He didn't care how much he could earn from the 50 pounds, because many people depended on him to survive, and he had to arrange some paid things for them to do from time to time, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to keep informed.

Emlyn looked at Ian twice, and said with a "huh", "Of course it's me, you should be very clear about my reputation."

"Detective Moriarty never told me this..." Ian muttered and sighed, "Well, the cooperation last time was quite pleasant, I choose to believe you."

Emlyn nodded in satisfaction, took out his wallet, and counted the banknotes with a total denomination of 50 pounds.

During this process, Emlyn felt a little bit reluctant when he thought that his savings were only 407 pounds.

Now it's 357 pounds... He looked back at the banknotes and handed the cash to Ian.

He didn't stay any longer, put on his top hat, walked out of the billiard room, and left the "Brave Man" bar.

On the street, Emlyn let go of the fingers pinching his nose, looked up at the burning clouds, his expression gradually became serious, and he said silently: "This time, that 'Wraith' is not here...where did he go?

"Hmph, Ian acted like he'd never heard of the Rose School, but his heartbeat gave him away...

"Also, he didn't ask Sherlock Moriarty this time if he had returned to Backlund, and he wasn't worried at all... Could it be that Sherlock has already returned to Backlund and met him?"

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Rorsted Islands, "City of Generosity" Bayam.

Outside a house near the port with gas wall lamps on, "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya took Frank Lee, who had rolled up his shirt sleeves and showed brown hair, to an empty corner and looked at a figure Grow out of the shadows.

This is "Bloodless" Heath Doyle, who is in charge of monitoring "Artisan" Scharf. He is tall and thin, his skin is so pale that it is a little transparent, and he looks weak and weak when the wind blows.

"Is there anything unusual during this time?" Cattleya pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Heath Doyle said "hmm" and said: "On the third day after you left, a stranger came to visit Scharf and stayed for about a quarter of an hour. I didn't approach him for fear of being discovered.

"According to your order, Captain, I asked my men to follow that stranger, but they were thrown off."

"What does that stranger look like?" Cattleya nodded slightly.

Heath Doyle took out a piece of raw beef from the leather pouch at his waist. The blood on it was still fresh, but it didn't pollute any place it touched. It seemed to have become a pure solid.

Immediately afterwards, the piece of beef melted in Heath Doyle's hands, dripping to the ground like running water, wriggling like life, and painted a portrait.

"This is the effect I want!" Frank Li watched this scene with piercing eyes, expressing his thoughts quite excitedly.

Under his gaze, Heath Doyle seemed to dodge a little bit. While leaning slightly, he pointed to the ground and said, "It probably looks like this."

At this time, a bloody picture scroll has taken shape. The main body is a man with two beards and facial features close to those of the Pass Valley race. His biggest feature is that there are three earrings inlaid on each side of his ears.

"The earrings made of gold have a lean body, no fat, but very healthy." Heath Doyle added.

Cattleya immediately withdrew her gaze from the ground and asked, "And then?"

Heath Doyle gave another "hmm": "After that, no one came to visit Scharf, except for the temporary servants and cooks he hired. I arranged for my men to investigate, and they have no problems.

"Sharf would go for a walk in the evening every day, find a street girl to go home, and not let her leave until dawn... I have been following him, and I didn't find that he came into contact with strange people on the way."

"He's been acting normal all this time?" Cattleya asked with a slight frown.

In her opinion, no abnormality is the biggest abnormality!

After all, this involves members of the School of Roses who believe in the "primordial moon". JrNovels.com