Chapter 62: Perfect preparation
Loen Kingdom, Backlund.
It was exactly eleven o'clock in the morning.
Ignatius came to the door of the "Luen Charity Scholarship Fund Office".
Yesterday, when he was sorting out the resources he could use, Igna suddenly realized that in addition to the City of Silver, he also knew a well-meaning, high-ranking powerhouse who might be willing to help.
Therefore, after Igna came to Backlund, he first found an open space to pray to Miss Justice, and explained to her the purpose of coming to Backlund.
The Sequence 3 saint who was resident in Backlund responded to his request and invited him to the office of the Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund to hold a ceremony and make a spell.
According to "Miss Justice"'s request, Igna entered the office where he usually received Dr. Susie's treatment by "opening the door".
As expected, Igna saw a lady justice inside wearing a snow-white cloak, with long golden hair and beautiful green eyes.
She didn't wear a mask, so the most beautiful gem of Backlund also bloomed with infinite brilliance at this moment.
"Good day, Miss Audrey." Ignatius bowed slightly to greet Justice, "Please forgive my rashness and recklessness to disturb you on such a bright morning."
"You came at the right time." Justice pointed to the seat in the room, "Today I want to taste Duke Fenerpott black tea, and it would be great to have a friend to taste it together."
Igna smiled: "Thank you for your kindness. I am missing the fragrance of the best black tea."
After a round of Ruen-style subtlety, the two got to the point.
When I heard that Igna wanted to use the promise of three successful records of the "Dream Weaver" ability in exchange for a spell made by herself, Justice looked at him and said with a smile: "Of course. I have no reason to refuse. ."
"It's an equivalent exchange."
"It's just that I have a question for you to ask, Igna." Justice put down the teacup in his hand.
"Well..." Igna paused and said, "Excuse me."
Justice nodded slightly, she smiled gracefully, and folded her hands with lace white gloves on her knees: "I have already contacted the chef at No. 122 Minsk Street, Chorwood District. I also did some research through dreams. ."
"..." It really is related to this.
Igna calmed his breath quietly and asked, "What did you find?"
"I found a big secret," Justice smiled. "This chef can read Roselle's diary."
"And around him, he also gathered a lot of friends who knew each other through his 'cooking skills' and who could read Roselle's diary."
Igna held his breath gently.
This is reasonable. He can recognize each other through the chef's cooking skills, and of course other people can also see it.
"I talked to them in my dreams, and they all insisted that they had the ability to read Roselle's diary, which was given by God and born with them."
"Then, after my investigation, those who were able to read Roselle's diary had a near-death experience in the near future, within three months."
"Three months ago, Mr. Fool fell into a deep sleep." Justice said slowly.
"So I want to ask you." Justice looked at Igna and said, "Can you read Roselle's diary?"
Gu Pyu Ignatius' pupils shrank subconsciously, he wanted to control his expression. But it was too late.
Justice has shown a clear look. Without waiting for Igna to answer, she nodded slightly and said, "I understand."
"I will follow this clue to establish an underground organization loyal to Mr. Fool." Justice said, "Thank you for your suggestion. This suggestion is of great significance to me and Mr. Fool."
"..."
"I will give you a spell that I made myself. As a reward for your answer this time." Justice said, "At the same time, the promise to successfully record three extraordinary abilities is still valid."
"This is what you deserve."
"..."
Ignatius opened and closed his mouth, and finally he drew a prayer gesture from the Church of the Fools on his chest.
This is the audience... This is the justice of the Tarot Society.
Fortunately, she was standing beside Mr. Fool. She also has the consciousness of dedicating everything to Mister Fool.
"I praise your generosity and kindness." Ignatius said.
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Leaving the Office of the Loen Charity and Scholarship Fund, Igna relied on inspiration to walk and stop in Backlund at will.
Actually He had only left Backlund for half a month. Everything here was the same as before, but it made him feel a little like a different world.
The air has improved after the passage of the Atmospheric Improvement Act, but it is still not as clean as the air in Bayam. But there are all kinds of novelty bicycles on the road, and there are all kinds of Loen gentlemen with civilization sticks.
Like the muscle memory of his body, Igna arrived at the door of the Siviras Field.
Across the road, he saw Jennings wearing a top hat and carrying a toolbox, and Joshua wearing a sheriff's trench coat, boarding a police carriage.
Igna smiled.
Jennings, who was rushing to get on the carriage, suddenly had a strange premonition. He raised his head and looked at the Dixie pie stand across from Siviras Field.
But there was no figure he expected there.
"What are you looking at?" urged Joshua, who was standing behind him. "Hurry up! You're blocking the way!"
Jennings stared thoughtfully for a while, then murmured after a while, "Nothing, just an illusion..."
"What did you say?" Joshua didn't understand.
Jennings didn't answer any more, he got into the carriage with a short body.
He has no time for delusions.
There is also a crime scene waiting for them.
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