35: 35.

Mrs.

Slav’s Love Letter 35: 35.

Mrs.

Slav’s Love Letter “Clip-clopping, clip-clopping, clip-clopping…”

The unique smell of the early morning mixed with the fishy scent drifting from the harbor, wafting in through the window, fluttering the curtains and entering the living room of the Detective Agency.

Oliver shrank into a corner of the sofa, trembling nonstop.

A few books he had bought on his way here lay beside him.

“Anna, this is Oliver.

Oliver, this is Anna,” Lu Li introduced them to each other.

“Hello, I am Anna.” Anna delicately lifted her skirt, curtsying with noble etiquette.

In front of strangers she was meeting for the first time, Anna maintained a certain restraint, of course, with the exception of Lu Li.

“Clip-clopping, clip-clopping, clip-clopping…”

Oliver’s shaking intensified even more, his cheeks trembling incessantly.

He stiffly turned his head, not daring to look at Anna, his eyes filled with a plea for help as he looked at Lu Li.

“I am an Exorcist, and you work for me; sooner or later, you’ll have to deal with these ghosts,” Lu Li explained, walking up to Oliver’s side and picking up the top book with a deep red cover from the stack he had brought.

Oliver looked like he was about to cry, “Just because I work for you doesn’t mean I’m not afraid of ghosts, and can’t we take this step by step!

It’s too abrupt, just snapping your fingers and bringing back a ghost, without considering whether others can take it or not…”

As he finished speaking, a faint voice came from beside him.

“Does my appearance…

scare you that much?”

Oliver displayed a very twisted, bizarre expression.

It was the look of someone instinctively turning their head upon hearing a voice, then realizing what was next to them.

The expression was a mix of wanting to turn his head and not wanting to, instincts and resistance tangled together.

Then Oliver froze.

Anna floated beside him, looking down on Oliver from high above.

The uniquely delicate charm of a young girl made one unable to feel any repulsion, especially as she wore a beautiful white gothic gown.

“…It’s, it’s bearable,” Oliver muttered, suddenly feeling it was not so scary after all.

He even thought that Lu Li bringing such an exquisite Miss Ghost home was a pretty good decision…

Anna drifted back from Oliver’s side to behind Lu Li, who let out a sigh of relief and stumbled over his words, “So this Miss Ghost…

is now part of our Detective Agency?”

“I guess you could say that,” Lu Li replied without looking up.

He opened the book to the title page, but his brows gradually furrowed.

After quickly flipping through a few pages, he turned the book around to show Oliver, “What is this?”

“It’s ‘The Growth History of the Earlen Peninsula Duchy.'”

Oliver craned his neck back and said.

He couldn’t read, but that didn’t stop him from counting the number of characters on it.

One, two, three, four, five…

Nine characters, no mistake, and the bookstore owner had said it was this book, too.

“Did anyone tell you…” Lu Li closed the book and threw it on the dining table.

“This book is a long novel.”

“Uh…

what do you mean?” The word was beyond Oliver’s comprehension.

“It means fantasy literature,” Anna said casually from behind Lu Li, looking over his shoulder, “Everything in it is made-up.”

Rustle, rustle, rustle—

Oliver scratched his head, seeming to understand but also not really.

Lu Li turned his attention to the remaining books, ‘My Love Story with Baron Joseph,’ ‘One Hundred Fables,’ ‘Rhodest Port Customs,’ ‘Martin and the Dog.’

He didn’t think that he would find anything he needed in these books.

“Is this all there is?”

Still, Lu Li flipped through a few pages, just to be sure there was no knowledge within that might be of use to him, and finally let it go.

Possibly because of Anna, Oliver was a lot more polite to his boss, and said in a low voice, “The bookstore owner said that all the books you wanted were sold out.”

“What about the other bookstores?”

“The same, none of them sell those historical and geographical books anymore.”

“Sold out…

library burned down…

such a coincidence?” Lu Li murmured, turning his head to ask Anna, “Do you remember the general history?”

Anna, of noble birth, was often exposed to various books and had been taught by teachers.

“I can’t remember…”

Anna said somewhat sheepishly, “After waking up, I forgot a lot of unimportant memories…”

“Is that so.” Lu Li nodded, but didn’t give up hope.

There were schools in this world, several in Belfast alone, and they couldn’t possibly spend all day teaching fairy tales.

“Speaking of which, I seem to recall something…

I remember my mother discussing similar matters with a government worker.” Anna suddenly spoke up, her expression slightly perplexed as she fell into a recollection.

Lu Li didn’t speak, waiting quietly for Anna to remember.

“I remember now, that government official asked my mother to destroy some exhibits related to history.”

“Related to history?

Why would he want to do that?”

“I don’t know…

I was just eavesdropping behind the door.”

“And then?”

“My mother disagreed, but those guys in black uniforms were very aggressive…” Anna bit her lower lip gently, her clear eyes dimming slightly, seemingly reminded that her mother was no longer alive.

“Wait a second, you said they were in black uniforms?” Lu Li caught a key word, his black pupils narrowed.

After receiving a nod from Anna, he asked, “Do you remember if they had arm badges?”

Anna tilted her head slightly, “An eye half-open?”

This coincided with the group Lu Li had seen at the port.

Those Night Watchmen also wore black uniforms, and their arm badges were also an eye.

The only difference was that the former’s eyes were wide open, whereas the latter, according to Anna’s description, were only half-open.

If they were Night Watchmen, then the question arose…

why did the Night Watchmen want to prevent people from understanding history?

The duty of the Night Watchmen was to protect the towns and deal with anomalies.

Their job had nothing to do with history unless…

there was something wrong with history.

Or rather, there was something strange about history.

But such speculation was too far-fetched and irrational, even Lu Li did not dare consider it as a possibility.

Setting the thought aside for the moment, Lu Li turned his attention back to the matter at hand, “Can the books be returned?”

“It seems not…

but I’m willing to try!” Oliver quickly changed his stance, eager to leave this place.

Even though Anna was very pretty and cute, she was still a ghost.

Just like a tulip fashioned from shit, no matter how beautiful, is still nothing but a nauseating piece of shit.

This description alone was frown-inducing.

Oliver scrambled to gather a few books, but an envelope fluttered down from between them.

“What’s this?”

Lu Li picked up the envelope that had fallen on the table.

“Uh…”

Oliver glanced at Anna guiltily, his lips dry, “This is from Mrs.

Slav…

written to you.

Well, I’m off to return the books, Mr.

Luli, Miss Anna, goodbye!”

After finishing his words, Oliver hurriedly slipped away, leaving the Detective Agency,

On the other side, Lu Li withdrew his gaze and, under Anna’s curious look, opened the envelope to take out a piece of leather paper sprayed with perfume and unfolded it.