Chapter 252 Division and Unity

Kit came up from behind and put his hands on the back of the sofa behind Ian's head. "So you plan to come back now?"

He asked what others needed to know.

The three detectives surrounded Ian in a closer manner than when he entered, but he abandoned all guarding at this moment and returned to the initial state of getting along with them. The warmth of friendship made his cold body feel a little warm. .

"No, I'm working for that lady now. She and her family want to return to the city before the New Year and need an escort on the way."

Everything Ian is saying now is an excuse jointly made up by him and Barbara. It is simple but has the least flaws.

"What happens next?" Ace asked.

Ian looked at the other person's concerned face and was silent for a moment.

"I'm sorry, that bullet made me realize that I can't adapt to this kind of life. I really can't continue working in the office. Ms. Barbara's escort mission is the last escort mission I will do."

"First time being shot?" Robin Hood asked playfully, but then gradually fell silent.

The same thing might happen to everyone here, sooner or later, but no one wants to think about it now.

The serious atmosphere returned, and Ian didn't know what to say to improve the atmosphere. Finally, Ace broke the deadlock. He looked at Ian with sincere eyes: "Many people fail to realize what they want to do, and You are better than them. This is a good choice, I wish you the best, and remember not to let your brother down."

Robin Hood and Kit also sent the same blessing.

Ian almost felt that his heart was beating again. The connection between him and the office was cut off. Maybe he would never meet them again in the future, but the feeling at the moment was wonderful.

"So, besides you coming to say goodbye this time, does Ms. Barbara have any questions to ask us?" Ace asked, he had not forgotten Ian's purpose.

"She wanted to know how the monster was killed," Ian said.

The three detectives all gave a look of surprise.

They didn't think it was so bizarre that a woman would be interested in such a thing, and ever since they took out the head in the morning, the whole town had been wondering how they killed the leatherworker.

Men and women were curious, and even if Barbara wasn't interested, perhaps there were friends and family who wanted to know.

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"Ian, Ian, if it were before, we would definitely tell you, but this is an industry secret now." When everyone else was silent, Robin Hood lit up the cigarette and took a puff, blew out another smoke ring, and then Ian burst out laughing in front of his surprised face, his erratic breathing spreading the smoke rings.

He pressed the cigarette butt on the table: "You're kidding, Ian, how could we hide it from you? It was a fierce battle! At that time, these monsters more than ten feet long collided with us in the forest, and they looked like Crazy and strong, bears and tigers are nothing compared to it. This is not a monster that should exist in the world. Even if it is injured, it is very difficult to deal with. I was the first to find it that day. You know how big my ears are. Sensitive, as soon as he hears a commotion, he can sense it coming.”

Robin Hood tells a thrilling story vividly and vividly. Although the diction is crude and crude, the various onomatopoeias make people almost immersed in the story.

Ian's heart sank deeper and deeper.

He knew who killed the leatherworker, Barbara had told him.

Long before Hook's detectives pulled out the head, he knew what parts the leatherworker had left.

If Ace and the others were unwilling to tell him where they got the head, then it was probably because, as the green-haired wizard said, they had reached an agreement with some mysterious people in the town.

He interrupted Robin Hood's chattering: "You have to think about it. Some people's promises cannot be trusted. For me, it's not worth it."

Robin Hood and Kit's expressions became strange. They didn't know how Ian Lazarus knew about this.

"Brother, you told me earlier, I spent a lot of effort to make up such a paragraph." Robin Hood said sincerely.

Ian didn't smile, he just stared at them.

Ace saw his serious look and smiled easily.

"It seems that Ms. Barbara is not an ordinary person."

Ian shook his head: "I'm warning you, this is not what she meant, she doesn't care what you do."

"Then learn from her, Ian." Ace said calmly: "The original intention of us doing these things was indeed for you, but now we also have our own purpose. We want to establish a long-term relationship for the firm here. Base, using the leatherworker’s head to establish prestige among the locals is the most direct thing. If we can succeed, we may be able to get a position as instructors in the new base, and we won’t have to do those dangerous jobs in the future.”

Kit shrugged, and also sat down on the chair opposite and looked at Ian: "That head was given to me for free by Raven Lyle. He only wants Louis to fall. I don't understand why they don't claim it themselves." Credit, but since we all have the same goal, why not do it?”

Looking at their faces, Ian couldn't say anything to refute for a moment.

"Of course, if you know a lot of things that we don't understand, you can also come and correct our mistakes in our actions."

"I see."

He was about to say something when a pair of strong arms suddenly strangled his neck from behind.

A week's supply of medicine is not that easy to make.

Not only does Julius have to prepare medicine for Marietta, he also has to prepare medicine for himself.

When they were about to finish, there was a roar of people outside the alchemy room. It seemed that many people had come here.

Since the priests, scribes, and priests of the church left one after another, there has been no other manager here. The wizards can't figure out what the visitor wants to do, but fortunately the door of the alchemy room is closed, which effectively isolates them. received unnecessary glances.

Clayton listened quietly for a while and shared the content of those words in a low voice: "Louis confessed that Lawrence's death was related to him. Now these people are his relatives and are preparing to move Lawrence's coffin to the cemetery of his choice for burial. "

Other than that, he heard nothing else.

It seems that Priest Louis kept his promise and did not tell their story, otherwise these people would definitely mention it.

Julius shrugged off the gossip of these country folk: "Great, how about we go out and say hello to them now?"

"Forget it, I don't want to talk to anyone right now," Donna said, taking the question seriously.

While they were talking, Clayton suddenly remembered something and reached out to Julius.

"Give me your key and I'll see if it can open other locks."

The wizard gave him the key doubtfully. He aimed at the keyhole on the other door in the alchemy room and poked it in. With a slight turn, the door opened.

The space behind the door is not a nave for worship, but a long and narrow room with no windows. The wall on one side is full of bookcases, and the wall on the other side is a lampstand with candles. The gaps between the bookcases were filled with standing copy stands, and the path in the middle was only big enough for two women to walk side by side. There is another door directly opposite them, and that is the door to the chapel.

"The classics room, we can look up the information that Louis doesn't want to tell us here." Clayton walked in with familiarity.

If there is no priesthood in the church, then intruding into the holy place will naturally not cause him any sense of taboo.

Donna immediately dropped what she was doing and followed excitedly, but Julius was a little suspicious.

"Why do I feel like you have been here many times? How do you know that behind the alchemy room is the classics room?"

“Because the church in my hometown uses this arrangement, it saves space and is difficult to see from the outside.”

Clayton answered casually and reached out to a shelf filled with ancient parchments.

The church's book room not only stores a large number of theological books, but also contains the local history that has been continuously recorded by the priesthood since the establishment of the diocese here, as well as a list of all believers - for a country like Gevo, "believers" Basically it can be understood as everyone.

When most people begin to believe in religion, the remaining people will gradually convert to the church in order to fit in with the community.

The life of Patnu gave Creighton a clear understanding of this situation. He reached out to a shelf full of ancient parchments. The most original documents preserved from the founding of the diocese were what he thought. What he wanted, he needed to know whether he had concealed what Louis told him.

Clayton kept flipping through the parchment scrolls, while Donna was quickly attracted to the bookshelves. She picked up a book and started reading it. Her movements were very skillful, not like someone who hates learning at all.

Or maybe it's a storybook.

Julius knocked on the wall impatiently: "No, don't you think it's too late to start reading at this time? And our medicine hasn't been prepared yet. Creticia, don't leave your work to just I am a wounded person."

Hearing his words, Clayton looked up and found that Donna was also reading a book.

"You guys go get down to business first. You can take the books here back to read later." Anyway, there is no one in charge here anymore.

Donna held the book and was reluctant to put it down, but her face looked a little embarrassed.

"But Clayton, isn't this considered theft?"

Just when she was questioning, Clayton calmly grabbed a few more pieces of parchment and stuffed them into his pocket.

"It's not stealing, it's just borrowing. We just need to return the books before we leave. No one here can give us a permit right now."

He was right, Donna judged so, so she happily placed the book near the door, and then followed Julius back to the alchemy room.

Creighton's work efficiency improved tremendously when he was alone.

These parchments did contain the knowledge he wanted, which was the record of the "treasure place" when the local diocese was established.