Psychology, skills, experience.

These are the fundamentals that an excellent stalker should have.

Drov was once the trump card of the investigation department. Whether it was tracking, lurking, or tracing... he could use his best ability to fulfill the responsibilities assigned by his boss. Although his temper was criticized by people around him, no one had ever questioned his ability.

Now, his long and rough life experience has long smoothed his edges and gradually his comfortable life keeps him away from danger and fatigue. He does not have to work hard to follow the suspect target for several days without eating or drinking, nor does he need to track down the evidence of crime day and night.

He is no longer the person he used to be.

Listening to the investigation subordinates who were seconded by the Department of urgency to report the information tracking the target, Drov seemed to have seen his shadow when he was young in the past.

Since the evacuation of the Gerterdam district that day, Roslin has not given him any extra explanation, and he doesn't even need to explain it to him.

He only ordered him two things to continue to investigate the mysterious middle-aged man and monitor and track the movements of the young man in Jin Meilan Hotel.

In desperation, Drov proposed to second the investigative department personnel. He did not have enough professional staff, otherwise he would not be able to complete the explanation he gave.

Although the situation of the Fourth Prince seems to be in danger, as long as he has nothing to do for a day, the power of the Fourth Prince can still exert a strong deterrence in the capital. Seconding several personnel from the investigation department is just a simple matter for Loslin.

Drov was once a senior in the investigation department, so he knew the complicated inside story better than anyone else. People who were depressed were very good. After selecting a few outstanding people who were recognized by him after the assessment, he began to arrange the work of surveillance separately.

A good news, a bad news.

This is the result he has obtained these days.

The bad news is that Tic was dead and was inexplicably stabbed to death in a dark alley. Perhaps everyone knew in their hearts that this was Andyon's punishment for the betrayer afterwards, and the only clue to tracing the mysterious middle-aged man was also broken.

What's worse is that the security chief of the Gotterdam district, Kogot, has made it clear that he is unwelcome and indifferent, and the incident surrounding Andyn's mansion has become the source of the rupture between the two sides.

Fortunately, when everything was approaching despair, the man he placed near Andyen's mansion accidentally discovered the traces of the mysterious middle-aged man. Although there was no further information since then, Drov discovered an interesting thing through the man who was surveillance on the other end.

At the moment when the mysterious middle-aged man appeared, the young man at the Jin Meilan Hotel accidentally disappeared.

Shortly after the mysterious middle-aged man disappeared, the young man from Jin Meilan Hotel appeared again.

There is no coincidence in the world without any reason.

In a vaguely, Delof seemed to have caught something!

With the center of gravity shifted, his target began to be locked on the young man named Xia Lan. He could feel that all clues would emerge again in the young man!

However, his surveillance and tracking mission was not smooth.

Drov is a very cautious person. He will not let the other party easily detect any situations being tracked and monitored. It is precisely because of this that the personnel in the investigation department often lose their whereabouts.

He was very patient. He believed that the group of outstanding talents in his hands who investigated the department would sooner or later, the other party's flaws would be completely exposed to his eyes.

"You said that he is now with a junior pharmacist from an alchemist in a teahouse?" After listening to the information obtained by his subordinates in the investigation department, Drov asked solemnly.

"Yes, sir, are there any problems?" Borva asked carefully.

"Let someone investigate the pharmacist's identity and origin, and by the way, understand her every move she has recently made. Remember not to do anything that alarms the other party." After a moment of contemplation, Drov ordered.

He suddenly remembered an important thing. After Ambofen's death, he once speculated that the murderer might have sought treatment from the Holy Church of the Glory or the Alchemy Society because of his injury, but in the final investigation, there was no trace.

But what if someone in the Alchemist Association pharmacist was bought?

After understanding this, Drov's confusion was relieved.

"Yes, sir! Do you have any other instructions?" Borva stood up and said seriously to Drov after thinking.

"Is there anything unusual about the target I tracked?" Drov asked after thinking for a while.

"Sir, I suspect the target may have discovered our tracking."

"What? Is there something wrong?" Drov said in amazement.

Borva said in a deep voice: "Sir, this is just my suspicion, because since the hotel tracking, the other party seemed to have discovered some problems, and it seemed that he was deliberately wandering on the street and delaying time until a long time later, he went to the teahouse to meet someone."

"So that's it. Let the people who are following and surveillance retreat, don't take risks!"

"Yes, sir. If there is nothing else, I will go down and assign another task first."

"Um."

Looking at Borva's departure, Drov's eyes were full of recognition and appreciation.

He was the best performer in Drov's assessment, but strangely, such a capable person was responsible for some miscellaneous things in the investigation department. Later he learned that the other party offended a powerful nobleman in the investigation task a few years ago, and the result can be imagined.

Loslin once said that the entire capital guard hall was a waste, but Drov couldn't agree with it. Some people were capable but could not realize their ambitions, while others were incapable but had a high position... However, this is the current situation of the entire kingdom. There are very few lucky people who can make changes like him.

Drinking the warm tea in the cup, Delov looked out the window and sighed,

Loslin has not contacted him for a long time. The incident caused by Commander Salice has been in full swing in the capital. As the most powerful mansion of the Four Princes, he may have fallen into a mess of troubles and can't extricate himself. How can he take time to pay attention to a small person like him?

Now he just needs to complete what he has taught seriously to be honest and worry-free, and he doesn't need to think too much about everything.

...

A familiar teahouse, a familiar private room.

Perhaps the agreed location in Xia Lan's letter was too empty, because there were many teahouses in the royal capital, simple, exquisite and gorgeous, but he and she both understood where the teahouse was.

Winnie came earlier than the agreed time, and when she finished her third cup of hot tea, Xia Lan came late.

"Mr. Xia Lan, is there anything wrong with me this time?" When Xia Lan took her seat and the servant took tea and left, Winnie spoke quickly.

“I need something.”

Winnie was delighted because he said what she was most looking forward to.

The successive failures of the experiment made her spend all Kentol. Now her life seems to have returned to the initial torment of poverty. If Xia Lan does not appear again, she will probably have to pick up the work of the association's hospitality to support herself.

The early stage of alchemy was a huge investment. Without the money and belief that would persist, they would only give up halfway and be mediocre from now on.

After enjoying a rich and financially funded experimental life, Winnie is no longer willing to go back to her past days. She needs money! Only the people in front of her can do this for her.

"What do you need?" Winnie's little face seemed to bloom into the sun.

"What kind of potion can play the greatest role in assassination?" Xia Lan glanced at the strange girl and asked plainly.

Speaking of professional issues, Winnie's expression became solemn, saying: "It needs to be determined according to the specific situation. In different occasions, the effects of each drug are different. For example, the types of poisons are divided into many types, such as paralysis, fatality, dizziness, coma..."

Seeing the girl talking about the issue of drug murder, Xia Lan couldn't help but feel a little surprised and interrupted: "How do you know this?"

"This... my mentor has followed the Kingdom Army to participate in the war with the Osasu Barbarians many years ago. His notes record many potions to kill people, so..." Winnie noticed the loss of her ruthlessness just now and quickly explained hesitantly.

"Can you make all the medicines that are beneficial to killing people?" Xia Lan asked a question that was concerned about.

"No, with my current ability, I can only make a small part." Winnie said honestly.

Xia Lan nodded and stopped engaging in this regard. For a junior pharmacist, she already seemed excellent enough.

"Have the bottle of potion I gave you turned out?"

"Ah—" Winnie exclaimed softly, her little head retracted into her big cloak and said timidly: "I'm sorry, I failed your expectations. The imitation of that bottle of potion was not only unsuccessful, but also wasted all the money you gave me in this regard."

Xia Lan frowned. He knew that alchemy was an extremely expensive profession, but he didn't expect that the girl in front of him would be so squandered.

He has money, but it does not mean that the money on him is endless. If this continues, he will sooner or later be spent by the girl on all the money in the Void Ring.

“How much is needed?”

This time, he did not take the initiative to throw her a bag of coins as he had ever done.

Winnie blushed with her little face. After understanding Xia Lan's meaning, she moved her small body with a little embarrassed expression and said stutteringly: "Probably... maybe... maybe... 1000... Kintor."

"1000?" Xia Lan said lightly.

"This - actually 800 is OK..." Winnie, who thought Xia Lan was angry because of the number she proposed, shook her head and bit her lips carefully and tentatively.

Xia Lan opened her hand expressionlessly, and a large bag of money bags that made a crisp sound of jingling fell heavily on the table.

"There are about 1,000 or more Kentol here, and I don't know the specific numbers..."

As Xia Lan said, Winnie's big round eyes lit up, her eyes fixed on the extremely seductive wallet on the table, and her little hands began to touch and stretched forward.

"Ba"

"Ouch--"

Winnie covered her red little hands, her eyes flashed with glitter, and she looked at Xia Lan with a grievance and pitiful look. When she was about to touch her beloved Jintor, the bad guy ruthlessly patted her little hands aside.

"Are you listening to me?" Xia Lan said coldly.

"Yes." Winnie pursed her lips and said with a sour nose.

"I will not provide you with extra money during this period until you experiment with something that satisfies me."

Xia Lan stopped saying a word after saying that, and before Winnie got the other party's permission to put away her purse, she could only stare at the beloved thing that was within reach on the table.

The room suddenly fell into a brief silence.

"Dongdong--"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and a strange voice came in.

"Hello! The young master inside, someone asked me to send you a letter."

"Please come in."

When Xia Lan heard the teahouse attendant disturbing her, she tightened her heart. She glanced at the girl opposite her, who was completely uncharacteristic and let the attendant enter the door.

There was only one person when the attendant entered the door, and what Xia Lan cared about was a white letter in his hand.

"Help me open the contents of the book." Just as the attendant was about to hand over the letter, Xia Lan stopped him.

"This—" The guest's strange behavior made the attendant stunned and returned to normal. It seemed that the other party was really a delicate noble young master, and he was too lazy to read the letter by himself.

After unpacking the envelope, the attendant slowly took out a piece of white paper inside.

"Warehouse No. 603, Grey Deer District, dispute, women, save people."

After hearing this, Xia Lan suddenly stood up and disappeared into the private room without saying a word. This horrifying scene made the attendant and Winnie stunned.

After a long time, the attendant trembled and said, "It seems that the young master has not paid the bill yet."

After coming to his senses, Winnie held the heavy bag on the table in her arms, her smiling little face filled with intoxicating happiness, and she kept muttering to herself.

"I want to buy the latest experimental equipment, I want to buy the best medicinal materials, I want to experiment with it as much as possible, I want..."

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