Chapter: 257
The cover of the ancient book was made of dark black cardboard, with the words "The Witch's Book" written on it.
"It contains the black magic of witches. Although I didn't dare to try it, someone tried it and it was really effective." The stall owner seized the opportunity to sell it.
The gentle and sweet lady pondered for a few seconds and said, "In your heart, what does a witch look like?"
"Witch? An evil person who brings disaster, disease and pain." The stall owner replied after thinking for a while.
Klein didn't even hear their conversation, because he had already walked out of the gate quickly, because he was in a hurry to go to the Deville library, and he was in a hurry to finish everything and go home to make dinner for his brother and sister, as well as tomato oxtail soup.
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Backlund, Crown Racecourse.
Audrey Hall was wearing a long white dress with leg of lamb sleeves, ruffles, and lace on the chest. Standing in the VIP box, she looked at the galloping horses.
She wore a gauze hat inlaid with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and light-colored tulle gloves on her hands. Her eyes were cold and distant, as if she couldn't get involved in this lively occasion.
Just as the horses crossed the line, her friend, Viscount Greint, approached her and said in a low voice, "Audrey, every time I see you, you have a different beauty."
"What's the matter?" In the past, Audrey might have briefly indulged in the other party's compliments, but now, she could tell from Greint's words and demeanor that this friend had another purpose.
Because of his father's early death, Grelint inherited the title just after he turned 20. He is a slightly thin young man. He glanced around and said with a low smile, "Audrey, I met a truly Extraordinary , Extraordinary who do not belong to the royal family."
You say that every time, and it disappoints you every time... Audrey looked forward, smiled gracefully and said, "Really?"
"I use my father's reputation to guarantee that I have seen his extraordinary power." Greint replied in a low voice.
Audrey is no longer as excited as before, because she is also a Extraordinary herself, but considering the question of not making Grelint suspicious, she still opened her eyes wide and outlined a surprised smile, Trembling asked: "When can I see him?"
Well, it�s also good to meet other Extraordinary people, I can�t take every little matter to the Tarot Club to solve... And I also have to have my own resources, resources that can be exchanged with Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man... No Everything can be solved with money... Huh, after sending the thousand pounds, I have to save a little...
Glaint was very satisfied with Audrey's reaction. He looked at the racetrack outside and said, "Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a literature and music salon at my home."
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Inside the DeVille Library.
Klein took out his ID and badge from his pocket, and placed them in front of several administrators.
"I'm a trainee inspector from the Special Operations Department of the Ahwa County Police Department. I need your cooperation in the investigation." He recalled the gangster movies he had watched in the past, and said in a deep voice.
Several administrators flipped through their certificates and badges, glanced at each other, nodded and said, "Officer, feel free to ask questions."
Klein read out the names of journals such as "New Archeology", and finally said: "I want the borrowing records of these journals and magazines, the last two months."
He found that one of the librarians had received him last time, but the other party obviously failed to recognize him.
"Okay, you wait for a while." Several administrators started to get busy, and quickly found out the latest borrowing records.
Klein carefully looked through the pages, looking for the names of the same periodicals that he had borrowed.
There are not many such names, only one. He came to borrow several times one after another. The periodicals he borrowed basically included parts that Klein knew. The earliest borrowing record was at the end of May, and the latest one was last Saturday. The day before S. Vincent's death.
Klein rubbed his fingers over the borrower's materials, and firmly remembered them: "Siris Aripis, a fabric merchant, lives at No. 19 Howers Street..."
"You live at 19 Howles Street?"
When memorizing the data, Klein grasped a piece of information keenly. JrNovels.com
"It contains the black magic of witches. Although I didn't dare to try it, someone tried it and it was really effective." The stall owner seized the opportunity to sell it.
The gentle and sweet lady pondered for a few seconds and said, "In your heart, what does a witch look like?"
"Witch? An evil person who brings disaster, disease and pain." The stall owner replied after thinking for a while.
Klein didn't even hear their conversation, because he had already walked out of the gate quickly, because he was in a hurry to go to the Deville library, and he was in a hurry to finish everything and go home to make dinner for his brother and sister, as well as tomato oxtail soup.
����
Backlund, Crown Racecourse.
Audrey Hall was wearing a long white dress with leg of lamb sleeves, ruffles, and lace on the chest. Standing in the VIP box, she looked at the galloping horses.
She wore a gauze hat inlaid with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and light-colored tulle gloves on her hands. Her eyes were cold and distant, as if she couldn't get involved in this lively occasion.
Just as the horses crossed the line, her friend, Viscount Greint, approached her and said in a low voice, "Audrey, every time I see you, you have a different beauty."
"What's the matter?" In the past, Audrey might have briefly indulged in the other party's compliments, but now, she could tell from Greint's words and demeanor that this friend had another purpose.
Because of his father's early death, Grelint inherited the title just after he turned 20. He is a slightly thin young man. He glanced around and said with a low smile, "Audrey, I met a truly Extraordinary , Extraordinary who do not belong to the royal family."
You say that every time, and it disappoints you every time... Audrey looked forward, smiled gracefully and said, "Really?"
"I use my father's reputation to guarantee that I have seen his extraordinary power." Greint replied in a low voice.
Audrey is no longer as excited as before, because she is also a Extraordinary herself, but considering the question of not making Grelint suspicious, she still opened her eyes wide and outlined a surprised smile, Trembling asked: "When can I see him?"
Well, it�s also good to meet other Extraordinary people, I can�t take every little matter to the Tarot Club to solve... And I also have to have my own resources, resources that can be exchanged with Mr. Fool and the Hanged Man... No Everything can be solved with money... Huh, after sending the thousand pounds, I have to save a little...
Glaint was very satisfied with Audrey's reaction. He looked at the racetrack outside and said, "Tomorrow afternoon, there will be a literature and music salon at my home."
����
Inside the DeVille Library.
Klein took out his ID and badge from his pocket, and placed them in front of several administrators.
"I'm a trainee inspector from the Special Operations Department of the Ahwa County Police Department. I need your cooperation in the investigation." He recalled the gangster movies he had watched in the past, and said in a deep voice.
Several administrators flipped through their certificates and badges, glanced at each other, nodded and said, "Officer, feel free to ask questions."
Klein read out the names of journals such as "New Archeology", and finally said: "I want the borrowing records of these journals and magazines, the last two months."
He found that one of the librarians had received him last time, but the other party obviously failed to recognize him.
"Okay, you wait for a while." Several administrators started to get busy, and quickly found out the latest borrowing records.
Klein carefully looked through the pages, looking for the names of the same periodicals that he had borrowed.
There are not many such names, only one. He came to borrow several times one after another. The periodicals he borrowed basically included parts that Klein knew. The earliest borrowing record was at the end of May, and the latest one was last Saturday. The day before S. Vincent's death.
Klein rubbed his fingers over the borrower's materials, and firmly remembered them: "Siris Aripis, a fabric merchant, lives at No. 19 Howers Street..."
"You live at 19 Howles Street?"
When memorizing the data, Klein grasped a piece of information keenly. JrNovels.com
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