The carriage parked in front of No. 66 Rose Street was decorated very luxuriously and had a more beautiful appearance, unlike most of the carriages running on the road.
Odis saw the carriage and guessed that the person inside was a wealthy man who had bought a title.
Because the carriage has some exclusive decorations for nobles, but there are no noble family crests on the doors, this usually means that the carriage belongs to a baron or lord.
But barons or nobles who have inherited their titles generally do not have the financial means to decorate their carriages so lavishly.
Therefore, Odis guessed that the other party must be a wealthy person with the means to buy a title.
Lost in thought, he walked around the carriage to his doorstep.
At that moment, the carriage door opened, and a man dressed as a valet asked, "Excuse me, are you Gandalf the Wizard?"
Without turning his head, Odis opened the door and said, "Yes."
The valet then said, "Sir, you would like to come to the carriage for a talk."
Odis opened the door, still without turning around: "If you want to talk, come here."
As he spoke, he entered the room and placed the cloth bag containing the "smart helmet" on the shelf.
The "sir" outside also got off the carriage and entered with his personal male servant, a man in his forties, a bit fat, with a mustache , a smiling face, and very shrewd eyes.
Odis invited him to sit down: "I'm sorry, I don't have tea or coffee here, and you certainly won't like my drinks."
The gentleman smiled and said, "I didn't come here just for tea."
Odis glanced at the fireplace, then with a wave of his hand, he sprinkled a small handful of transparent powder. A gust of wind blew by, carrying the firewood into the fireplace.
This action stunned the valet behind the knight, and the knight himself was also somewhat surprised, but being a worldly man, he easily concealed his astonishment.
"Tell me what you want from me," Odis said, casually sprinkling another handful of powder.
Whew~
The fireplace immediately lit itself.
This action caused the seemingly casual jazz musician to lean forward slightly, appearing somewhat nervous.
He cleared his throat to conceal his emotions before introducing himself: "I am Brad Rick. You can call me Brad or Lord Rick."
"I came to you because I have a personal matter that I don't know how to handle, and I would like to hear your advice."
Odis nodded: "Go ahead."
"I bought a manor in the suburbs last year," Brad said. "The main part of the manor is a small castle built during the Twenty Years' War."
"Those were the assets of the once illustrious Frank family, but the family has declined in the last one or two hundred years, and now the Frank family only has the title of viscount."
"The scenery there is beautiful, and it's close to the mountains, making hunting very convenient. It's a fantastic estate."
"It was by the lake there that I met the beautiful Miss Eleanor Frank, a gentle and beautiful girl with elegant speech and a wide range of interests."
"We often chat on the grass and by the lake, and a conversation can last for an entire afternoon."
At this point, Brad continued with a deeply affectionate expression, but his expression grew increasingly serious as he went on to describe it: "I inquired about Miss Eleanor's family details and learned that there was a branch of the Frankish family living in a small village across the mountain."
"I was talking to a friend about that village, but he heard that the village had been destroyed in a fire twenty years ago, and that there were no survivors."
"I found it unbelievable, so I sent people to investigate. Sure enough, they found a burned-down village on the other side of the mountain, and there didn't seem to be any other villages around there."
"But when I went to the castle again a few days ago, I saw Miss Eleanor again and asked her the same question."
"She told me that she did not live in the burned-down village, and with her guidance, I looked out at the village where she lived in the distance."
"There is a small village there, and you can see some villagers going about their business."
"But I swear, there wasn't a village there before!"
By this point, Brad could no longer hide his nervousness.
He took a deep breath and continued, "Wizard, what should I do now?"
Odis pondered for a moment before asking, "What is your belief?"
"Goddess of the Night".
"Then go to St. Samuel's Church and confess to the priest there," Odis said seriously. "If I'm not mistaken, you've encountered some unusual events."
This is a matter for the Church of the Righteous God, and he has no intention of competing with them for business.
Brad hesitated for a moment, "I have thought about it, but... but when I think of the beautiful Miss Eleanor, I feel it would be such a pity if my misjudgment affected her reputation."
"So I hope you can help me check and determine whether it should be reported to the Church of the Righteous God."
Odis understood what the other party meant. In general, it meant that the lustful desire had not been extinguished and that the other party wanted to make one last attempt. Therefore, he asked a professional to investigate Miss Eleanor. If it was only confirmed that she was strange but not dangerous, he did not intend to tell the church.
Such professionals are not easy to find, and after Brad made many inquiries, he found Odis.
Odis was about to refuse, but then thought better of it and decided to make money off this kind of person: "Your description is very interesting. I can help you make a judgment, but we'll have to go and see for ourselves."
That Miss Eleanor definitely sounds suspicious. Whatever she finds out there, Odis intends to tell the "Mechanical Heart" the results of her investigation when she returns.
Brad smiled and said, "That's great."
He paused for a moment and then said, "I was planning to go to the manor today. How about we take a carriage together?"
Odis pondered for a moment before nodding: "Alright, you all go and wait for me in the carriage. I'll get ready."
"We might have to spend the night there," Brad said. "Please be prepared."
Odis hummed in agreement.
After Brad left with his personal servant, Odis took some powder used in witchcraft and then organized the extraordinary weapons and sealed items in the "spatial magic circle" so that she could retrieve them in case of emergency.
After tidying everything up, Odis hung a "Out" sign outside the door and got into Brad's carriage.
The coachman pulled the reins, and the luxurious and spacious carriage headed towards the western suburbs.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
Inside the carriage, Brad was somewhat nervous facing the wizard, but he still mustered his courage and said, "Wizard, please do not harm Miss Eleanor before the investigation is completed."
Odis thought to himself: These rich people really like to seek thrills, or has this guy been bewitched by that Eleanor with some kind of power?
He casually agreed, "Okay."
Then Odis asked, "Do you know how the Frankish family fell from grace?"
"I heard that the king no longer trusts them," Brad said. "At the same time, the heir of that family failed to keep up with the times and did not make any new investments while they still had some assets."
"Later, they could only support the entire family with income from the land. After generations of squandering, they finally began to sell their assets and completely declined two or three decades ago."
Odis nodded: "It would be better if I asked someone."
"Who?" Brad was slightly taken aback. "Should we have the carriage go somewhere else first?"
"No need." Odis smiled mysteriously. "I can ask here, but I'll need your help."
Brad was taken aback: "My help?"
"Keep imagining what Miss Eleanor looks like and what she gives off." Odis extended his left hand: "Put your hand in mine, now, begin to imagine."
Brad was both curious and afraid of Gandalf's "witchcraft." He slowly reached out and placed his hand in Gandalf's palm. Fortunately, the wizard's hand was warm, not cold.
Gandalf chanted a few incantations, and suddenly his demeanor changed, becoming gloomy and terrifying!
Brad's personal valet shifted to the side; he suddenly had the urge to resign!
Suddenly, Gandalf grabbed Brad's hand and squeezed it tightly. Brad tried to pull back, but it was as if he was being clamped by a large pair of pincers. He used all his strength, but he couldn't pull it back even a little bit.
At the same time, a ghostly green flame appeared in Gandalf's other hand. This flame seemed to have no temperature, making Brad feel a chill on the back of his head. In his fear, he forgot to struggle.
Brad's personal valet had already moved to the car door, ready to jump out at any moment.
After the will-o'-the-wisp burned for more than ten seconds, Gandalf seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The will-o'-the-wisp went out, and he slowly released Brad's hand.
Immediately afterwards, Gandalf's demeanor became peaceful again.
This was, of course, another performance. He had been making will-o'-the-wisps a lot lately and had gotten quite experienced at it.
Odis looked at Brad and said, "I just summoned the spirits of the Frankish family..."
Brad rubbed his hands, somewhat surprised, and said, "Huh?"
Odis smiled: "Through Miss Eleanor in your mind, you can summon the corresponding undead."
Brad quickly replied, "You are truly a powerful wizard."
His personal valet also breathed a slight sigh of relief; compared to Gandalf's terrifying expression just now, this was not so unacceptable.
Odis waved his hand and continued, "The Frankish family was abandoned by the royal family and nobles because of their close relationship with some evil extraordinary beings."
He believed that Lord Rick, the man before him, should know what an extraordinary being was.
Odis's main hope was to use her performance to convince Brad of her words, as this was a reliable piece of information that the "Nanmu Ballroom" had obtained a long time ago.
This news surprised Brad, and his last glimmer of hope was probably shattered.
Odis added, "From now on, you must obey my orders, and that way I can at least guarantee your safety."
This was another purpose behind his performance of that play.