Whispering Verse

Hearing the fat chef's request, Shade frowned. He looked at the man called "Mr. Nite" who collected the money. The latter shook his head:

"This is a matter between you. The club will not prevent him from leaving, but you have to convince Fat Jack."

"I don't have any money."

Shad pulled out the pockets on both sides of his coat. There was indeed nothing inside except a key chain and a notebook, because his money was in the inner pocket:

"I didn't expect that he could owe so much money."

Little Franklin had already stood up, lowering his head and saying nothing beside Shade. Although he was a bit of a jerk, he also knew that he had to rely on this person who didn't look older than him to leave now.

"No money?"

The fat chef angrily bent down and picked up four scattered Rhodes cards on the ground, and showed Shade the suits, which were Sun 1, Sun 8, Star 13 and Emperor.

The Emperor and Queen are independent cards other than the four suits. They are somewhat similar to the kings and kings in the world of Shad, but they play a very interesting role in the "blackjack"-like Rhodes card game.

"Draw one of the four cards. If you win the emperor, you take him away. If you don't win, he keeps all his clothes and you keep your top."

Speaking in a muffled voice, the fat chef started shuffling the cards behind his hands. Then he used his hand with bloody teeth marks to hold four cards with their backs facing forward and spread out in a fan shape:

"Don't say I'm a bad person, he bit me."

He said angrily, motioning for Shade to draw cards quickly.

Shade blinked and reached out to stop little Franklin who wanted to reach out:

"If you are lucky enough, you don't need me to redeem you here."

As he spoke, the life ring in his soul slowly rotated, the spirit stimulated the elements, and the elements affected reality. There are some red marks on the right eye that are difficult to detect, and the reverberation of the blood makes the blood marks reflected in Shade's eyes.

The world in his eyes changed, and everything took on a magical aura. Even though little Franklin just sprayed a small amount of blood on the cards, and all of them were sprayed on the front, the "Echo of Blood" spell still allowed Shade to see the faint red traces in the air, and the fat Different red mist glosses around the four cards in the chef's hand.

He had just seen that the "Emperor" had the highest blood content when sprayed, so he knew almost immediately that the card he needed to draw was the second one on the left.

"Am I bullying people? How dare you do this just after becoming a ring warlock. This is not right."

He thought absentmindedly, examining his morals and values.

Then stretch out your finger and place it on the rightmost card. His eyes did not look at the back of the cards, but instead stared at the fat chef's face. The fat chef immediately tightened his fat face and tried his best not to show an expression.

Mr. Neate and little Franklin were attracted by this scene.

"Not this one."

Shade said softly, put his finger on the second picture from the right, and stared at the chef's face for a few seconds:

"Neither is this one."

Shaking his head, he switched to the correct card this time. After a few seconds, he slowly pulled it out with the fat chef's expression of uncontrollable surprise:

"That's it this time."

The cards slowly turned over, and it was "Emperor".

"This should be considered bullying ordinary people."

Still thinking in my mind.

"Damn it, I didn't realize that you are actually an experienced gambler."

The fat chef was surprised for a moment, and then angrily threw the other three cards in his hand to the ground:

"Take this damn boy away. If he doesn't pay back the money next time, be careful not to fall into my hands."

A relieved smile appeared on the pale face of the accountant's son, and Shade nodded. He did not comment on other people's behavior, he only knew that the spell [Echo of Blood] was indeed very helpful to the detective career.

After giving Shade a receipt, in order to prevent Shade and the dejected little Franklin from running around in the club, the man had to send them outside the club. But as soon as the three of them reached the stairs on the second floor and were about to go downstairs, they were stopped by someone.

She was a thirty-year-old woman dressed as a maid. She looked very ordinary, but had a very good temperament.

She came along the stairs from the third floor:

"The lady wants to see you."

She looked at Shade and nodded slightly to him.

"Is there anyone behind me?"

Shade thought and immediately looked behind him, but there was no one behind him:

"I?"

"Yes, sir, please come with me. Your friend can wait for you on the first floor temporarily."

The woman said. Shade didn't know why and looked at the man leading the way. The latter shrugged:

"There is only one distinguished guest on the third floor tonight. If it is that lady, you'd better follow her up. She is a very distinguished lady. As for him, I will keep an eye on him and make sure not to let him get close to the gaming table."

As he spoke, he slapped little Franklin on the shoulder hard twice. The latter was almost knocked down, but he did not dare to object to Shade's departure.

"May I know. Who is that lady?"

Shade asked hesitantly, suspecting that someone like the owner of the club, or even Mr. Lawrence's "mistress" Mrs. Lasoya, had discovered him.

But he didn't understand the reason why the other party was looking for him. The only interaction between the previous detective and this place was the last time he came to collect someone. Other than that, Shade had no other social connections that might be related to this club.

He was still thinking about the cat at home and wanted to go home as soon as possible to prevent the new cat from excreting on his bed or desk.

"That lady is a titled noble and is our most distinguished guest tonight. For the sake of her honor, you cannot know the lady's identity for the time being."

The woman dressed as a maid said in standard Delarian language. Shade nodded slightly, knowing that he could not refuse:

"Then why are you looking for me? Sorry, I don't seem to know anyone with such a distinguished status."

"plz follow me."

The woman who led the way turned and walked upstairs. Shade hesitated for a moment and followed.

Compared with the relatively quiet second floor, the third floor is absolutely quiet. Judging from the decoration, if he hadn't come from downstairs, Shade would have even believed that this was a certain floor of the art museum.

He followed the maid and walked along the carpet in the corridor while looking at the oil paintings on both sides of the wall. Stopping in front of a golden double-door door, the maid helped push the door on the left open enough for Shade to enter:

"The lady is waiting for you inside."

Shade nodded again and waited for a second. He did not wait for the woman's voice in his head to prompt the "elements" to appear before entering the room.

The maid closed the door from the outside. Shade turned his back to the door and looked at the empty reception room.

The layout of the rooms here is very similar to that of a doctor's reception room and consultation room.

The bookshelf took up an entire wall, and the floor of the room was entirely covered in carpet. The desk, coffee table and sofa combination, and closet are all made of brown wood and look very business-like.

It's just that the brass-colored metal box on the coffee table is eye-catching. It looks like a so-called gear box. The six-sided large and small gears need to be rotated into a specific arrangement to open.

The steam pipes and gas pipes on the walls blend well with the paint color of the walls. There are two gas lamps in the shape of angels blowing trumpets on the surrounding walls. The warm yellow light is no better than the crystal chandelier hanging from the top of the head. bright.

The three windows on the wall facing the door were covered by thick red-brown embroidered fabric curtains, but Shade did not consider the possibility of someone hiding behind the curtains.

It was extremely quiet, and Xia De had a creepy feeling in his heart. Someone was spying on me, but it was definitely not in this room.