Lord of the Silver Crow

As soon as he left the jewelry store, Yago was stopped when he passed by a cloakroom shop——

Ro, Mr. Rosen!

Yago turned his gaze and saw a girl who looked a little embarrassed.

Miss Maggie, I'm sorry, but I have to correct you. I'm Rosen, not Rosen.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Yago showed the kind and humorous conversation of the middle-aged gentleman on the outside, and raised his hat slightly:

Perhaps a light blue muslin hat suits you better, dear lady.

Maggie, who was being teased because of being nervous and stuttering, also seemed a little happy after Yago said lovely lady. After walking in front of Yago, she glanced in the direction of the jewelry store with a little doubt:

Mr. Rosen, did you go to Mr. Cecil's jewelry store just now?

The shy and restrained girl on the train, after leaving her sister, although she is not fluent in speaking, she is not so restrained.

Yes.

Yago pushed back the hat he had raised in greeting:

Although I wanted to ask him about some historical objects, Mr. Cecil seemed to think that I was interested in his jewelry and kept introducing me to jewelry.

Yago, who imitated Nafar's temperament, showed a trace of helplessness on the face of the middle-aged man:

Although I am also interested in jewelry with history, the stories behind it are not very interesting, and there are very few.

What kind of historical objects are you looking for?

Maggie blinked, revealing the curiosity and vigor of a young girl.

It seems to be pressure from an overly good sister?

Thinking of Mrs. Cecil's talkative, mature and interesting conversation skills and demeanor, Yago probably understood why the girl who gave him the first impression of lively had such a big contrast between before and after.

Of course there are many stories.

Yago thought for a moment, then smiled.

There are many stories!

Maggie's eyes lit up:

Have you come into contact with historical objects with many stories?

The girl who almost wrote I'm curious on her face, that face full of anticipation, has almost turned into a customer.

Those who didn't know thought he was the one who took the initiative to talk to him, and used the storytelling to fool the curious girl.

Of course there is.

From all kinds of folklore, legends, and myths, Yago can make up a few stories at will.

It's like the story of the headless horseman based on the legend of uncanny valley and sleeping valley.

However, lovely lady, now I want to find historical objects with stories.

Smiling, Yago reversed the position of host and guest.

Hearing this, Maggie's cheeks blushed slightly:

Sorry, Mr. Rosen, I will help you pay attention!

As she spoke, she pressed the light green soft hat on her head, greeted Rosen and asked him to wait, and then turned back to the cloakroom.

But three minutes later, the girl still hadn't walked out of the cloakroom.

Yago couldn't help but walked into the cloakroom.

After entering the cloakroom, he saw the girl arguing with a female clerk:

I just wore it not long ago, can't I change it to another color?

Sorry, miss, once the product is taken out of the store, it will not be returned.

The female shop assistant responded to Maggie's request skillfully and slightly perfunctorily.

It's okay to leave the store without returning the goods. The seller's market is arrogant.

And at this time, facing the entrance, the female clerk also saw Yago.

She hurried over and smiled with a beautiful professional smile:

Sir, what do you need?

But when Yago and Maggie left the cloakroom, the light green gauze hat on Maggie's head had been changed to light blue

And in her hand, she held the light green hat.

Yago directly bought a new gauze hat and gave it to her as a gift.

At this time, the two were walking towards a coffee shop not far away.

Mr. Rosen, you shouldn't have done this, she should give me another one. Although she was complaining to the clerk, she had a happy smile on her face.

And that slightly brisk pace also explained her mood.

However, compared to her, Yago's mood did not fluctuate much.

This girl is indeed a pleasant person to talk to and chat with.

But under the mysterious influence, his emotions have become a little weak.

Compared with the reason for inviting the other party to the coffee shop because of his mood, his current reason is not so simple.

After entering the coffee shop with the brisk Maggie, his upward angle of view shifted to a man sitting alone in the corner of the coffee shop.

Not long after sitting down, a waiter came over, and the brightly colored vest that was the same as Donglu's was very eye-catching and attracted Maggie's attention:

What do you need?

The waiter glanced at Yago who was smiling but didn't speak, then turned his eyes to Maggie carefully, and handed the menu to her.

I want--

The girly and lively Maggie started ordering.

And Yago's gaze focused on the man sitting alone in that corner.

The man looked inconspicuous, and his figure was not considered tall, but in Yago's vision, his body was entangled with one after another, complicated and dense lines of probability.

It looked like an animal that had fallen into a spider's web, covered in silk threads.

And the line of probability on the opponent's body does not seem to be distorted.

Not a Extraordinary, or a Sequence Nine Extraordinary.

The degree of bending of the probability line can only roughly judge how much mystery the other party possesses, and the influencing factors including mysterious objects cannot be used as the basis for judgment.

It might even be that the other party is just an ordinary person with a mysterious object.

However, what is going on with this dense line of probability?

Something to do with Chetaros?

However, just as he was muttering in his heart, Maggie's voice called him back:

Mr. Rosen, what would you like to order?

Turning his gaze to the seemingly humble waiter, he casually ordered a foie gras steak and black tea.

He is already a dead person, and he no longer needs to eat.

In this fantasy world where scholars and experts of various conservation theories can be beaten up, Yago has nothing against the fact that dead people don't need to eat.

And just when that Miss Maggie couldn't wait to ask about all kinds of things and interesting stories Yago had seen, a man walked into the coffee shop

Go straight to the person sitting alone in the corner.

Maybe I should call you Miss Curious.

While teasing Maggie humorously, Yago silently pricked up his ears, and the upward angle of view captured as many of them as possible.

No, no, he didn't really prick up his ears.

After becoming the Headless Horseman, as long as he thinks about it, his half-solid, half-fog body will really change accordingly.

Although not too big.