With disheveled blond hair, Xio looked out the window, her eyes were so bright that it seemed as if two flames were burning.

She kept saying the word "450 pounds" to herself, like chanting a mantra, and every time she said it, she could gain courage and strength.

"Darkholm hasn't come to us today, tell us about the recent investigation, let's go directly to his house!" Suddenly, Xio turned to look at Forsi.

Darkholm is the leader of a gang in Backlund's East District, controlling many beggars and thieves.

Although he always looked kind, with a friendly smile on his round face, Xio knew that he was a cruel and vicious villain. He once stepped on the hand of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old thief. Just because the other party hid the harvest.

If it wasn't inevitable, Hugh wouldn't even want to see Darkholm, but he was one of the people who knew the city's homeless people best.

Forsi pushed her curly brown hair behind her ears and said, "As long as my lunch is not delayed."

"No problem! Maybe after this week, I'll treat you to an Intis feast!" Hugh promised feeling very good about himself.

"Do I have to thank God for this?" Forsi asked back with a smile.

She is different from Xio, she is a shallow believer in the god of steam and machinery.

While talking, the two girls changed to another public carriage, came to Backlund East District, and found Duckholme's home.

This is a townhouse located in a narrow alley, with green plants growing on the walls, and the outside environment is quite messy.

Xio walked to the door, raised his right hand, and tapped on the door a few times with a unique rhythm.

With a creak, the door that wasn't closed closed opened back with her knocking.

Xio's slightly confused expression instantly turned serious, like a lion with fried fur.

She pulled out the triangular thorn she carried with her, pushed the door carefully, and walked in slowly.

Forsi also changed her casual state, and took out a dagger from nowhere.

None of them smelled a strange smell, but their rich experience made them keenly aware of something wrong.

One step, two steps, three steps, Xio and Fors entered Darkholm's home.

Then they saw the pale severed arm hanging on the gas lamp, saw the heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney on the coffee table, and saw strips of flesh and blood spilled on the floor and hanging on the coat rack!

The white bones were shaved cleanly and piled up in a mess right in front of the door.

Among the white bones, there was a head with empty eyes, which was Dakholm.

There was still a kind smile on his round face, it seemed that everything was normal, and the inside of the house did not smell of blood, not even the slightest bit.

As a former clinic doctor, later a best-selling author, and a Sequence 9 Extraordinary, Forsi has seen more disgusting death scenes than this one. She patted Xio who was tense and about to vomit, and looked around. Said in a deep voice: "Qilingus? 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Qilingus?"

"He found out that Duckholm was investigating the missing homeless man, so he tracked backwards and went straight to the door?"

"Or Dakholm tracked down his whereabouts, but was discovered by him?"

Xio resisted the throbbing of nausea, nodded solemnly and said, "As expected of a pirate general who is famous for his viciousness and cunning... and the weirdness here is also in line with the performance of his magical item."

"Cunning..." Fors was startled suddenly, and blurted out, "Would he still be waiting nearby, trying to ambush and investigate his main messenger?"

Xio froze for a moment, then replied in a panic, "It's very possible!"

That is the "Wind Blessed One" of Sequence 6, a great pirate who holds a magical item, and the two of them only have Sequence 9! JrNovels.com