The investigation progressed very smoothly. After saying goodbye to Miss Mary, Xia De and the Black-haired maid returned to the Three Cats Inn in St. Anthem Square for lunch.
They hadn't eaten anything earlier, and the Three Cats Inn was considered one of the better restaurants in the area.
While waiting for their food, Miss Servite examined the sheet music, while Xia De held the potion up to the light.
"Mr. Hamilton, do you really think Miss Mary felt no regret or sadness at all about Mr. Bondi's death?" she suddenly asked.
Xia De shifted his gaze from the bottle in his hand.
"You're still thinking about that?" he asked, puzzled, but still offered his opinion.
"Mr. Bondi and her relationship must have been closer than we thought, otherwise he wouldn't have left behind so many personal belongings.
Especially this medicine bottle; the Nuo Shan Opera Troupe only received an empty bottle among his belongings, and the landlord didn't find anything similar, which means Mr. Bondi didn't have much of the potion himself.
But in this situation, he could still leave half a bottle of the potion with Miss Mary. What does that tell you?"
The black-haired girl thought for a moment.
"Great trust, to the extent that he could entrust his hope of continuously obtaining light into her hands."
"Yes."
Xia De nodded.
"But just now, when you mentioned the musician's death, she didn't show any emotion," Miss Servite asked again.
Xia De shook his head.
"She was protecting herself. If we were Mr. Bondi's enemies, do you think we wouldn't take our anger out on her?
Moreover, women with rich social experience who work in technical professions at the bottom of society must have gone through all sorts of things.
It's not that she's hard-hearted, she's just seen too much."
"So, it's possible that after we leave, she'll cry while holding the musician's coat?" she asked Xia De, resting her hand on her face, her long black hair brushing her ear.
Xia De shook his head again.
"In my opinion, she's more likely calculating how much money those relics can get her.
How can ordinary citizens at the bottom care about romance and love?
Everything just now was our own deduction; it's also possible that she truly responded to Mr. Bondi's sincerity with false affection.
I'm not discriminating against this profession, but people in this profession are very good at acting."
The maid thought for a moment and nodded.
"That's true."
"And this is just someone else's story; we're just witnessing it.
What's the difference between true and false?
Compared to Miss Mary and Mr. Bondi, what I care more about is what exactly this potion does."
Xia De frowned, holding the medicine bottle.
Generally speaking, Ring術士 rarely use a magical potion whose effects they don't know, especially when the potion needs to be dripped into the eyes.
But Mr. Bondi has already proven with his own experience that this bright yellow, oil-like potion only makes the user see strange things, leading to madness, and does not cause direct harm.
Xia De is least afraid of mental damage; he has seen more terrifying things than most Ring術士.
And since Mr. Bondi died by suicide and not by his head exploding directly, it means that what he saw was not actually very terrifying.
So, before visiting the ophthalmologist Jacob Alfred in the afternoon, Xia De decided to try a very small amount of the potion himself first.
Miss Servite, of course, was very much against it, but Xia De was confident because after his finger touched it again, "she" in his ear still believed that the potion itself had no harmful effects.
After lunch at the Three Cats Inn, Xia De rented a small room on the third floor of the inn.
The room wasn't large; the wardrobe, bed, and desk, these three pieces of furniture, already left almost no standing room in the room.
Xia De took off his coat and lay on the faded white sheets, then asked Miss Servite to drip the potion into his right eye.
"Are you really sure it's okay?" she still asked, very worried.
"Of course, I trust myself very much."
Xia De said with a smile as he lay there.
"Besides, it took Mr. Bondi two months to be driven to suicide; I'm a Ring術士, how could I be more fragile than him?
Come on, after the experiment, we'll go find that Dr. Alfred."
Xia De patted his face, then closed his left eye and opened his right eye wide.
Miss Servite sat by the bed with some difficulty, pulled out the stopper, pointed her finger, and a full drop of liquid flew out.
"So, Mr. Hamilton, are you ready?"
"Of course."
The droplet hovered above Xia De's eye, but the black-haired girl hesitated to let it fall.
"How about I do it?"
"Miss Servite, Miss Jialinna said you were to listen to me today."
"The lady didn't say that; she just said to be your assistant," she softly argued, then let the droplet enter Xia De's eye.
The liquid entered his eye, but Xia De held back from blinking.
Most of the liquid permeated his eyeball, and a small amount slid down the side of his face from the corner of his eye.
This sensation was actually no different from applying eye drops.
After adapting to the feeling of a small amount of liquid entering his eye, he lay on the bed with his shoes on, arms crossed over his chest, looking at the yellowed ceiling.
A few seconds later, his right eye felt cool, and then the slight spiritual energy within the liquid took effect.
A faint, almost imperceptible blood-colored halo appeared before Xia De's eyes, and then the halo grew stronger and stronger until Xia De clearly saw all the blood-colored light in his vision.
"What?" He sat up abruptly.
"What's wrong?" Miss Servite quickly helped Xia De up.
"What happened?"
"My Miracle, Blood Echo, activated automatically."
Xia De sat up and blinked his eyes desperately, but the automatically running Blood Echo showed no signs of stopping.
Moreover, the effect of this Miracle was better than any previous time.
He could not only clearly see all the blood-colored halos in this room but could even clearly distinguish halos from different periods by color and layering, almost allowing him to deduce the cause of every bloodstain.
Even in the Divine Radiance state, Xia De could not make the Miracle produce such an effect.
Not only the Miracle, but everything before his eyes became clearer than before.
Xia De's physical quality was already strong, and his vision was extremely excellent.
But at this moment, things seen through his right eye became even clearer; this was a sensation he had never experienced before.
Even looking out the room window into the distance, the City's appearance beyond the hazy mist could be clearly captured.
Closing his right eye again and observing with his normal left eye, everything returned to its original state.
"This potion can temporarily enhance Miracles and other abilities related to the eyes, and greatly enhance vision!" Xia De concluded, then looked at the bottle held by the maid.
The enhanced vision even allowed him to clearly see the tiny pores on her wrist and palm, leading him to a conclusion.
"Miss Servite, your skin is really good."
