"What do you want me to do? Now I am just an investigator in the Investigation Bureau. I have no power and no decent resources, and... I cherish my life."

Sitting opposite Nancy, it is the real discussion now.

The street light casts light behind Donald, and his face is still covered with some shadows.

"I'm not asking you to help me kill people, nor do I let you become my informant in the strange meter. To be honest, your strength and status cannot meet my requirements."

Now that the two sides have reached an agreement in some respect, Nancy says what she wants to get from Donald,

"Your talent is very important. Goniz teaches you how many gold coins are there for you? You underestimate him too much. I need you to do me a favor with your control talent. This is a sealing array, you can take a look."

A scroll with dark gold conical heads at both ends was placed on the table and pushed towards Donald.

A gust of wind suddenly blew from the sea water beside me, and the waves suddenly sounded.

Donald didn't rush to take it, looked at the scroll, holding his chin with one hand, thinking.

"Donald, there is no free lunch in the world. If you want to get it, you have to pay, and that's it."

A breeze kept coming everywhere, bringing all kinds of information into Nancy's ears, without any danger, so she looked at Donald and calmed down.

"I'm thinking... People, if you want to be rich, you have to take big risks!"

He pursed his lips, reached out to grab the scroll and expanded it directly.

Oakwitz's spiritual sealing technique!

This is the name of the seal array listed on the top level of the scroll. The prefixed Oakwitz should be someone's name, such as the Bigby's Assault Palm and Bigby's Vajra Fist he masters.

People often name the spells they created after their own name.

There is a large paragraph of text below the name, which contains the casting steps of sealing and the introduction of the formation of the magic array.

"You have to learn this magic array within two days. It is not difficult to learn it by itself. The difficulty is how to perfectly exert and use this magic array. Your control talent is actually the most in line with this type of sealing technique. If you specialize in sealing technique, you may become a promising sealing master, but I don't think you will make this choice. The sealing master's single combat power is too weak, and a powerful sealing array cannot be completed by one person. If you don't have a wizard group, it's meaningless."

Nancy did not deceive Donald. The latter's talent is indeed the most suitable for the type of sealing technique. The stable and delicate mental output can save a lot of effort.

"What after learning this spell?"

The eyes swept over this sealing technique, and the effect tends to be mental sealing. After completion, the subject's mind can be directly fall asleep.

Donald's understanding is to turn a person into a vegetable, and the five senses are completely lost, which is no different from death.

"In two days, contact this number and remember, two days, if you haven't learned it within two days, our cooperation will be suspended and you will be punished."

"Only doing things, there is no benefit... Your attitude is wrong. You can't say that this sealing technique is the benefit you gave me, right?"

Nancy said Donald was greedy, so he didn't recommend greed this time.

"Don't worry, I'm a generous person. It's useless for me to keep those things. It's okay to give you something first, but you still need to pay attention to one thing for me."

She was prepared for Donald's request.

When Donald returned to Tallinn, in addition to the sealing spell, there was another spell scroll with a small blue rope tied to the outside.

This is the deposit for the first time in cooperation, and it can also be considered a letter of nomination.

There was a photo of the size of a palm in the pocket of the coat. This was the second thing Nancy asked him to do. If it could be done, there would be a reward.

Without any contractual constraints, just taking up a legacy of Goniz, Donald couldn't get rid of Nancy.

“How is the situation?”

Before Donald could get off the bridge, Stephanie took the initiative to meet and ask.

"The result is quite smooth. Let's go, let's go back."

He didn't tell Stephanie about the transaction, the fewer people know about it, the better.

It was still Stefanie driving, and the three of them left the edge of the Tallinn area.

At this moment, on the other side of the bridge, after Donald left, Nancy sat by the river for a while before getting up.

"I know what you want to do, I'm helping you now, aren't you?"

He supported the table with one hand and murmured with his head down.

After a long silence, his left hand reached to the ponytail behind his head.

"When I reach the limit, my body still needs to be controlled by you. As long as the plan goes well, I can come out for a longer time, and it will be convenient to do things at that time."

The rope ring tied with hair was removed, the hair strands covered the forehead again, and the light in the eyes fell into dimness.

His posture did not change at all. At this time, Nancy seemed to be half shorter than before, and her aura dissipated invisibly.

"Nancy, thank you for helping me."

"No thanks, Natasha."

Two sentences and two voices come from the mouth of the same person.

He took a step back and staggered into the darkness.

Donald, who returned to the villa, said good night to Stephanie and went back to the room.

"Finger, ignite."

In this weather, the night temperature is only around 10 degrees, and the fireplace in the bedroom is in use.

A ball of flame ignited the pile of firewood in the fireplace, and Finger in the form of fire element entered the bed, and waited for Donald to wash out, both the room and the bed became warm.

He lifted the quilt and sat in, leaned against the wooden board at the head of the bed, and browsed the Okvitz mental sealing technique again.

I am in a bad state today. The previous words with Nancy made it difficult for Donald to calm down and it is not suitable for practicing magic.

Remove the cyan rope and spread out another scroll.

"Storm Shield, Level 3 Defensive Wind-System Spell... Learn the Pre-Speech Spell of Level 4 Spell Storm Guardian? It seems that there is indeed a legacy of Goniz in her hand, the legacy of the dominant wind element wizard. Tsk, as a wizard, isn't it nonsense to say that she is not jealous..."

Donald is currently missing appropriate defensive spells, and this Storm Shield helps him completely solve this problem.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or Nancy prepared it specially after hearing the conversation between him and Goniz a long time ago.

In any case, this spell scroll and the previous sealing scroll prove that Nancy should have stock in her hands, and Goniz is her grandfather again.

The legacy is not so incredible reality in her hands.

Meow ~

Finger, whose hair turned orange and was filled with heat, came out from under the scroll, curled up in Donald's arms, and took the initiative to act as a water warmer bag.

Put the spell scroll of Storm Shield on the head of the bed and take out the photo from the pocket of the coat.

The photography technology of this era is still limited to black and white photos, but the clarity is much higher than the cameras used in Puston before.

The content in the photo is a person's eyes, and at first glance there is nothing special.

"By the way, she seems to say she needs to use a magnifying glass."

I lifted the quilt, but fortunately my clothes were not completely taken off, so I trotted to the study to get a magnifying glass.

"What's this......"

Retracted into the quilt, turned sideways and placed the photo under the desk lamp at the head of the bed. With the magnifying glass, Donald noticed that there were some black spots at the bottom left of the eye where the whites were supposed to be.

According to Nancy, if Donald encounters someone with this phenomenon in the photo, he must notify her as soon as possible.

She didn't say why, nor did she say the identity of such a person.

"It's really troublesome."

After looking at the clock on the wall, it was already pointing at 11 o'clock. Donald put the photo back into his coat pocket and turned off the desk lamp.

Only the fire in the fireplace facing the end of the bed was still burning.

**

The first snow in 1918 came more suddenly than before.

When the snow fell in the early morning and the people were still immersed in the warm mattress, snowflakes floated down from the sky.

It was not a heavy snow at first, it was just to announce the arrival of winter in Demingham.

Later, it may be because of the gloomy weather in recent days that the snow has inexplicably grown in the early morning, and it has become the same as in previous years when there were heavy snow.

In the yard of an ordinary villa in Tallinn District, servants were cleaning up the snowflakes blown in by the wind in the corridor of the villa. First, they used wet mops soaked in hot water to melt all the ice from the low temperature in the early morning, and then used dry mops to drag the water stains away. Finally, they carried some small metal urns filled with charcoal ash to make the watermarks on the ground dry up quickly.

In the bedroom on the second floor, the man just got up, but now it's only 7 o'clock in the morning. Even the servants outside only woke up more than an hour earlier than him. The companies or shops that entered the winter time had not yet reached 8 o'clock working hours.

There is a little flame in the fireplace, and the temperature provided is no longer enough to warm the whole room. The temperature outside the quilt is actually a bit low.

But he was still standing outside the quilt, his legs and heels were close together, his toes were spreading at 60 degrees, and his body was always firm, and his style of a soldier was fully revealed.

After he finished dressing, he turned around and looked at his wife on the bed.

"get up."

There was no good morning kiss or a doting smile, his voice was very cold, even colder than the ice and snow outside.

Is it because my wife is too ugly?

No, lying under the quilt is a woman who is worthy of being spoiled by men for the rest of her life.

She leaned against the pillow, looked at the snow outside the window, and a smile hanged on the corner of her mouth.
To be continued...