The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"Alright, see you later!"

Sylvie soon arrived, and Frank told her everything.

To his surprise, Sylvie was not surprised!

"What, was there a precedent?" Frank asked.

Sylvie nodded. "Not everyone is a poet, and in all likelihood, they plagiarized

someone famous. It's not just Slender Shade—the Verselet Works is a well-known target too."

"Anyway, you can fly, can't you? Take me up to the skies and check out the surroundings!"

Frank then picked her up and took to the skies.

Sylvie looked around, and her eyes lit up. "So that's why they used such a cliche poem for the riddle!"

Frank was at once interested. "You have an idea now?"

Sylvie pointed at the layout around them. "Just look at the landscape around Huxlem. Don't you think the town forms something like a cottage?"

Frank looked from afar.

It was a stretch, but the hills around Huxlem boxed in the city like a natural fence around the lawn of a cottage.

"And then check out that river. Don't you agree that it's wide?"

Frank nodded. This was not even a stretch-it was a wide river.

"And when it comes to rivers, you have a riverbed when it's wide. So when the author wrote 'the moon river by the bed', I'd bet it's the round marsh to the south side of the river."

Frank nodded in agreement. "Continue!"

"And then the next hint: frost on the

the next

earth. Frost is a layer of ice that forms on a solid surface, when the ona.s

air contains more water vapor than it can normally hold at a specifie temperature. And with so much. vapor in that marsh, don't you think it would freeze over?"

Frank smiled in wry amusement. "Forget the marsh-plenty of parts of the north

would freeze over even if the vapor around wasn't that dense."

Sylvie smiled, nodding. "In other words, the maestro was trying to tell us that his tomb is where the frost is the thickest."

Frank nodded. "But if Jeeves' community could turn their neighborhood inside out, why haven't the people of Huxlem done the same?"

"Don't forget about the undercurrents in any large body of water!"

Sylvie pointed out, "Even if the maestro forged a mystical item as you have described, he had most likely kept it in his coffin. And with the constant movement of the undercurrent, what do you think would happen?"

Frank understood with a start. "So you're saying that unless they excavate every location simultaneously, they would never find the coffin even if they dug everywhere?"

That made sense. Forget the ancient times-even with modern technology, they could not cover that much ground in the matter of days.

Moreover, there were plenty of residents around. Unlike bygone days, money was not the answer to everything. When pushed too far, your victims would even decide to kill you and be done with it.

Frank then asked, "Anything else?"

Syvlie thought about it and replied, "Vapor moves, so it doesn't mean a fixed spot throughout the year. The other details would be the date or time.. But I'm sure it's this month. In fact, the autumn solstice festival is frequently associated with moon gazing, after all!" noveldrama

Frank nodded. "That means you're more than formidable compared to Jeeves' ancestors, Ms. Wal."