Chapter 10 Knowledge is God
Having obtained the information he wanted, Deya was in a good mood. He said gratefully, "Thank you, Blaute. Your information is very useful to me."

Braut, who had short blond hair and a bright smile, replied, "You are too polite, Deya. Given the relationship between us and the relationship between our two families, you can come to me if you need any help."

Blauto patted his chest and promised, but Deya's next words made him look frozen -

"Okay, since you said so, Bront, I won't be polite. I just happen to have something else to ask of you."

There was a smile in Deya's eyes.

Braut, you said you could come to me if I needed help!
Blaute looked depressed. He picked up a piece of cake with a fork and stuffed it into his mouth, as if he wanted to eat more of Deya's food and spend more of his money.

After swallowing the cake in his mouth, he picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth: “Okay, just tell me what you want to say.

But let me make it clear first, my authority in the Military Intelligence Department is limited, and there may be some intelligence that I may not be able to find, so you may need to go find my father."

Deya took out a pen and paper from his collar pocket. He spread the paper on the table, recalled it carefully, and wrote an address on it in a flamboyant manner.

"17 Vanderstraße, th District, Abrams."

If Deya had not been preparing to create a necromancer account before traveling through time and had not read the detailed guide and remembered it clearly, he would not have been able to remember such a specific address.

"Vanderstraße? It's a popular street in District 5. Many businessmen, scholars, and workers with relatively high social status like to buy properties or rent houses there."

As a member of the Military Intelligence Department, although the main responsibility of the Military Intelligence Department is external, he is also very familiar with some situations in the capital, Abrana.

He glanced at the address in his hand and signaled to Deya with his eyes, wanting to know what it meant.

"Do me a favor and investigate the resident at this address. It would be best if you have his detailed name and basic description of his appearance. It would be even better if you can also find out his living habits.

But you have to be careful, Bront, the person living here might be a wizard, a wizard from the School of Conjuration, but it's just a possibility."

Deya didn't know whether the person he was looking for had already settled here, so he asked Braut to help him investigate.

Braut's expression changed, he leaned forward and whispered, "Deya, you actually want me to investigate a wizard?!"

He found this task somewhat unacceptable.

"Don't worry, he is a second-ring spellcaster, at most a third-ring spellcaster."

Deya said calmly.

In the game, this is an elite monster with the strength of three rings.

However, at this point in time, the opponent may not have reached the third ring yet.

"No matter how many levels the opponent is, he is still a mage, and he is not that easy to deal with."

Blauto whispered.

Spellcasters are always mysterious.

It would be fine if it was a spellcaster of other professions, even if it was a warlock, they generally could not master many spells, only a limited number, and the number of spells they could use every day was far less than that of a wizard.

But it’s different with mages. There are so many spells that mages can learn. You never know exactly which spells the mage you are facing has learned, and whether there are some weird spells among them.

As the most difficult supernatural profession to advance to, mages have always been scarce and powerful.

"Blaut, I think you misunderstood me. I didn't ask you to deal with that wizard.

You work for the national intelligence department, so you must have a lot of friends in the system. You can ask one of your friends to come to your house to check the water meter and register the tenants.

If you feel that others are unreliable, you can go there yourself. I believe that as a member of the Military Intelligence Department, this should be a small matter for you. "

Deya said with a smile.

He knew that the wizard was on the run and would not dare to expose himself. Even if he suspected that someone was investigating him, he would definitely choose to escape. There was no danger in this matter.

If he were not a government worker, it would be easier to be exposed if he went there directly, so Deya would rather do it himself.

"Well, I'm really unlucky to have a friend like you. Next time you must treat me to a meal at Lily's World. Only by ripping you off can I be satisfied."

Braut said helplessly.

Lily's World is the most upscale restaurant in Abramana, and dining there is very expensive. "No problem, I will reserve a seat for you at Lily's World. You can invite a lady from a baron's family to dine with you, and I will pay for you."

Deya's words made Blauto's eyes light up, and he said happily: "Deya, I take back what I said before. I am so lucky to have a friend like you."

Not all nobles are rich. The "baron's ladies" mentioned by Deya refer to those ladies whose families are not wealthy enough but who have noble titles and are vain.

After satisfying their vanity, whether anything will happen after that depends on your own ability.

"You can't take these documents away, but you can make a copy."

Braut gave Deya the previous information about Lamia and reminded him.

Deya picked up the papers, and as Braut was stunned, he just ran his fingers over the papers, and Deya copied the papers into two.

[You used the 0-level spell 'Scribe']

"Master is really convenient. If I had this ability, I wouldn't have to copy documents in the office every day."

Braut said enviously.

Deya's mind moved, and he said, "Maybe I can fix this spell on a certain object in the future. How about calling it a copier?"

"Then I can't wait for this copy machine. It will free up a lot of my work."

After copying the document, Deya returned the original to Blaute. He stood up and said, "I'll leave the investigation to you, Blaute. I have something else to do, so I have to leave for the time being."

Braut waved his hand and said, "You are still so polite. I will have someone send you the information about Vander Street after I have finished investigating it in the next two days."

Deya nodded gratefully to Shrike, put the documents away, and left the room.

Outside the private room, Camille was chatting happily with the waitress. When he saw Deya coming out, he quickly stuffed the remaining half of the cake into his mouth. In order to avoid wasting it, he even licked the plate.

Camille waved to the waitress and followed Deya away in a nonchalant manner.

In the carriage, after Deya sat down, he smiled and said, "It seems that you and the waitress are having a hot relationship. I remember that when she first met you, she always looked down on you."

Camille saw Deya sitting down, he drove the carriage forward and shrugged:

"Her attitude towards me changed immediately after she knew that I was working for Lord Deya of the Cavendish family. I had a stable job and earned 500 lothis a month. Lord Deya, I learned a lesson from this."

"What's the point?"

"Women don't care about your race, they only care about how fat your wallet is!"

"Hahaha!"

Deya was amused by Camille.

He shook his head again and said, “You are wrong, Camille, remember, money is just an accessory, in front of power, it is nothing.

Power and the extraordinary power you can control are your charm. Even the gods are the same. They are high above us and use their power to make us mortals believe in them.

Therefore, you must seize power and increase your strength!"

Deya said solemnly.

It is difficult for most mages to truly believe in gods. They believe that after mastering enough knowledge, they are also gods.

Knowledge is God!

"I am grateful for your advice, Lord Deya."

Camille said respectfully.

Deya closed his eyes and began to take a nap.

With this information in hand, he can completely control the witch.

Next, he will use the power of that witch!
(End of this chapter)