Demon Sage

"Grant, is your work going well recently? Grant?"

At the dining table, Infinita glanced at Donald, who was in a daze with bread in his mouth.

"Ah? It's okay... it went well."

Awakened from a state of thinking, Donald realized that there was another person sitting beside him.

What he encountered during meditation last night was too shocking for him, and his spiritual world was eroded by demons. This situation was too dangerous, and he had no choice but to pay attention to it.

Fortunately, judging from the speed of aggression in the black territory, he still has a certain buffer time, so that he won't find out that the devil exists in the spiritual world last night, and it will be completely transformed tonight.

"Grant, you don't have to hide some things from me. There should be trust between us. That's good for you."

The change of Donald Grant prompted Infinita to make the same change. He is no longer an ordinary person, the boundaries have been broken, and some topics are no longer taboo.

"Of course, I trust you. The work is really going well, but I didn't sleep well last night, so I was a little out of shape. It's almost time, and I have to go to the office."

trust you? I don't even know what your identity is, how can I trust you...

After waiting for the others to leave, Infinita returned to the living room. There was a slight rustling sound on the gramophone, which was a signal to request communication, open the mechanism.

"Surveillance methods will not be restored during this time, and only when we disarm, certain organizations or individuals will start to try to use Donald Grant... We waste too much time and energy on him without seeing In return for enough compensation, the city of Preston is not a public parish. The Justice Church has sent people to negotiate many times. The final announcement has been issued. After three months, we must withdraw from Preston, otherwise, apart from the heretics, we will have to meet again. The expulsion from the Inquisitor... instead of turning him into a power-hungry, useless piece of junk in our hands, throw it out and let others fight it, with Donald Grant Bait, let the rats in the shadows help us find out the secret, at least there is a result before we leave!"

Along with the rustling, a new announcement was issued. The attempts in the past six months have achieved considerable results. At the same time, it has also proved that they have too little information. This place belongs to the Justice Church, and Donald Grant is forcibly kept, but it is a waste of time. On the contrary, letting him play freely can get good results.

This time it is no longer an attempt, they have to follow through.

"Donald Grant is innocent. According to the teachings, we... I apply for a review to confirm his status."

The new order made Infinita frown. After observing for a long time, she knew that the target person probably didn't know anything about the past, and there was no reason for him to assume everything for the previous generation.

"Regular review is imperative, innocent? How did you get such a naive opinion, his parents are both demons, as you reported two days ago, his talent has begun to show, you should be well aware that some Talent is hereditary, past experience has proven that evil must be stifled in the cradle, and Donald Grant's end is already doomed, so keep that in mind."

Click, the communication is over!

**

"Several gentlemen, what are you going to do?"

Under the dim clouds, Donald came to the Swift office. Three people wearing blue-gray shoulder-back suspender jumpsuits and plaid shirts were at the door of the office.

This kind of dress does not look like a person living in the city, but more like a farmer in the farm area outside the city.

"Are you from the office? We..."

"Hey, Golem, pay attention to your words, the boss explained it."

The meaning of the conversation between the two should be that there is an entrustment, not a door-to-door debt collector, so that you don't have to hide your identity.

"I'm Sherlock Swift's assistant, Donald Grant. It's 7:50. The office will open immediately. Can I listen to a few people's demands? It will be much easier to negotiate a commission later. ."

Donald doesn't have the key to Swift's office in his hand. He has to wait for Sherlock to open the door. If the latter usually gets up early, he will put a pot of flowers on the window sill on the right, indicating that Donald can directly push the door and enter. Weather, he is still in bed.

Looking at the messy hair and tired expressions of these gentlemen, they should have been waiting outside for a while. Donald simply led them to sit on a bench on the side of the street, while he stood beside him.

"Our boss, Zil Bartley, let us into town because he wanted to hire a private detective to investigate some recent oddities on the farm..."

The three were indeed farm workers. Donald's guess was correct. They came to the city this morning and rode in the farm donkey cart. They had been bumping all the way for more than two hours. No wonder they were so tired.

As for the incident they want to entrust to investigate, it is the recent disappearance of some lambs and calves on the farm. Originally, this kind of incident can be reported to the police. After all, it is enough to cause heavy property damage. They did so, but because of the Due to the region, this type of missing cattle and sheep must be handled by the police station in the local village outside the city.

Like this kind of rural police station, there are actually no more than 30 police officers in it, but the area they have to administer is not small. It is impossible to make a big move for a few missing cattle and sheep. Who owns the farm? Have you ever lost a cow or sheep while grazing?

It is common to be carried away by wolves or leopards in the mountains.

At first everyone thought it was just an ordinary disappearance, until someone was attacked near the farm two nights ago.

"Are there any human dead?"

Donald interrupted Godot's narrative. If there is a dead person, the nature of the case will change.

"No, it's just an injury. Someone on the farm ran into a monster while watching the night... He said it was a monster, in fact, we haven't seen it, but he was injured, and there were two more holes in his arm, boss. I hate that the police in the town are too slow, and if things drag on, it will ruin the reputation of our farm, so I hired a private detective, I hope you can speed things up."

There were no dead, only the wounded. As for the monster's statement, Donald was interested, but it was useless if he was interested. She had to ask Sherlock, who was standing outside the threshold, to agree.

"Lyffindor Farm... Are you sure?"

Entering the door and briefly explaining the situation, UU reading www.uukanshu.com just said the name of the farm, and Sherlock next to him was surprised.

"Is there a problem with the name of the farm... Is it Ryffindor?"

He asked such a question, but it made Donald a little unconfident. He turned his head and asked again.

"Yes, Ryffindor, that's the name."

"That Ryffindor?"

"Yes! It's that Ryffindor!"

The question and answer between the farm worker and Sherlock left Donald very at a loss. What happened to Ryffindor?

That Ranffindor, which one?

"Don't you know? The roof shredding case that you told you before, you can understand it by reading it yourself. The three of you, talk to me. I'm a detective."

If you remember correctly, the place where the shredded corpse case took place was also a farm. Donald took this one out of the sorted files and pulled out one of the newspapers.

Sure enough, the name of the farm was mentioned in the first paragraph: Ranfindor Farm.

No wonder Sherlock was so surprised. He often saw that one of the parties in the case came to the door to entrust the case. This kind of coincidence really made people feel absurd.

However, this also means that he should agree this time.

As for his boss, Donald now also understands part of his temperament. Sherlock has a great interest in supernatural phenomena. This is not limited to reading books or cases of this type, but wants to actually participate in it.

He doesn't know the specific reason, but at least one thing should be certain. If there is no other choice, this time the farm should be a must.

"Donald, we're going to Ranffindor Farm!"

Sherlock couldn't wait to see the place where the supernatural case took place.