifted his chin slightly and held in a smile:
”Sherlock Moriarty.”
As soon as he spoke, he suddenly glanced from side to side and raised a hand to pinch his nose.
”So it’s Detective Moriarty.” Ian said with undisguised relief, “Then I’m relieved, by the way, didn’t he go to Dixie Bay for vacation? When did he come back?”
Emlyn lowered his right hand and said with an unchanged expression:
”He didn’t return, I went to look for him at the place he rented.
”Frankly, a normal vacation would have ended in mid to late January, and it’s already April.”
”Could something have happened to him, to him?” Ian asked with some concern.
Emlyn thought about the abilities and mysteries that Sherlock Moriarty had shown and shook his head:
”Perhaps just involved in a complicated case.”
Without further comment, Ian turned to ask:
”What shall I call you? What is your commission?”
”Just call me Mr. White.” Emlyn took out a paper similar to a wanted notice and said, “Help me find these five people.”
Ian took it and looked through it carefully for a while and said:
”Twenty pounds for a valid clue and 150 pounds for a confirmed location, is that acceptable?”
”No problem.” Emlyn felt that this price was simply too cheap.
Compared to this, his opening price at the tarot meeting seemed too much.
Ian folded those papers and finally asked:
”Mr. Wyatt, where should I find you if I have a clue?”
”Bridge South, Harvest Church.” Emlyn had already thought of the answer.
Ian sniffed and scrutinized him in surprise for a few moments and said:
”You’re a follower of the ‘Mother Goddess of Earth’? That’s rare in Berkland.”
”No!” Emlyn shook his head firmly, “I’m just volunteering there.”
Without waiting for Ian to speak, he jumped the gun and asked:
”Who do you inherit your red eyes from?”
When he saw Ian just now, he wanted to ask this question, because in the ancient times, red eyes belonged to the symbols of the blood race, however, in the Fourth Age, there was a long period of intermingling between humans and the blood race, both belonging to the residents of the empire, and so there was a wide range of associations, and a lot of descendants were born, and the red-eyed “half-blood” gradually increased, and was inherited from generation to generation. The number of red-eyed “hybrids” gradually increased and was passed down from generation to generation, becoming one of the less common pupil colors among humans.
To put it simply, every human with red eyes has a blood ancestor.
Ian replied with a bit of a daze:
”My father …… further up I don’t know, because I’m a stray.”
It seems not to be one of those still associated with the Bloods …… Slightly disappointed, Emlyn gave a twenty pound advance and turned to leave the pool room.
When he was far away, Ian did not immediately return to the card room, but reclosed the door and spoke into the air:
”Detective Moriarty hasn’t returned to Birkeland yet, and I’m a little worried about him.”
A figure suddenly appeared in the void of the billiard room, pale and delicate in appearance, wearing a small black fedora and a gothic court dress of the same style, none other than Sharon “The Spiteful Spirit”.
”He’s doing well.” Sharon replied without any emotional ups and downs, and her figure instantly vaporized and disappeared.
”That’s what you say every time, have you and Detective Moriarty been corresponding ……,” Ian muttered in a low voice, casually picking up the newspaper sitting in a corner of the pool room.
At the top of the pile was the Tassock Gazette, with a copy of the Maritime News pressed beneath it; the latter had originally focused on reporting on the different colonies of the Kingdom of Ruin and what was happening at sea, but because of the current technological conditions, the maritime news that made it to Beckland were all seriously out of date and of little use to those who needed it, so it sold poorly and got worse and worse as it went on.
After that, under the proposal of the new editor-in-chief, the style of the newspaper changed, with a lot more rumors about the sea and all sorts of strange things about pirates about adventurers, appearing to be more like a compilation of stories than a news report.
Surprisingly, this style was quite popular, especially some of the content involving ghosts, spooks, sea monsters and treasures, became the first choice of the few who knew the words to brag to the illiterate majority in various bars, after all, it seems to be very fake, but interesting enough.
Ian flipped through the various papers at random, finding nothing to note, and was only impressed by a story in the Maritime News:
”Rumor has it that on the evening of March 25th, the fleet of the ‘King of the Undying’ attacked a ship returning to Forsak from East Byron, taking all the cargo and money, and that ‘Slaughterer’ Gilthias, as his title implies, has Completed a bloody ‘funeral’ ……”
These pirates are really arrogant ah …… Ian shook his head, put down the newspaper, and returned to the card room to continue his own game.
Outside the pub, Emlyn boarded the carriage and leaned against the compartment wall, watching the streetlights slowly recede.
He pinched his nose again and muttered silently to himself:
”A ‘grudge’?
”Ian the weapon merchant does have a lot of channels ah …… good!”
Emlyn then closed his eyes, expecting more from his commission.
……
The sunlight from the window shone in, coloring the captain’s room a golden color.
Edwina sat in her chair, holding her book, and looked across the room:
”So, you also believe that the three empires of Solomon, Tudor, and Trenthorst once existed side by side?”
”That is exactly what is necessary for the ‘Battle of the Four Emperors’.” Klein responded simply.
He was holding the Book of Three Worlds in his hand, which originated from a member of the School of Life, and later fell into the hands of the “Lieutenant General of the Iceberg”, in addition to describing the world of matter, the world of spirit, and the world of absolute rationality, it also had some accompanying contents of Runeology, which did not lack in depth, and Klein’s main focus for today was on researching this, hoping to find a better way to utilize the “Poseidon Power”, and to find a better way of utilizing the “Poseidon Power”. Klein’s focus today was to study this area, hoping to find a way to better utilize the “Neptune’s Scepter” and the “Worm of Time”.
In fact, Klein had discovered that the books collected by the “Lieutenant General of the Iceberg” were all unsystematic ancient documents, which did not match with the characteristics of her backing the “God of Knowledge and Wisdom” Church, so he guessed that within the “God of Knowledge and Wisdom” Church, the “God of Knowledge and Wisdom” Church had a lot of books that could be used for the purposes of the “God of Knowledge and Wisdom” Church. Therefore, he guessed that within the Church of the “God of Knowledge and Wisdom”, orthodox and systematic occult knowledge was forbidden to be disclosed to people who were not members of the Church.
Edwina was about to ask again, when she suddenly realized that the traveling speed of the “Golden Dream” was gradually slowing down, so she raised her head and looked out the window for a few moments, and then said in a cool voice:
”Bayam has arrived.”