After Qianqiu said this, he led Shimamura to the window.

Then, she pointed at a group of black birds parked in the yard and said so.

Qianqiu: "Did you see those little sparrows?"

Shimamura: "...Although I'm not sure what it is, I can at least be sure that it's definitely not a sparrow."

Qianqiu: "I know."

Shimamura: "Then why do you call them little sparrows?"

Qianqiu: "Because, after I discovered that they started to stay here, I fed them every day. Gradually everyone noticed them. At first I called them crows, but then several sisters said they were ravens.

"

Qianqiu: "After I changed my story, another group of people said that I called them wrong. They said they were not ravens, but crows."

Qianqiu: "Then I thought about it. Just call them whatever they want. No matter if you call them raven or crow, some people will be unhappy, so I'll just call them sparrows."

Qianqiu: "It's great, right? I don't know what they think, but I'm quite happy anyway."

Shimamura: "I understand."

Shimamura: "This is the saying that if a bowl of water is not level, it will be poured over."

Qianqiu: "Maybe."

Chiaki: "Mr. Shimamura, in your opinion, is this a crow or a raven?"

Shimamura: "Uh... me?"

Shimamura: "...It's a little hard to judge, but it's closer to a raven."

Shimamura: "The difference is that the raven is larger, has fluffier feathers, and has a thicker beak."

Qianqiu: "That's it."

Qianqiu: "Sorry, hearing you say that, I think they are more like crows."

Qianqiu: "Maybe it's better to call her Little Sparrow."

Shimamura nodded.

Looking at these sparrows, the weird investigator missed the pet beholders Yusuke Yida helped him tame more and more - after all, they were all the same color and equally cute in his eyes.

Since he cannot summon spells himself and does not have a powerful auxiliary summoning device, although he has made a contract with the beholder he has just become familiar with, he cannot summon him in another world.

This is really a mistake.

Otherwise, he could ask the beholder to help him figure out how to write this poem now.

Qianqiu: "You have been thinking about it for a long time, Mr. great writer?"

Qianqiu: “It’s time to have a clue.”

Shimamura: "It's a little bit good. But maybe it's not at the level of a masterpiece. Just laugh after hearing it."

Qianqiu: "Oh? It's very exciting. Tell me now?"

Shimamura: "Listen carefully - the sparrows are all over the branches. There is a gunshot. There are flying lights."

Qianqiu: "It's not bad...but why did you really turn into a sparrow?"

Shimamura: "Because you call them that?"

Qianqiu smiled, took the wine cup and left the window.

Her white neck and collarbone exposed outside the yukata looked so perfect and charming at this moment that he could not control his heartbeat.

...Maybe it has something to do with the fact that such a bad poem was praised just now.

Her compliments were not genuine.

But it came from sincerity. For this reason, he calmed down and suggested that it was time to continue talking about business.

Qianqiu said this with a smile.

"The information fee is very expensive, isn't it?"

"It's okay, this money should be enough, right?" Shimamura took out a money bag and pushed it in front of Qianqiu.

Qianqiu: "Well~ I happen to have a regular customer who belongs to them. I can talk a little bit about it under the pillow, and I can also ask the sisters... But they seem to be a group of dangerous people, and it's not enough to have only this little money.

That’s enough.”

Shimamura: "Let's make a price. For example, double it?"

Chiaki: "Oh, Mr. Shimamura. As for money, of course the more the merrier, but what I want to confirm now is your sincerity..."

Shimamura: "Hehehe... That's right. How do you confirm it?"

"What do you think?" Qianqiu smiled and gently came to Dao Cun's side, stretched out her white and tender fingers, and slowly slid down his neck: "You already know my true appearance, but I didn't tell you

You can see everything in full view... Don't you think this is unfair? If you don't tell us honestly, I can't trust you."

For a moment, Shimamura wondered if if he sang his favorite song to her at this time, Qianqiu would be able to give up this idea immediately.

...but he didn't do it after all.

It's not because if the other party hates him, then who will collect information for him.

His mind was not fast enough to think of this immediately.

Before Shimamura had time to think carefully, he had already acted subconsciously.

This may indicate that he at least has a dual-core CPU. Even if one of them temporarily shuts down due to impulse, the other one can take over the body's activities and quickly enhance the local blood supply function.

At this time, the other side.

Cole City.

Yulia was secretly crouching on the roof, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two people.

If you want to ask her why she is here, it would be a long story.

In the past two days, the white-haired female knight who secretly hid Makiko Kodera has been uneasy because of the fortune teller's remarks.

She didn't want to believe that she would really end up with such a miserable fate in the future, but the prediction made by the other party that day was absolutely correct, and she had to take it seriously.

However, Yulia did not see the woman again.

She went to the alley at least three times every day, but she never saw the stall filled with the scent of incense.

Kodera Makiko and her maid noticed something strange about Yulia, and asked her if something had happened that made her so uneasy.

In this regard, Yulia just blurted out vaguely and did not tell the truth.

In fact, she knew very well from the beginning that she could no longer dwell on that terrible prophecy. If she remained trapped by it, then it might actually come true.

This is just like the self-fulfillment of prophecy - everything you do to escape the predicted outcome may be causing the future to develop in this direction.

She decided to cheer up and investigate the truth behind Makiko Kodera's wanted status.

And in the current lack of intelligence, there is nothing an ordinary Temple Knight can do.

So today, she was going to go to the Pope's Hall to find her trusted old leader and try to communicate with him to see if he could help.

She believes it will.

Because the old leader had a strong sense of justice and was not afraid of the authority of the Dharma King. He has always been Yulia's role model and the senior person that everyone looks up to.

If the old wounds left by vampires in the past hadn't become more serious in his later years, for a vigorous old man like him, there would be no problem in working until he was eighty years old.

When you go to visit your seniors and ask for something, you must not go empty-handed.

Therefore, Yulia bought the old leader's favorite high-grade imported ham from the Twin Towers Kingdom and the shark's secret Whirlpool brand seaweed wine, and prepared to go to the neighborhood where the old leader lived.
Chapter completed!