What exactly happened to the two church personnel who entered the warden’s house?
Are they still alive now?
But considering that the church’s carriage specifically went back to the forest road, waited for a while in vain, and finally left helplessly.
From the church’s side, there’s no doubt that they haven’t been in contact with these two clerics.
Thus, Ronald, who had been monitoring all night, did not see the two leave.
They also didn’t return to the church.
The result is quite simple.
They really stayed inside the warden’s mansion, and sothing must have happened.
Moreover, even more unpredictable situations could arise.
What exactly is the result?
Ronald didn’t plan to make wild guesses at this ti.
His choice was to continue waiting; however, by noon, there still hadn’t been any movent from the warden’s side.
"..."
Grr—
Finally, as the ti stepped into the afternoon,
Ronald heard his stomach protesting against him.
Since yesterday, he had only eaten breakfast, and he was indeed feeling uncomfortable now.
Usually, he could endure it, but today was Friday.
Early tomorrow morning, Ronald had to leave the city to go to the suburbs for duty.
He had no intention of violating the contract signed with Everton; he was still following the laws of his past life.
After pondering for a few seconds, Ronald turned away from the forest road.
Of course,
that doesn’t an he was going back to rest at his lodging apartnt.
Ronald’s destination this ti was a comrcial street in Berlingwich.
—Ruby Street.
Swift’s studio was located at number 12 on this street.
Ronald planned to find this Mr. Detective.
Since he had to go out of the city tomorrow to fulfill the contractual duties, he definitely didn’t have ti to continue surveilling here.
Under these circumstances,
the most suitable person Ronald could think of for the job,
naturally, was this detective, Swift.
—The reputation of a great detective;
—A mber of the mystic side;
—A famous person with prestige among the common folk;
—And an acquaintance he was on good terms with.
Considering these identities, Ronald believed Swift was trustworthy.
And recalling his previous encounters on the train, as well as what he observed afterward in Berlingwich, Swift was also soone with basic professional integrity.
He just didn’t know how much this guy would charge for this kind of commission...
Although hungry, Ronald’s steps weren’t slow.
Soon, he arrived at Swift’s ho.
It was the sa two-story building as before, and Ronald walked up and rhythmically knocked three tis on the door.
Knock, knock, knock—
Promptly, soone inside responded,
"Who’s there?"
Ronald imdiately replied,
"Ronald Adler here to visit!"
Click—
The door opened from the inside, and it was the sa apprentice as before who opened the door for Ronald.
Seeing Ronald in front of him, the young man smiled before continuing,
"Mr. Ronald, are you here to see Mr. Swift again?"
Ronald nodded:
"Yes."
"Is Mr. Swift in today?"
Upon hearing Ronald’s inquiry, the young man imdiately nodded and said,
"Mr. Swift is indeed here. I’ll go call him down."
As Ronald walked into the studio, he nodded his head in thanks,
"Thank you for the trouble."
After a brief exchange, the young man first circled around Ronald to close the large door behind him, then briskly made his way to the second floor.
In less than a minute, Swift had walked down the stairs, leaning on the rail.
Mr. Swift looked sowhat tired.
He must have been resting before.
Dressed in very casual everyday clothes, Swift hadn’t even bothered to smooth the wrinkles in his outfit as he ca downstairs.
Seeing Ronald standing in the studio, the great detective lazily greeted him,
"Ronald, what brings you here today?"
"Isn’t it... eh?"
"Wait a mont!"
Although he intended to continue greeting him, Swift’s languid gaze suddenly sharpened.
He intensely scrutinized Ronald, his eyes sweeping up and down several tis.
Then he waved his hand at the young man nearby,
"Carol, stay here in the studio. Mr. Ronald and I have so matters to attend to."
"If anyone wants to co up to see , have them wait."
"If you really can’t stop them, remind loudly."
"Understood?"
Hearing the seriousness in Swift’s voice, Carlo was visibly startled:
"Sir, I understand!"
"Mm."
Swift nodded slightly at his apprentice, then gestured to Ronald to co along.
The two n, understanding each other, then walked up to the second floor together.
The second floor was Swift’s resting place, which was essentially his ho in Bermondsey.
The neatly divided moderate space they entered was a well-lit living room situated by the street.
Leading Ronald into it, Swift turned to lock the living room door.
He carefully drew the curtains before he and Ronald took seats on the living room sofa:
"Ronald, you don’t seem quite right today."
"The marks on your clothing, a sowhat drained look, and coming to find at this hour – did you, last night..."
Breaking off, Swift suddenly shook his head.
Only after a few seconds did he make a confident assertion,
"No, not last night."
"You must have been out since yesterday afternoon, and haven’t rested till this afternoon, then imdiately ca to find ."
"The urgency must an this isn’t a simple matter."
"You indeed have a keen insight."
First admiring the other’s ticulousness, Ronald then stated his purpose directly:
"I’m here with a very important request for you."
"So, would you like to continue?"
"..."
Observing Ronald’s expression, Swift pondered for a mont before continuing to inquire:
"The commission today, it seems quite a dangerous job?"
Ronald nodded and then explained tactfully,
"The matter involves a very broad array of forces, and the complications are considerable."
"I can’t trust anyone else in Bermondsey to handle this right now."
"It’s only because of your reputation and capability as a great detective that I dared to co seek your help."
"..."
Ronald’s ssage was simple.
The broad involvent implied the likelihood of many antagonists, and the issues concerning the "Spirit" side being a thorny problem indicated entanglents with mysterious entities. Combined, the inherent dangers were self-evident.
Faced with such a reply.
Swift fell silent for a long ti, then finally nodded:
"If it’s not sothing harmful to societal order, then leave it to ."
Ronald showed a grateful smile and then responded,
"That’s a long story..."
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