“All these years, all the resentment has finally ended, but in the end, she still wanted to make things difficult for me, which is why she made this request.”
“Yes, with money, finding a down-and-out noble to read a eulogy isn’t that troublesome. So, this can only be considered a minor inconvenience; they probably hope Mr. Watson can be buried as soon as possible.”
Xia De agreed. In a place like Tobesk, there was no shortage of nobles, and Mrs. Wosente had no shortage of pounds.
He picked up his teacup, pretending to drink, but was actually deep in thought. After putting down the teacup, he asked again:
“So you want me to go?”
“Yes, you, Hamilton of Thunder Jeed.”
Xia De cautiously shook his head:
“I apologize, although a knight is considered a noble, he doesn’t have a title after all. Why don’t you find those barons who are in urgent need of money? I imagine it wouldn’t be troublesome.”
Mrs. Wosente provided the answer:
“It’s indeed not troublesome, and I am willing to pay, but it is my husband’s funeral after all. I still want to find someone sufficiently righteous, kind, and of good character to read the eulogy, not some stranger who only works for money. After Lavende introduced you to me, I thought no one could be more qualified than you. I’ve read the newspapers; you’re very good.”
Xia De agreed with this point, not because the other party praised him, but because if he were to choose, he would also hope that the person reading the eulogy at his funeral would be a reputable good person.
Especially since he had been quite prominent in the newspapers recently, it was quite reasonable for Mrs. Wosente to seek him out through a friend’s introduction.
“Originally, I wanted Lavende to help, but he’s busy this afternoon with a big business deal.”
“The funeral is this afternoon?”
Xia De asked with some difficulty. Before Thursday, he didn’t really want to spend time on other things.
“It won’t take long, two hours at most. The remuneration is 20 pounds, and travel expenses will be reimbursed. I heard from Lavende that you like rhode cards? Then I’ll add a special rule rhode card.”
“Hmm… did you tell the Baron about the remuneration?”
Xia De asked.
“I didn’t mention it at the time. Since he has business, I shouldn’t disturb him. Mr. Hamilton, if you don’t agree, I suppose I should go visit someone else. There are some backup options, but none of them are as good as you.”
“Hmm…”
If Baron Lavende had known the remuneration beforehand, he would never have given the opportunity to Xia De.
“Where is the cemetery chosen for the funeral?”
“Area Three of the East District of Tobesk Public Cemetery. I bought a compartment in the underground crypt.”
“Please wait a moment.”
He stood up and walked into the study, finding the receipt in a drawer that he had received when he handed Sparrow Detective’s body over to the gravedigger. The burial address was Area Two of the East District of Tobesk Public Cemetery.
The two locations were very close.
“Perhaps I should visit Sparrow Detective before undertaking something important.”
With this thought in mind, he considered the commission and finally agreed to accept it.
After arranging the meeting time for the afternoon and seeing Mrs. Wotsent off, it was only eight in the morning. Xia De spent the remaining morning practicing Miracles and getting accustomed to the sage-level relic, 【Ancient Magic Witches’ Golden Necklace】.
Although he couldn't use the power of the Mystic Lock with this necklace, at least the already powerful 【Silver Moon Slash】 became even stronger. Even without testing it on someone, Xia De fully believed that, aside from the power of a relic, a severely wounded Silver-Eyed One would absolutely not be able to withstand his attack head-on.
During lunch, he repeatedly pondered the plan for tomorrow night. He didn't make the ridiculous mistake of putting his spoon into his nose due to excessive concentration, but he was distracted, and when preparing Mia’s lunch, the amount of cat food was accidentally a bit less than usual.
When Xia De prepared the cat food, Mia would usually go to the side “modestly,” pretending not to care, and as soon as Xia De finished pouring the cat food and called her, she would immediately rush over.
This time was no different. As Xia De poured the expensive cat food by the dining table, the small orange cat lay on the living room windowsill, seemingly deeply interested in the street view of Saint Delan Square.
“Mia~”
He called out and then, deep in thought, sat down at the table to deal with his own lunch.
The orange cat happily trotted over, but looking down, it didn’t immediately eat as usual; instead, it stopped there.
It looked up at Xia De, its large amber eyes reflecting the young Detective’s frowning, distracted expression.
“Meow~”
So it trotted to Xia De’s pant leg, extended a paw to tug at his pant leg, and then meowed again.
Looking up expectantly, Xia De still held his spoon, appearing to be deep in thought.
“Meow~”
It meowed again, and seeing that Xia De still didn’t react, the cat retreated a bit, then dashed forward and leaped, directly clinging to Xia De’s pants and landing on his knee.
“Oh, my pants!”
This time, Xia De finally noticed the cat trying to get attention. He picked up the cat, “plucking” it from his pants, and saw that the cat food hadn’t been touched:
“What’s wrong? Don’t you like these?”
“Meow~”
Xia De wasn’t trying to converse with Mia, just teasing, but he didn’t expect the cat to directly extend its paw and point in the direction of the kitchen cabinet where Xia De stored a large amount of cat food.
Its large amber eyes looked at him, and the orange patterns on its back seemed to shimmer in the sunlight streaming through the window.
“Are you saying there’s not enough cat food?”
Xia De tilted his head to glance at the lunch prepared for the cat, then asked with slight surprise. But this time, Mia didn’t show any signs of understanding him; she merely squirmed in Xia De’s hands, wanting him to put her down:
“Can you really understand human speech?”
He bent down to put the cat down, and Mia immediately darted towards her lunch:
“Didn’t Miss Annette say it was a normal cat?”
Xia De got up to get the bag of cat food:
“Am I overthinking this? Or, can cats really be this smart?”
He squinted at Mia, who was obediently squatting next to her cat food, looking up at him with expectant eyes and wagging her tail:
“It seems… it’s just a bit smarter.”
Regarding whether the cat temporarily residing at Saint Delan Square Six was normal, Xia De had already consulted both the female voice in his mind and Miss Annette, and the answers he received were that there was nothing unusual.
Therefore, his suspicion seemed to be merely his own paranoia, but since this cat would at least stay until winter in the foreseeable future, Xia De thought that when he had time, he could take it to Miss Jialinna for a check-up.
Of course, Mia didn’t know Xia De’s thoughts at the moment. After lunch, the cat began to feel sleepy.
As usual, she lay a little distance from the snow-filled basin, allowing the sunlight filtering through the mist to shine on her back, enjoying a comfortable afternoon.