Chapter 107 The Riddler (Part 3)

Undoubtedly, the person who wrote the riddle was trying to lead the investigator by the nose.

Lisa could have easily given up on the riddle and followed her gut feeling, but the probability that the riddle teller was Richie had become quite high. The reason he left the note before the incident was to prevent anyone outside the investigation from knowing.

The second slip of paper reads "two places below ten and three places above five," clearly indicating the seventh position. Combined with the preceding statement about sitting in a chair, it obviously refers to a high-ranking seat.

In other words, the next note is in the hands of the seventh high-ranking member.

Lisa asked White, who advised them not to go. The high seat granted the four agents the authority to investigate, but not every part of the stronghold could be investigated at will.

The more difficult a place is to investigate, the more Lisa wants to investigate it.

The four of them, without White's knowledge, found the residence of the seventh high seat.

It's unbelievable that this guy likes to build his house among a group of beech trees, and it's also unbelievable that tropical beech trees can survive in permafrost.

A slender, blond, half-reincarnated individual was sunbathing under a tree, wearing shorts and a hat adorned with feathers, giving him a poetic air.

There were four men and four women standing in each of the two rows on the left and right, probably guards.

The four men were all Minotaur warriors, while the four women each had their own unique charm, especially the two in the middle, who looked like witty widows.

The seventh highest seat is named Vasily, which gives you an idea of ​​what kind of person he is.

The tree-like shape tumbled like a carousel, and a skirt and a low-cut dress also tumbled along with it.

Vasily quickly noticed the three women and ignored one man, staring intently at the skirts. The devil on the right was outstanding in every way, and was Vasily's type.

He certainly wouldn't allow the Minotaur warriors to turn away such young and beautiful ladies, so he decided to let them in and let everyone talk about something pleasant.

When he learned that these four people were the special agents responsible for capturing the suspect, he gave them a thumbs up.

“I am different from other high-ranking officials; I will cooperate with any investigation at any time.”

Vasily dismissed all eight guards and invited the agent inside.

In Vasily's house, there was also a young maid named Ram, a winged person with dark skin, who wore a sports skirt. But how could someone who actually cleans the house wear a sports skirt?

The maid quickly prepared bread, ham, cucumber, and fried eggs for everyone, all of which Vasily loved to eat. Whenever guests came, he would ask the maid to prepare a few more desserts.

It must be said that the impression left by high-ranking positions is no longer one of being aloof and superior, even though Vasily was very particular about his appearance.

"You're here to investigate Richie, right?" Before Lisa could speak, Vasily introduced himself first, "Ladies, you've come to the right place. Richie and I joined the Alliance at the same time. I was just a little luckier than him to get promoted to a higher position."

Lisa made an excuse that demons can't eat cucumbers, so Vasily immediately told Ram to change the snacks to what the other person liked. He said he was happy to share, but he always had more sausages in his hand than the other person.

This guy loves to lie.

“Everyone says that this food is inedible and that food is inedible, but what does it matter? If you can’t eat it, just throw it away and ask someone to make it again.”

Vasily quickly forgot that the agents were there to investigate and rambled on about irrelevant things.

At this moment, Lisa noticed another small detail: the young maid named Ram had many shallow marks on her body, including scratches and burns on her calves, knees, and elbows.

Then, she remembered what Vasily had just said, took the opportunity to modify it, and returned it to him exactly as it was.

"Sometimes, I get tired of people saying that this game is unplayable or that game is unplayable. But what does it really matter? If you break it, just throw it away and play something new."

Vasily was indeed very fond of Lisa, believing that Lisa was taking his intentions in that direction.

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if they could invite you to a seat of honor?"

"How did you get to that high position? Does it have anything to do with Richie?"

“Rich? Oh, right, we’ve been partners for a long time.”

"Are you two partners?"

"Yes! Partners, the kind that go well together. We've done a lot of dangerous jobs together, and we always work more hours than we have holidays. Richie is good at infiltrating and disguise, while I'm not good at anything. In the end, he gave me the credit, so I got the promotion. Unfortunately, once I got to the top, he stopped paying attention to me. You must be wondering what happened during that time?"

When Vasily said these words, he opened the soft collar of his new coat to Lisa and shook it a couple of times. Was he feeling a little embarrassed about lying? Certainly not. He always stopped halfway through his sentences, wanting Lisa to stay behind alone and learn more about what kind of person Richie was.

Lisa thought to herself, how could Richie possibly become partners with someone like that?

He was obviously lying again.

The maid served everyone fruit and desserts. Lisa heard a sound that only high-magic beings could perceive—a sound of a heart beating restlessly yet dutifully, a sound of long-term discomfort.

At this point, the maid always tries her best to show off her culinary skills, but sadly, she has absolutely no affinity for processed foods called desserts, so the things she makes are always full of bumps.

The maid is not a reincarnated being.

Vasily suddenly turned cold and said without any humor, "How can you serve this kind of food to guests? Didn't Nina teach you how to make it?"

The maid felt a tightness in her chest, then felt as if she had been hollowed out. The magic power within her body expanded rapidly, making it difficult to breathe, and she had to start all over again.

Lisa quickly called out to her, "Please wait a moment!"

The maid's face looked surprised and lonely; she thought the dessert she had just made had angered the lady, and she dared not move.

Unexpectedly, Lisa used two fingers to pick up the ugliest pastry from the tray and put it in her mouth. The frequency of her lip movements left a deep impression on both Vasily and the maid.

"I think it's done very well! You should try some too."

Biris, Aisha, and Mia each eagerly grabbed a piece, while Vasily remained seated, enduring the torment of being ignored.

Although the pastries didn't look appealing, their inherent quality was immediately recognized, as if the maid were seeing a different person.

Lisa ignored Vasily, which made Vasily even more unhappy. He looked like a melancholy city dweller and finally used his superior, condescending tactic.

"You've disappointed me greatly. I thought you were decent investigators, but you can't even tell the difference between a dessert without sugar. How can people like you capture Irenshere?"

“What does he have to do with desserts?” Lisa retorted.

Vasily was taken aback by the other party's bold rebuttal, and was so angry that he picked his ear with his thumb: "How can it not be related? I can tell what kind of job a person is suited for just by looking at their taste!"

What profession do you think I'm best suited for?

Vasily recovered, and specks of light danced between his eyelashes.

"A fiery woman is suited for fiery work."

Lisa slammed her hand on the table and stood up, startling Vasily into silence.

And so, the four agents left Vasily's apartment without getting anything.

Billis was quite curious about his wife's attitude and asked, "Just like that? What about the next lead?"

"The clue isn't in his hands."

"But the answer to the riddle on the note clearly refers to Vasily."

"It's not the Vasily who likes to lie, but another one."

Several moths flew away from the tree trunk; their color was similar to the tree bark.

Lisa dawdled for a few steps, then stopped under a beech tree.

From here you can see Vasily's fiery house, and the fiery maid who slowly walks towards you.

The metal tray in the maid's hands swayed in the shade of the tree. On the tray was only a piece of cake, the kind that had been sitting for several days and hadn't been finished.

Just as Lisa had expected, the maid said that Richie had saved her life during a mission. After saying that, she broke open the cake herself, revealing a third note inside.

The note read: "You have the courage to do what I can't. Now you know what kind of people are in high positions, right? When you're forced to carry out a tedious and impossible task under extremely difficult circumstances, you might feel an unprecedented anger when you think of those in high positions. How can I describe myself? They once gave me a promotion opportunity, but I gave it to Vasily, whom I thought was more suitable."

Alright, first of all, congratulations on solving the third clue. After listening to my rambling, are you more interested in the next mystery?

It's not black, it's not white, it's not yellow; it's not plump, it's not slender, and it's definitely not cute.