Turning his body to avoid a drunkard charging straight at him, Emlyn frowned, flicked at his clothes, and continued pushing his way toward the bar counter.
Throughout this process, he seemingly did nothing, yet he always managed to keep the surrounding patrons from touching him. His speed, agility, and the balance and coordination of his body had all reached a terrifying level.
Finally, Emlyn arrived at the bar. He rapped his knuckles on the wooden counter: "Where is Iain?"
The bartender glanced at him, didn't say a word, and continued wiping a glass.
"..." Emlyn was stunned. He felt that he must have done something wrong, which was why he didn't get the answer he expected. This made him a little embarrassed and angry. He wanted to reach out and drag the bartender over.
However, he considered this beneath a gentleman's dignity. Suppressing his emotions with difficulty, he looked around and saw that everyone was drinking.
After thinking it over, Emlyn tentatively said: "A glass of Olmir red wine."
The bartender stopped wiping the glass and lifted his head, looking strangely at the handsome black-haired, red-eyed man before him. "We don't have it."
This was the world's top red wine, incredibly expensive!
Emlyn wasn't stupid. He realized from the other party's expression that he had ordered the wrong thing. He carefully recalled for a moment and said: "A mug of Southwell beer."
"Five pence." The bartender finally put down the glass and the rag.
Emlyn directly took out a one-soule banknote and said: "Keep the change."
"Thanks." The bartender pointed to the left. "Iain is in Card Room Number 1."
Emlyn immediately broke into a smile, happy and proud of having solved a practical problem. He didn't take the beer. Instead, he turned and walked straight to Card Room Number 1.
Knock, knock, knock! He politely knocked on the door.
"Come in." A slightly youthful voice answered.
Emlyn straightened his collar and pushed the door open, only to find the scene inside was different from what he had expected.
He had assumed that a card room would have a bunch of people gathered around a long table playing Texas Hold'em, but to his surprise, there were seven or eight people with not a single playing card in sight. A blank sheet of paper lay before each participant, scribbled with unknown notes. Besides the paper, on the table were only pens and multi-sided dice.
Emlyn instinctively looked at the youngest person present, a handsome big boy with the same bright red eyes, looking only fifteen or sixteen. "Iain?" Emlyn asked to confirm.
Iain smiled and nodded: "Yes, sir. What's the matter? Or do you want to join our game?"
"Game?" Emlyn echoed instinctively.
Iain chuckled: "Yes, a game. I don't like playing cards, and I'm not fond of billiards. But I have to stay here every day, so I need to find something to do. I got the idea from a biography of Emperor Roselle. It's to organize a few people to sit down and try a paper adventure. "In this game, as long as you follow the rules, you can be anyone. A doctor, an adventurer who loves vegetables, a private detective who always carries a wrench and a pipe, or an archaeologist who likes to have sudden whims. Then you all head to some old castle, looking for a story hidden in history, fighting all kinds of monsters."
"Sounds rather interesting." Emlyn inexplicably felt that this kind of game suited him.
"Haha, want to join? This time, we've gotten caught up in a conspiracy and will have to face a powerful ancient vampire. He appears to have a handsome face, but beneath his skin are all blisters burned by his boiling blood." Iain enthusiastically invited.
*I'm a vampire, thank you very much!* Emlyn's face twitched almost imperceptibly. He said directly: "I have something I'd like to entrust to you."
"Alright... let's go to the next room." Iain stood up, taking his bowler hat and worn-out satchel.
The next room was a billiards room, it was empty. The big boy, with skillful and practiced movements, closed the door, surveyed the room, and then looked at Emlyn: "Sir, I don't know you. Who sent you here?"
Emlyn lifted his chin slightly and said with a smile: "Sherlock Moriarty."
As soon as he said this, he suddenly looked around and pinched his nose.
"Ah, Detective Moriarty!" Iain didn't hide his sigh of relief. "Then I'm relieved. By the way, didn't he go to Dice Bay for a vacation? When did he come back?"
Emlyn put his hand down, his expression unchanged: "He hasn't come back. I looked for him at his rented place. "Frankly speaking, a normal vacation should have ended around mid-to-late January. And now it's already April."
"Could... something have happened to him?" Iain asked, a little worried.
Emlyn thought about the abilities and mysterious nature that Sherlock Moriarty had demonstrated, and shook his head: