The oracle
Esme Crane took note of the drunk, a tall, strong man with very short shaved blond hair, blond eyelashes and stubble, green eyes drooping lazily, a brown stand-up trench coat and a slightly worn yarmulke, and a very handsome appearance. He didn't look like a local from this suburban township, but somehow he was here to get drunk.

Louis Holmes glanced at Esme Crane and then at Anna, not uttering a word in retort for a moment, while Paulina next to her had the odd look of someone who wanted to laugh but was holding it in.

"Are you guys sure the item in that package is the Book of Secret Words?" Anna asked before she could.

Bella used her spirit to scout the house and there was no one in it. But the upper floor was occupied, so they moved up one floor, which was occupied by a thirty-year-old coal mining company employee, well-mannered in appearance, but judging by the rumpled shirt and pants he wore, it was assumed he was either single or a widower.

The barkeeper said that Paddington
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