Novel & Cerita Magician Detective

This was all his fault. Aaron Bridges was my captain back at the fraud department. He volunteered one of his detectives for a temporary transfer to homicide, and I managed to be the lucky winner. I silently curse him and everything else before making my way up the front steps. Making my way towards the captain’s office, eyes start following my every move. I knew they were talking about me. I tried to pretend that it didn’t bother me, but man was it hard.

I stared at the screen, hands shaking as Jenna's interview played. Reporters swarmed her. She just smiled, calm as ever. "I have a special ability," she said. "I can see from a killer's perspective. That's how I found the serrated knife and tracked him down." The crowd went wild. "No wonder Detective Blake's unstoppable!" "With her around, criminals don't stand a chance!" Then a reporter cut through the noise: "Since you joined, Detective Mercer hasn't solved a single case. What do you think about that?"

Lord Rice," ignoring his suggestion, I removed the polite smile from my face. I have no idea why a magician of his level is trying to win me over, but letting him get close is not in my plans. In them, apart from a short, I hope, conversation, nothing at all is included! “I am listening to you carefully. The magician smiled knowingly and took a pipe from the inside pocket of his jacket. Without asking my permission, he slowly stuffed it with tobacco and started smoking. A typical aristocrat, you will not say anything. There was no point in resenting it out loud, I could only hope that the polite expression on my face had not disappeared. - You have an impeccable reputation, Amalia, - when my

"Kora! Korallis!" There is no response. No noise at all. The tent is full of curiosities from around the world--the heads of mythical creatures and strange new inventions from far-flung lands. The Magician has been everywhere, it seems, even the depths of the Kraken Kingdom. The floor is so cluttered with evidence of his adventures that I almost miss the greatest curiosity of all. The Magician himself. Lying on his side, very, very still. Unnaturally so. Dear gods, did she kill him?

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

Bruce asks me. I shake my head. "I could use a ride if you don't mind. I am not sure I am ready to drive today," I say. I know I am not ready to drive. "I can take you, but first, I have to tell you something. I made some calls while you were sorting through some things. I wanted to give you some space. I found both of your uncles. They own a little magic shop in New Orleans. It is called Elemental Magic," Bruce says.

"Wait—I might have something that can make it a whole lot easier." "How?" "A spell. To change your shape and your scent. Not much, just enough to mess with their scans." I lifted an eyebrow. "A spell? Who casts one on me?" He was grinning. "Remember Old Magda?" "Oh no. Not her. The woman's insane." "She is not insane. She is a morals-unquestioning mystic herbalist," he told me. "She's insane," I told him. "Talented," he said . "Come on, before you wake up to your senses."

Vanishing into oblivion like a sudden burst of light, the next card follows with the image of the powerful man with the might of his wand. “The Magician.” Holding the card that relay’s its meaning, she smiles and continues. “Trusted by everyone and hold the power to heal, he or she is in control of her life or so it may seem. A bridge between the worlds, yet the bait for anyone who seeks to have a deal in return. Take it or leave, would you rather be the card?” Followed by the next as the chain and pattern depict the seven prominent cards that represent the seven cores, yet probably not, she calls.

The investigators questioned Lissy about the poison in the food she is cooking, Lissy told them every detail that happened during her cooking and delivery, and denied that she was the culprit, which is true but they still hold her in custody incased she was lying or associated with the crime. They will surely set her free if she is proven guilty. The investigators and knights are now in search of the said palace maid that went suddenly missing during the night were Mayari was poisoned. The physician was surprised that Mayari was able to save her own life with a surprising magic that they haven't seen before. She lost a lot of blood for what she did but was easily replaced by a blood donation

He took a seat in the chair in front of me without saying a word, as his eyes studied me for a good minute. I was utterly confused, but I wasn't complaining. The view was nice. "Hello Miss Leir. I am Detective Deckor and I have a few questions for you, if you don't mind" He introduced, shocking me right out of my skin. "Yo-you're the detective?" I asked as he took a pen and notepad from his coat. "Yes, is there a problem?" He questioned with a perfectly arched eyebrow. I didn't answer, I just regarded him for a while longer. I didn't want to believe it.