Silver Blade and Rose

This kind of training that made him scratch his head lasted for a week, and before Zals made any substantial progress, the second field mission rushed towards him.

"This time the situation is quite special," Edwin explained to him incidentally while having breakfast in the room, "We were entrusted by someone else to solve the incident for him."

"We still undertake this kind of business?" Zals asked puzzled.

He remembered that No. 179 was not a formal organization cooperating with the government, how could it still work as a private detective?

"Normally, I don't accept it, but this time it's a special case." Edwin handed over an invitation letter, motioning him to open it and read it. "Without this entrusted identity, it would be difficult for us to enter the area that needs to be investigated."

He said it mysteriously, and Zars didn't really understand it, but he understood it immediately after opening the invitation letter—this is an invitation letter for a dinner party, and the venue is a private manor on the outskirts of the city.The manor is owned by the mayor's wife. She has always only invited famous ladies and aristocrats in York City, that is, people from the so-called "high society" to participate in the banquets in the manor. Newspapers and magazines in York City have reported on the extravagant dinners she held, which are often used as As a talking point for educating children.

The mayor of York City has a good performance and has his own capable subordinates. He is expected to be re-elected in the next election, but the mayor's wife, Winnie, may be the biggest stumbling block on his way to re-election.Her style is too extravagant and wasteful. A mayor's wife who is famous for spending money all day long and who often appears in various lace magazines is always easy to make ordinary people feel dissatisfied.

"So the one who entrusted us is...?"

Zals shook the invitation letter. Edwin didn't say what to investigate, and he couldn't figure out who commissioned them to investigate, and what they were going to do at the mayor's wife's dinner party.In a sense, it is like the riddles that third-rate detectives often play in the detective, which makes people curious and impatient.

"The mayor commissioned us to investigate his wife. He suspected that she was bewitched by evil spirits and built an altar in the manor to worship." Edwin dragged a suitcase from the closet and said while entering the password, "Of course, according to my knowledge Knowing that there is no evil god descending on York City, she probably just encountered some alien creature that escaped from the 'gate'."

After entering the six-digit password, he opened the box with a "snap", and there were several sets of dresses packed in dust bags in different colors and styles, but they all looked expensive.

Zals was still wondering if he wanted to ask him to help him choose a set, but Edwin had already straightened up and looked at him, saying in a flat tone, "Choose one you like."

Zars was stunned for a moment, hesitantly glanced at the dresses in the box, and then asked, "Me?"

"You can't go to Mrs. Winnie's dinner party in a jacket and jeans."

He was too slow to react, so Edwin patiently explained.

It was only then that Zals realized what he meant slowly. He stepped forward to look at the several dresses in the box, and chose the plainest and most inconspicuous black one. After picking it up, he still felt a little Feeling sorry, he said to Edwin: "I'll send it to you for dry cleaning later, can I return it to you?"

He really didn't have a gown, which was out of the daily scope of ordinary citizens, and he didn't even think of it unless Edwin mentioned it. It can be said that this gown helped him a lot.

Edwin didn't say yes or no, he just said: "Try it first, it's rude if the dress doesn't fit."

To be soft on other people's hands, not to mention that this is a reasonable request, Zars took the dress back to the room and tried it on, and unexpectedly found that it fit very well.

Although the suit he chose was low-key black, after taking it out of the dust bag, he realized that the dress coat and shirt actually had many details, which were much more delicate than Zarles had imagined.The shirt has a pointed collar and wide cuffs, with matching collar ornaments and cuff buttons. The size and length are just right, and it fits well and fits snugly.Zales tucked the hem of his shirt into his trousers and put on his coat, feeling uncomfortable all over.

Edwin had already changed into the clothes he was going to wear when he went out, and was waiting for him at the door. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Zals who came out, and praised in a rare way: "Not bad."

"Really?" Zales looked down at himself suspiciously, "I only wear suits at graduation ceremonies, and I have never tried such a complicated style..."

"The neck tie is wrong," Edwin interrupted him suddenly, walked two steps forward to him, reached out and took off the decoration he fastened on the bow tie, "it shouldn't be here."

Being too close, Zales could smell the light men's perfume on his body, and wanted to back away a little uncomfortably, but Edwin held his shoulders and stood still stiffly.He re-buttoned the collar tie on Zales' collar, gently smoothed out the folds on his chest that had not been pulled properly, then took half a step back, and returned to the original safe distance.

"Okay," he said, "get ready, put on your dress, and we'll set off in the afternoon."

He turned and went back to his room, and Zals' inexplicably faster heartbeat slowly subsided.

...Oops, he should bring a few reference books, he should hurry to choose.

Zals stood still for a while before he remembered what he was supposed to do, and then looked up, Edwin's door was closed.

He went back to his room and changed his dress, and put on his own clothes again—the jacket and jeans that Edwin had just disliked.He tried to hang the gown as it was on a hanger, rewrapped it in a dust bag, and packed it in his suitcase.

Edwin said that they were going to go for at least three days this time. Although there was everything in the manor, it was better to bring some change of clothes and daily necessities.Zals didn't bring a suitcase when he came, because he had a lot of clothes and things to bring, so he borrowed this suitcase from Muen temporarily.

After all, he couldn't put the expensive dress borrowed from Edwin in his carry-on backpack, which was really inappropriate.

Having said that, he and Edwin's figure are actually not the same, why does the dress borrowed from the other party fit so well?

Edwin was at least 7 or 8 centimeters taller than him, and looked thinner than him, but the dress was just right in size and length, as if it was tailor-made.Moreover, although the dress didn't have tags or tags, it looked very new, not at all like someone's old clothes. It was so unbelievably suitable that it made people suspect that Edwin had used his medical examination report to customize the dress.

...But there are several sets in that suitcase, they can't all be tailor-made for him, that would be too wasteful.

Zals immediately dismissed his ridiculous thoughts, shook his head, squatted down and continued to pack his luggage.

It took him more than ten minutes to pack the things he was going to bring, put the packed dress in the back of the box, then went downstairs to have lunch, and explained to Munn and Hannah that he was going out in the afternoon.

"I've heard about this commission." Mun said while drinking juice after dinner, "I didn't go through the association, I came directly to the door—Mr. Mayor has some tricks, but I still haven't figured out what kind of job we are. model."

Seeing that Zals was full of question marks, he said again: "If you don't go through the association commission, we will charge a high commission fee to maintain daily expenses. You and the boss will go out this trip, and we will have at least three months without worrying about food and drink. gone."

It suddenly became the mainstay of the family's finances, and Zars hadn't realized it all at once: "Then when we don't accept such commissions, where will we pay for the expenses?"

He has signed a labor contract, and his salary is paid to the card on time every month, and he usually does not need to spend money on purchasing for Muen.If it was like what he said, where did the money usually come from?

"The association pays us some commissions every month, and the York City Government will also reimburse us for the expenses we need to investigate cases. These are generally enough. In addition, we occasionally accept commissions to earn some extra money, such as this time As long as the case is solved, you can get a lot of money.”

It really depends on Edwin to support the family.

After listening to his explanation, Zals suddenly felt that the boss's yelling was indeed unjust.Before that, he thought it was Muen and Hannah who worked hard every day to support everyone in No. 179.

"But when you go to the mayor's wife's manor, you should wear a formal dress, right?" Muen suddenly remembered something, jumped off the chair and prepared to go upstairs, "The boss asked for your medical examination data before, and said that he would find someone to make a formal dress for you. I don’t know if it’s done well, I’ll ask him—”

Zars was stunned, and quickly reached out to hold Muen before he ran up the stairs.

"...It's already given to me." He explained to Muen.

In fact, he himself thought it was amazing. The several suits in the suitcase were really custom-made by Edwin for him?

But why do you have to make several sets and not give them all, but let him choose one for himself, and then put the others away?

If it's just for this time, that dress is more than enough.

This problem has been bothering him until the afternoon. Munn and Hannah would never question Edwin's behavior. He was the only one who struggled until he set off. He looked at Edwin in the rearview mirror for a long time, and finally couldn't help it. Open your mouth and ask, "The dress...is it custom-made to my measurements?"

Edwin was asleep with his eyes closed, but when he heard this, he opened his eyes to look at him and nodded.

Zals set the navigation destination to the manor where the dinner party is about to be held. Seeing that he did not deny it, he wondered, "But why do you want to make a dress for me?"

Moreover, several sets were made at once, and he was neither asked to spend money, nor told him about it, nor even refused his promise to return it afterwards—the dress was custom-made according to his body size, and it would be useless for Edwin to take it back. Why?

"There will always be needs," Edwin closed his eyes again, and said calmly, "You don't have formal clothes that meet the etiquette, and you can't go to the tailor shop to buy them on occasion like this."

Zals wanted to ask "Why not", but felt that he was talking nonsense. A person like him who even wore gold thread embroidery on his nightgown probably couldn't understand that someone would go to a department store to buy a set of clothes worth less than a thousand yuan. Suits are for so-called "formal occasions".

Yes, that's the suit he left at home, and it's actually kind of like that for graduation.Of course it wasn't as good as a custom-made gown, but it was okay, at least no one in his previous social circle would think it was a problem, and no one would wear an expensive custom-made gown to a graduation ceremony.

From this point of view, to some extent, he has stepped onto a brand new life ladder.

Edwin prepared these for him without saying anything. To be honest, Zales was a little at a loss, but it was difficult to refuse this obvious and unrequited kindness.He knew that Edwin didn't care about this, but he hadn't seriously expressed his gratitude for the gift from the other party, which was really inappropriate.

He stopped the car at a red light at an intersection, looked at Edwin, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, in the rearview mirror, and whispered, "Thank you, Edwin."

This time, the other party responded to his thanks: "You're welcome. You don't have to return the dress."

Zars was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help laughing.