Chapter 110 The First Guest

Until the magic faded, the coldness and stickiness around Camus gradually dissipated. Camus took a deep breath, "Are you tortured by these things?"

Kaxiu shook his head, "Everyone is the same. The Black Scholar is still okay. The 'Gravekeeper' and the 'Polar Guardian' are the most painful. One watched his soul and body being corroded, and the other watched himself become an elemental life."

At this point, Camus paused, "Actually, I was going to upgrade to a gravekeeper, but 'Mr. 12' stopped me and gave me a bottle of Black Scholar potion. Now it seems that my choice is right. The gravekeeper is too miserable.

Camus turned his head to look at the pendulum clock and saw that it was almost four o'clock in the middle of the night. "Go to bed. There is a bedroom next to me. You said that the 'Aurora Society' should come too, right?"

Kaxiu put the magic book in his arms, "It's only these few days. I don't know what's going on in the lower street. I'm so sleepy. Go to bed and talk about it tomorrow."

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In the lower street, Fiona and the new priest of the Church of the Sun were looking at the slaughterhouse over there with an ugly face.

"What information? Could it be a cultist?" Fiona looked at the scene with a cold face.

"No, the scene has the smell of Sequence Four, and the wounds were also caused by these tables, chairs and benches." The new Light Ceremony was a blond young man. He squatted on the ground, pressed the wounds and compared them, and said his conclusion.

"Tables, chairs and benches? You said it was Poker who did it?" Fiona showed a thoughtful look.

The blond young man shook off the blood, stood up and looked around, and walked to the candle array with an oil lamp.

"A ritual from the other world. It looks like the other party is offering sacrifices or summoning something. It may not be something that Poker would do. They are not that stupid."

Fiona pressed the hilt of the sword and pondered for a moment, "Even if it is not them, it must be related to them. Can you find any traces? Mr. Xiu Rock."

Xiu Rock took a branch and drew on the ground, "The murderer is a sequence four, using a ritual from the other world."

After saying that, Xiu Rock picked up a pen and a painting from the ground and pointed at Connor, "This thing is not something that ordinary people can afford. Go check who this person is."

The church member next to him looked at Connor's face carefully, then bent down and retreated.

Xiu Locke pinched his nose, "Why does something always happen here? Ms. Fiona, do you have a makeup artist? If you want to know what happened here, you can only find a makeup artist."

Fiona nodded, "I know a makeup artist, do you want to go together?"

Xiu Locke raised his head, and his golden eyes showed curiosity, "I have heard that there is a makeup artist in Caldecott City, and there is no organization. Is it Raymond Camus? Then let's go and see."

Fiona nodded, turned around and jumped on the carriage, and took Xiu Locke to Golden Oak Street.

A carriage stopped at Camus's house late at night. When Xiu Milo saw the house, a disgusted expression appeared on his face, "These guys always don't follow the rules. There are evil spirits in this house, and they have killed many people."

Fiona looked at the house expressionlessly. If there were not too many dead people, she would not bother to deal with this crazy believer, but Camus actually raised an evil spirit, which was very good.

"Knock, knock, Mr. Camus, sorry to bother you so late at night, we have something urgent to do with you."

Camus had already been awakened by Nicole, who said that two powerful people had opened the door, one was a female swordsman, and the other was as hot as the sun. Hearing these statements, Camus knew that something had happened in the lower-class street.

"Squeak, good evening, Ms. Fiona... You will get dark circles if you stay up late."

Fiona smiled, "I'm looking for you for late-night tea, you won't be unwelcome, right?"

"Oh, I always welcome friends, Ms. Nicole, please make me a few cups of coffee... um, four cups, Kashu is up too."

Kashu upstairs heard the noise and climbed up at night. He looked at Xiu Locke upstairs with a curious look, and the familiar breath was exactly the same as the captain's. Is it just a ritual?

"Good evening, Ms. Fiona and friends around you."

Xiu Locke showed a disgusted expression when he saw Camus, and even more disgusted when he saw Kashu.

"Two pagans, you actually use evil spirits as maids, aren't you afraid that she will poison you?"

When Camus heard this, he turned his head and looked at Xiu Locke, "Oh, sir, you are actually a light priest like my former captain, are you from the Church of the Sun?"

Seeing Camus's calm greeting, Xiu Locke nodded and stopped talking. Fiona rubbed her eyebrows and was too lazy to introduce herself. Anyway, she just came to ask what happened over there. He Xiu Milo was not qualified to let her introduce herself.

"Mr. Camus, a bloody incident happened in the lower street. I want you to help us find the murderer. This is the reward."

Looking at the purse handed over by Fiona, Camus showed a satisfied smile. That's easy to say. It doesn't matter if the face is black or not, as long as there is money, it's easy to say. These two people are really timely rain.

"Ahem, this is what I should do. Please come in." Camus pinched the purse, estimated the amount, and invited the two into the house.

As the fireplace burned, the warm air made everyone relax. Fiona came over with four cups of coffee, "Mr. Camus, this is the coffee you asked for." Seeing such a maid, Fiona's eyes lit up. "Mr. Camus, is your maid an evil spirit? What can she do?"

Camus smiled, "She doesn't know much. At most, she can make coffee, cook, wash clothes, clean the house, and look after the house." Camus looked at Nicole.

"Didn't I ask you to make some food tonight? I forgot, where is the food you made?"

A strange light appeared on Nicole's face, "Sir, are you sure you want to eat what I made? I was really embarrassed to serve it before, maybe it doesn't look very beautiful."

Camus shook his hand, "Go get it, I'll try the taste."

Fiona watched the maid float away, wondering if she should ask the family to get an evil spirit maid, which looks great.

"Ahem... Mr. Camus, I hope you can help us." Xiu Locke's expression was still a little gloomy, and this place made him feel uncomfortable all over.

Seeing that the other party was anxious, Camus pondered for a moment and spoke lightly.

"You wait here, I will find your answer, tell me the specific location and time?"

Fiona took a sip of coffee and felt that it tasted good. She was even more determined to ask the family to get an evil spirit maid.

Xiu Locke pondered for a moment, recalled the scene, and gave specific information.

"Near No. 600, Lower Street, Caldecott City, the time was about 1 o'clock in the evening, I want to know who did it."

Camus silently complained in his heart, so what if you know who it is? He is a high-ranking person, and you can get money by pretending. This business is too easy to do.

"Ahem, wait a moment, I'll be back soon."

Looking at Camus's back as he left, Xiu Milo felt very strange, but he couldn't say it.

Back in the room, Camus was about to take out a pen to write a message, but suddenly remembered that the pen should have fallen at the scene, and was stunned.

"No way, it shouldn't be found out? That thing is not too rare, I hope it's okay."

After more than ten minutes, Camus tidied his clothes, walked down from upstairs, and handed a piece of paper to the two.

Fiona took it and looked at it, revealing a weird look.

"Sequence 4, a noble person wearing white clothes, female, a loser of the Second Epoch."

"Mr. Camus, is that all?" When Xiu Milo saw the answer, he felt bad. This answer was too vague.

Camus smiled bitterly in his heart. If I said that the criminal was a high-ranking person, that would be worthy of suspicion. A small makeup artist actually predicted the high-ranking person. No one would believe it.

"Well, that's all."

Fiona saw it and had no choice but to turn her head to look at Xiu Locke.

"Check it out. Even the makeup artist can't predict the specific information. The other party's strength should be very strong."

Kaxiu glanced at the note, took a sip of coffee, and showed a satisfied look. "Huh... Why do I think of the Queen of Diamonds Sindra? Could it be her?"

"Sindra?" Fiona said the name in confusion, and looked at the information on the note again. It completely matched Sindra's sign, and she was stunned.

"It can't be her? Isn't she dead?"