"I'm just a history enthusiast. This is my credential." Kenley took out his trainee inspector certificate and handed it to Mr. Azik. Mr. Azik looked at the badge on the inspector certificate, looked Kenley up and down with slight surprise.
"Incredible. Although only a trainee inspector, you're quite young for your age."
"I could lie to you that a police case requires these books, but actually, I'm very interested in this Hermes language used only for rituals, which is why I wanted to come borrow these books." Kenley answered honestly.
Cannot deceive, otherwise it would only cause the other party's disgust. At this time, telling the truth is the best answer.
"This language is not only used for rituals. Its pronunciation is closer to nature, like Giant language and Elven language, Trainee Inspector Kenley." Mr. Azik said in Hermes language.
"Humanity's thirst for knowledge stems from instinct, and is moreover the manifestation of human exploratory spirit." Kenley answered in Hermes language without hesitation.
This sentence was written on the title page of the last book "Introduction to Hermes Language" he had read.
For certain people, the existence of Beyonders in this world is not a secret.
The other party guessed his purpose, also guessed his identity, and his reply proved he was just a newly initiated Beyonder, not only proving his purpose to the other party, but also subtly expressing respect for the other party's scholar identity and sufficient knowledge.
"Your pronunciation is very accurate, and carries a hint of classical flavor." Mr. Azik smiled. "I greatly admire your studious spirit. After school starts in September, I have an elective course about the origins of Hermes language and discussions of several related variant languages. If you have time, you can come audit."
He reached into his clothes, took out his borrowing card and handed it to the front desk lady. "Please lend these three books to this dear Mr. Kenley in my name. I believe a gentleman who grasps Hermes language so precisely will treasure these precious knowledges like treasuring wealth."
"Thank you for your generosity." Kenley accepted those three books. "If I have some academic questions, do you have time to answer one or two for me?"
"My office is always open to those seeking knowledge." Mr. Azik pointed to the red three-story building nearby. "Second floor west side, History Department, the last room is my office. I'm there every day, or you can also write letters addressed to History Department Faculty Azik Eggers, Hoy University - I will reply promptly."
"Farewell, Mr. Azik." Kenley pressed his hat brim, politely bid farewell to the two people, secretly pleased in his heart.
He had inadvertently established a relationship with this big shot hidden in Tingen City - this was truly an unexpected harvest.
If he had nothing to do, he could come to Hoy University more often. Learning had always been something he enjoyed, and he could also gain the big shot's favor.
Gaining favor - this kind of thing beneficial to himself should definitely be included in his daily routine.
Hoy University wasn't too far from his residence. Kenley simply strolled through the streets toward his home. The street vendors' hawking cries, the goods in shop windows on both sides of the street, and the bustling streets all gave him a vivid feeling.
Suddenly, he saw a dirty little boy stealthily reaching his hand into the back waist of a passing pedestrian, easily pinching out a wallet with two fingers, then walking past him smugly.
Too much! Actually robbing in front of a "Thief."
He tucked the three books under his right armpit, his left shoulder lightly brushed the little boy's shirt front, took the wallet into his own hand, then shook it in his hand, giving the boy a smug smile.
The little boy looked at Kenley with embarrassed anger. Kenley drew his right hand across his waist, placing the inspector certificate with the police badge facing outward in his right hand. The badge borrowed the sunlight, flickering in the little boy's eyes.
Seeing this, the little boy's eyes slightly contracted, and he ran away.
Kenley threw the wallet behind the man, patted his shoulder, and pointed at the ground with his free left hand.
"Ah, thank you, I'm really a sloppy fellow." The man happily picked up his wallet. Just as he rose wanting to express thanks to Kenley again, he found that in these few seconds Kenley had already walked far away, and he couldn't keep up with his pace at all.
Turning the street corner, Kenley entered "Eckhart's Beverage Store." Under the shop owner's strong recommendation, he purchased a portion of Old Neil's favorite Intis coffee beans, three portions of Feysac's Downing black tea, and two types of Maxi Highland coffee powder with different flavors and roasting degrees. He took out his wallet and gave the shop owner most of the half-pennies and quarter-pennies, and the latter expressed gratitude with surprise.
After all, making change was a difficult matter in the Ruen Kingdom. Most of the time buyers had to buy other things to "make up the order" to get appropriate change.
"Please wrap the coffee beans and one portion of Downing tea nicely - I need to give them as gifts." Kenley said.
"Yes, sir." The shop owner diligently packed his purchases into different bags, took a large paper bag and carefully packed all the tea and coffee powder, additionally gave him a beautiful coffee spoon for free, and saw him to the door.
Tomorrow was Monday, and also his weekly fixed rest time written in his application. Besides reading, he temporarily had nothing else to do.
Kenley put away the coffee powder at home, put the rest in bags, preparing to give them to Old Neil on Tuesday morning.
His next goal was to find ways to digest the potion, while exploring the acting method of the "Thief" potion. Although the potion in his body loosened last time, he wasn't satisfied with the degree of loosening.
He believed that the acting methods for each sequence weren't limited to just one. If he could excavate the deep-level acting rules, as long as he acted appropriately, the potion's digestion speed would become faster.
Kenley suddenly thought that his "Thief" potion was "robbed" from other thieves.
They might have appropriate formulas, or even know where to obtain the next step's formula.
He needed information, but Kenley happened to know where he should obtain this information.
On Monday morning, Kenley slept until nearly ten o'clock before getting up from bed. He had lunch of black tea plus a long sandwich at the downstairs coffee shop, conveniently packed one portion, and came to "Blackthorn Security Company."
"Kenley, aren't you resting today?" Rosanne asked puzzledly.
"I came to deliver coffee powder and black tea to Old Neil." Kenley asked. "Incidentally to look up some materials."
He looked around - his desk was still empty. Klein hadn't appeared today.
"Our new civilian employee Klein Moretti didn't come today?"
"He can only start work tomorrow. You know where everything is." Rosanne said. "I need you to help me watch the front desk for a few minutes."
Her face reddened slightly. Kenley nodded understandingly, watching Rosanne's figure hurriedly run toward the washroom.
Kenley searched the shelves and quickly found the materials he wanted to look for.
The other party was right in the first basement level prison of Tingen City Police Station.