"Shard Hamilton, currently a detective. Good evening, Miss, my respects to you."
Shard considered his words carefully, trying to make his speech more appropriate. It was wise to cooperate in conversation until he understood the other party's purpose. And he genuinely regretted the incident earlier, although it wasn't entirely his fault.
"Let me say it again, don't laugh. I know it was my carelessness, and I will learn from it,"
he said to himself.
"However, I just knew that understanding all languages is definitely not a good thing in this world. I must remember this lesson."
Shard thought, the woman quickly adjusted her mood and continued in a softer tone:
"Detective, it's nothing serious that I called you here so hastily. The Box of Darkness was just an accident, and what I want to know from you is the whereabouts of that statue."
"Sorry, what did you say? Statue?"
