Lord of the Silver Crow

Taking the book from the opponent's hand, Yago glanced suspiciously.

"The Thief Who Stole the Queen Bee"

Steal the queen bee? case? Fiction?

"You shouldn't just want to show me this when you came to me? Mr. Friesen?"

Yago frowned slightly, and stopped constantly tossing coins, with aristocratic sullen expression on his face.

"of course not!"

Friesen smiled lightly and took off his top hat:

"It's just to relax your mind, how about it, did someone in your family tell you about the spiritual tide?"

"No."

Yago shook his head, his expression extremely normal.

His gaze swept across Friesen's top hat on the table, then lifted his gaze to look at Friesen's face:

"What is the spiritual tide? What can you do if you come to me?"

"Don't worry about this, before that."

Glancing at the thin book that Yago placed on the table and pressed by the hands he held together, Friesen thought for a moment, leaning back in a somewhat random movement, leaning against the back of the chair:

"What about me, do I have to ask you something first?"

As he said, the smile at the corner of his mouth narrowed, showing a non-smiling look, staring at Yago:

"What do you think I want to ask?"

"How do I know what you want to ask?"

Yago started tossing the coin again, his right hand was slightly stagnant, and he held the coin again, then looked at Friesen seriously and said:

"As I said, Paulin and I went backstage at the theater yesterday after the opera ended. We didn't have time to commit crimes."

"No, no, don't be nervous, it's not those, what I want to ask is something more special."

Friesen still had a smile on his face, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly:

"Things related to the ‘Witch’ and the ‘Sequence’."

"Wizard? Sequence? What's that?" Yago frowned slightly, "Is it related to the "spiritual tide" you said?"

"um, yes."

Friesen nodded, and the conversation suddenly changed, as if he was thinking loosely, thinking about what to say and what to say:

"But now you don't understand this."

"Besides the spiritual tide, have you encountered any magical, wonderful, uncommon sense, or horrible things?"

Friesen stood up and rubbed his wrist:

"Do you have it on you?"

When Yago was about to answer, Friesen said again:

"Mr. Fast, what about your family? Are there any strange phenomena? Don't hide, we are experts in dealing with these phenomena."

Yago stared at him, and finally shook his head:

"No."

"Really? Well, now I have other things to deal with, can you wait for a while elsewhere in the club..."

Friesen raised his head and looked at the clock on the other side:

"Ten minutes, ten minutes so I will find you."

"what?"

Yago opened his mouth, dissatisfaction flashed across his face for a moment, but he finally took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Okay, I hope you can explain what you said yesterday."

After speaking, Yago was about to stand up.

However, at this moment, Friesen stared at Yago’s left hand pressed against the writing, and asked again:

"By the way, Mr. Fast, I have a question, why are you constantly flipping coins?"

"Huh? Why?"

Yago directly stuffed the silver siamese into his pocket:

"There is no why."

After speaking, Yago's left hand also left the desktop.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, Yago left the room.

"Please wait, sir, I'll be with you."

When Yago walked out the door, the girl also left the room.

......

He was the only one left in the room.

However, soon, ten seconds later, two people walked in.

"Yo, Friesen, how about this newcomer?"

Accompanied by the sound, a man in armor and a woman in maid outfits walked in.

"There should be no accidents."

Friesen took out a pair of gloves from his pocket and put them on his hands after confirming that the gloves were not broken. Then, he walked to the place where Yago was sitting, and carefully smoothed the book that had just been thrown out in a random manner. Turn to the last page carefully.

Above, the text is written one by one:

[Stealing the queen bee? case? Fiction? ]

[This Friesen, um, Friesen Howard? This Friesen Howard asked me to come for this? Are you taunting me as a thief? ]

Seeing this, the woman in the maid costume raised her eyebrows slightly at Friesen.

"Hello~ Howard~"

"It's Jordan! Horn Jordan! Friesen Horn Jordan!"

Friesen emphasized.

[family? Why mention the family again? What is the relationship between the spiritual tide and the family? It seems that I have heard this word somewhere before, but I didn't find the related word at all. Did I remember it wrong? Isn't it from Bacha's time? ]

[It's all because of this word. I asked Elsa and Old Fanks. Elsa even laughed at me if I read some strange book again. I'm a graduate student in the Department of History! professional! That is a history book! ! ! I just can’t be sure if it’s a wild history...]

Seeing this, the man in armor turned the notebook in his hand to the last page and showed it to Friesen:

[Curious, not asking, easy to get distracted]

"It's really easy to get distracted, suddenly thinking diverges."

Glancing at the armored man’s notebook, Friesen nodded, then turned his gaze back, and continued to read the text above:

[This guy’s top hat... Damn it, I should change to a top hat too. ]

Seeing this, the three of them turned their eyes to the top hat that Friesen had put on the table.

"Inattention, easily distracted."

Friesen covered his forehead.

[What the **** is Lingchao? And what does blue blood mean? My blood turned silver. Is it related to this? That's not right, Blue Blood... Blue Blood was mentioned in the book that the instructor gave before. Blue Blood seems to be the name once aristocratic called himself? Is there a relationship between Reiki and Blue Blood? Why does my blood turn silver? ]

[Front, Success, Back, Failure, Front, Success, Front, Success, Back, Failure]

"Front? Success? Back? Failure?"

The two turned their puzzled eyes to Friesen.

"He is tossing a coin, tossing a coin."

Friesen held his forehead somewhat helplessly.

[‘I want to ask you something? ’, ‘what do you think I want to ask? ’, is anyone still using this kind of deep-fucked stupid words to talk about it now? Will someone be recruited? ]

[嘁, after all, I suspect that Paulin and I are criminals, playing a detective game? How stupid a detective is it to think that two spectators sitting in the audience can have time to kill and then get out during the period when the actors step down? ]

"Yo~Detective game~Detective Friesen~"

The man in the armor and the woman in the maid costume laughed at the same time.

PS: You should know what the queen bee is talking about