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The Whispering Verses :- Chapter 36: The Return of the Doctor

“Detective, you are very fortunate. If I didn’t happen to have this relic in my hand, our transaction might not have gone so smoothly. After all, for a weak thaumaturge, both overly mysterious knowledge and overly powerful weapons are dangerous. Detective, I won’t concern myself with the matter of the Box of Darkness. It’s been a pleasure doing business.”

The tone of the lady inside the door seemed to be hinting that it was time for the guest to leave.

Shard closed the ring box and took it from the maid’s hand. When the maid walked back towards the door, he did not bid farewell immediately but instead collected his thoughts and asked loudly:

“Madam, I wonder if I have the honor of knowing your identity?”

“You do not have the honor at the moment.”

The woman spoke directly, and Shard seemed to hear the black-haired maid pushing the door accidentally laugh.

“I know what you’re worrying about. Now I know your identity and appearance; naturally, I can find out your address and the identity of your fellow correspondence thaumaturge. But so what? The foremost thing for a correspondence thaumaturge is not to let the church know their identity. Do you think I am someone from the church?”

Just as the woman didn’t believe Shard was a devout believer of the gods, Shard also didn’t think the woman was a devout believer:

“You can inform your fellow correspondence thaumaturge of tonight’s events. They naturally know the rules of this city, including our deal. Feel free to speak out about it. Any other questions?”

She seemed in a good mood, probably because she obtained the information she wanted from Shard.

“Did you come here tonight?”

“Of course not for you. Meeting you was just an accident. I came here to see a rare Rhodes card that the club supposedly has.”

“Which series?”

“Doesn’t matter. It was a fake Rhodes card.”

“That’s unfortunate. Goodbye, Madam, and may you soon touch the statue of that Old God.”

This was to remind her to find it quickly and not give the Blood of Mercury time to move it, which could lead her to blame Shard for not finding the statue.

“Until we meet again, detective. I am actually quite impressed with young people like you. Your reaction when the relic went out of control was commendable, much better than most low-level thaumaturge would exhibit.

If you ever need anything, you can contact me through this club. But you understand, all gifts come with a price.”

“Yes, Madam, have a wonderful evening.”

Leaving the club with the ring box in hand, Shard looked back at the slightly ajar door as he reached the exit:

“Madam, about the Box of Darkness.”

“A rare relic from the Third Epoch. Relics are the accumulation of resentment and hatred at the end of Eras, so there’s no need to doubt what you hear.

The Fifth Epoch was the Epoch of the Witches, where the war of the last thirteen Witch Emperors almost drew terrifying entities from beyond the physical world;

The Fourth Epoch was the Epoch of Darkness and Chaos, where darkness enveloped the land and strange things roamed the physical world;

The Third Epoch saw the coexistence of various races with humans, while also being dominated by bizarre and fearsome anthropoid creatures born from whispers. Humans and other normal beings lived in isolated corners, mutually protecting one another.”

She fell silent, and Shard bowed slightly to express his gratitude for the free knowledge before leaving the room.

Outside, the maid was waiting for Shard and led him from the third floor to the staircase on the first floor. He rejoined a dejected little Franklin there, and the two left the club together.

Returning to the foggy, summer-night street from the bustling indoors, the oppressive mood lifted significantly.

Shard was still immersed in the series of events that had just transpired, recollecting the moment when the light burst from his fingertips and pondering the details of the transaction.

Thus, they didn’t engage in much conversation on their way, following the gas-lit street in the quiet night towards the apartment where Franklin’s family rented a place.

But as they were about to reach their destination, little Franklin stepped into the shadow of an antique store’s sign that the gas lights couldn’t reach and suddenly turned to run. Accustom to such a maneuver, Shard immediately gave chase. They didn’t even cover half a street before the detective’s boot tripped up little Franklin from behind:

“Who did your father hire this time? Have you trained for long-distance running? Are you going to participate in the Tobesk Youth Games? What happened to the previous detective?”

Breathing heavily, Franklin spat out his questions while trying to get rid of the detective holding his hands behind his back.

“Trying to run again? Didn’t you get caught by a detective last time too? Uncle Sparrow is dead, and I’ve taken over his work, but I’ve never trained for long-distance running.”

Shard felt the strength of this body. Not only a thaumaturge, but this body’s physical quality was also quite good. He wondered how detective Sparrow turned a vagrant into this within a few months.

As for pretending to be someone else’s nephew, it didn’t matter much, since Shard had inherited all the detective’s assets.

“Dead? The guy who pointed a gun at my head and told me to leave the gambling table is dead?”

Franklin was a bit surprised but filled with delight:

“Such an evil person, it’s good that he’s dead.”

But according to Shard’s findings in the detective’s client records, Sparrow Hamilton had taken Franklin away from the slum’s underground gambling den and club twice, solely using the power of his words. Detective Sparrow Hamilton had portrayed himself as a charismatic, persuasive person.

“Seems his records can’t be fully trusted. Did he have a gun that he threw away? Or did he hide it so well that I haven’t found it yet?”

“By the way, how about letting me go? I’ll give you more gold pounds when I win.”

Franklin tried to plead.

“I really feel sad for your father.”

“Oh, come on. You’re here for the money, aren’t you?”

The young gambler mocked, expecting a retort, but the detective merely nodded:

“Indeed, the gold pounds are also important. Otherwise, why would I be out catching you on a foggy night instead of staying home with my cat under a gas lamp?”

Although he had encountered some unexpected situations at the club, the process of submitting the commission and receiving the reward went smoothly. The Franklin couple didn’t make things difficult for their son, and Shard received half a pound for his work at the door, along with two pounds for the gambling debt repayment, then promptly left.

As he departed, he saw the little Franklin inside the house giving him vile hand gestures. Shard was not angry but rather felt pity for Mr. Franklin.

“Every era, every family has its own story. I should focus on myself first.”

He walked into the long night with his hands in his pockets, bidding farewell to his first official employer.

Late at night, with a tight wallet, the detective didn’t take a carriage but walked back home. He had to raise 10 pounds within a month. Although he could pawn some items, he needed to develop a habit of frugality.

Thus, by the time he arrived home, it was the latter half of the night. Stepping out from the foggy outdoors, he felt unusually lonely and desolate as he climbed the dim stairway.

Upon entering, Shard was worried that the ginger cat Mia might have relieved herself everywhere, but fortunately, it had obediently used the sand he prepared in the balcony corner before he left.

The cat itself, excited by the detective’s return, immediately dashed over and grabbed at his trouser leg, asking to be held. This act made Shard, who had walked alone for hours in the night, feel particularly moved and warmly comforted.

“Even if your owner doesn’t come to get you, I will adopt you.”


Holding the well-behaved cat, Shard said. Mia the ginger cat rubbed her soft little head against Shard’s chest, showing affection. In his bedroom, the detective then made a temporary nest for Mia on his desk using a blanket.

It was late at night, so he didn’t continue researching the Vampiric Ring. Despite sleeping very late that night, he still woke up at around six the next morning without feeling any fatigue.

The milk and newspaper he ordered yesterday were delivered, and Shard had his first breakfast in this house with the obedient ginger cat Mia while planning his day.

Today was Tuesday; he needed to see Doctor Schneider tomorrow, but he planned to visit him today due to the note he left yesterday.

Accomplishing two commissions in a single day gave Shard great confidence in taking over the detective agency’s business.

But today, he didn’t intend to handle the cases left behind by the previous detective. After returning from the doctor, he planned to search for the gun at home and continue reading the doctor’s notes and past client records, to study his own spirit rune.

Leaving Mia at home, Shard carried the Vampiric Ring relic and traversed the city under the thin mist.

Walking from the city center of Tobesk towards the doctor’s clinic in the eastern district took him several hours in the morning. However, unfamiliar steam age sceneries and European-style architecture made Shard curious and delighted.

Seeing the four-wheeled carriages parked outside and a gentleman in a black top hat getting off the carriage in front of the psychology clinic on Lönchen Avenue in the affluent area, Shard was worried whether the doctor would be in.

Luckily, the hours spent traveling weren’t in vain. The blue-eyed doctor had returned, though he appeared quite troubled when receiving Shard.

Shard remembered that Miss Louisa had said his luck was usually terrible, and this time he seemed to be facing a difficult matter:

“This is why I always hate dealing with nobles. If treatment is possible, they dismiss psychological problems; if treatment is not possible, they think it’s my competence at fault.

This case of binge eating disorder is very problematic. That lady probably hid secrets she didn’t want to speak of. People always distrust doctors. Shard, if you ever undertake an assignment from a noble, you will understand what I mean. Please sit down; I saw your note. But specifically, what’s the matter?”

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The Whispering Verses

The Whispering Verses

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry is thriving, you inherit a three-story apartment in the kingdom's capital square. Accompanied by someone else's cat and listening to the whispers in your ear, you witness this strange and mysterious era. The epic of the Sixth Age is about to begin. Behind the curtains, the chosen ones will step into legend. Old gods, relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient mysteries, the radiance of epochs... "Do you want to play a round of Lord Cards?" Time engraves the years, and the silver moon illuminates the shadows. I write legends for you, and you whisper verses for me.



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