The scene in front of him reminded Klein of the romance story that Talim Dumont had told him.
His noble friend had fallen in love with a commoner woman and refused to marry anyone but her. This was something that was absolutely not allowed in the upper circles of the nobles. Talim was very vexed by this and almost hired someone to kill him, but in the end, he convinced the woman to leave his friend on her own accord.
Could the protagonist of this story be Edessak Augustus? All aspects of the situation match. As a prince, marrying a commoner is an act of treason in this era. Since the founding of Rouen, the spouse of a direct member of the Augustus family can only be a noble woman … From what I heard just now, Edessak has found that commoner woman again? Furthermore, he's even grounded her as punishment? True love … In just an instant, the story of a tyrannical prince and a pitiful little white flower took shape in Klein's mind.
He emptied his gaze and admired the midwinter scenery in front of him.
"This isn't what it really looks like now. When spring comes and the green grass sprouts, you'll see a golf course of the highest standards." Prince Edessak dismissed the maid, raised his whip, and pointed around.
"Golf?" As Klein asked, he had already figured out the answer.
Prince Edessak motioned for the guards and attendants to stay away, leaving only the old butler and Klein by his side.
As he strolled across the barren plains, he chuckled.
"Yes, golf. This is a sport that truly belongs to the nobles. It's very difficult for the owners of most magazines and newspapers to participate in it.
"Although I don't like Rosell, I have to admit that his fantastic ideas have given us an interesting World. If you can figure out Talim's death, this place will be open to you at any time."
It really is Rosell … Klein exhaled softly.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Prince Edessak continued to sigh.
"Rosell is worth learning from in all aspects, but his attitude towards relationships disgusts me. Of course, this is the common style and style of most nobles with Intis. It's also the source of their obsession with luxury and decadence."
Edessak looked at the slow stream in front of him and said in a mature tone that transcended his age, "Ninety-nine percent of people aren't geniuses like Rosell.
"Ninety-nine percent of people aren't geniuses like Roussel. If you want to succeed and build a great career, you have to figure out what you really want and what price you're willing to pay for it. Then, you have to walk down this path without looking back."
At this point, his tone softened and he laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Before this year, I always thought that I liked the daughter of the Earl Of Hall. She has perfect looks, elegant manners, a rich fortune, an illustrious family, and a very powerful father. This is a marriage partner that a prince can't be picky about. However, I now understand that what really attracts me, what I even dream of possessing, is a unique temperament and a deep soul born of experience. Heh, I'm not saying that the young lady of the Earl Of Hall's family doesn't have temperament, but that's not what I want, admire, or like."
Your Highness, your tone, attitude, and expression are almost identical to Talim's when he was alive … Don't suddenly die in front of me. Even if I jump into the Tussock River, I won't be able to clear my name … And if I hear too much of such things, it's easy to be silenced. Are you trying to tie me to your chariot … Klein felt an inexplicable fear.
He cleared his throat and changed the topic.
"Your Highness, with your identity and status, you definitely won't lack subordinates. There are plenty of people willing to investigate Talim's death for you. Why do you have to look for me?"
Edessak shook his head and chuckled.
"As a prince, I have as much power as I don't have freedom. There are many things I can't let the people around me do. Most of the eyes are on me.
"You're a capable and intelligent detective, and you have a good relationship with Talim. You were also at the scene at the time, so I don't think there's anyone more suitable than you.
"Don't worry, if there really is a problem, I can definitely guarantee your safety."
This kind of promise is like toilet paper in the bathroom … Klein couldn't help but silently criticize.
Prince Edessak had already said this much. He felt that if he refused again, he might not be able to leave Red Rose Manor, so he could only sigh.
He could only sigh and say, "Actually, I'm as angry as you about Talim's death, but reality forces me to remain calm."
A smile appeared on Edessak's face.
"What help do you need from me?"
"Talim's hair, flesh and blood, plus his personal belongings." Klein made a request.
"Alright, I'll get someone to send these things to your house." Edessak immediately agreed and then asked curiously, "Only these?"
Klein did not hold back.
"I'll only know what kind of help I need after I have a preliminary direction. Your Royal Highness, it would be best if you could give me a way to contact you. A private detective coming to this manor all the time is bound to arouse suspicion. "
Edessak nodded and said as if he had been prepared for this.
"I'll have someone secretly rent the house next to yours, which is 13 Minsk Street. When you need to contact them, write a letter to visit your new neighbor and put it in the mailbox. As for the reward, you should know that I'm not a stingy person. Even if there's no result in the end, as long as you make a contribution and bear the risk, there will be a corresponding income. If you do find out the truth, I'll give you a reward that will be enough for you to live in retirement."
"His Royal Highness is very vigorous and resolute … Retirement, that's at least 3,000 pounds …" Klein secretly sighed.
"Alright, may Talim's spirit find peace in the kingdom of storms and lightning." He bowed.
Edessak nodded slightly and instructed the old butler.
"You take Detective Moriarty out and send him back to Minsk Street."
You're not even asking me to stay for lunch? Isn't that a little too arrogant to treat a guest? Of course, the main reason is that it's still a long time before noon … Klein silently teased.
He followed the old butler all the way to the entrance of the manor and retrieved his holster, revolver, and bullets.
...
Inside 15 Minsk Street, Klein stood in front of the oriel window and watched the carriage with the royal coat of arms depart.
If I really want to investigate deeper, Sherlock and Moriarty might die at any moment … Someone might be watching me now. Well, not for the time being. After all, I haven't taken any action yet … Klein frowned slightly and stood quietly.
At this moment, he had an unprecedented urgency to advance to Faceless.
I can't just wait for the Machinery Hivemind to explore the Amon family's mausoleum. I have to continue trying to buy the Human-skinned Shadow characteristic from other channels. After all, no one knows how long the Machinery Hivemind will prepare. What if it takes more than a month, or even more than half a year? That's not impossible. First, I'll send someone to guard the entrance and then slowly gather the corresponding information to ensure that nothing goes wrong. It's a pretty good strategy, but I can't afford to wait that long … Klein made up his mind as his thoughts ran wild.
At 2: 45 in the afternoon, he carried the newspaper into the bathroom and actively prepared for this week's Tarot Gathering.
Three o 'clock sharp.
A dark red and illusory light soared as Audrey Hall looked around in a good mood.
Last night, she had finally obtained the Sequence 7 Psychiatrist potion formula that she had dreamed of. At this moment, she still felt a mixture of excitement, agitation, and steadiness. And Psychological Alchemy didn't ask her to contribute immediately, calling it an advance.
They fully believed that Miss Audrey had an outstanding ability to "repay."
There are no new members … Audrey stood up and cast her gaze at the end of the long bronze table. She lifted her skirt and bowed.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool ~ Good afternoon …"
Her light and cheerful voice broke the eternal silence above the gray fog, allowing Klein, who was feeling a little depressed, to temporarily free himself from the troubles of the outside world.
He nodded slightly in response to the greetings of the members.
When she sat down again, Audrey brought the figures of the other members into her view, forming a dynamic scene with the scenes she had previously observed.
After Mr. The Hanging Man bowed, he quietly sized up Mr. Fool with inconspicuous curiosity. Then, he looked at Mr. World with some anticipation … In other words, he, who has a close relationship with the Church of the Storm, knows the details of the Duke Of Negan's assassination. He knows that Hero Bandit Dark Emperor has appeared, and he has the desire to investigate the truth behind this matter … It seems like the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic that Mr. World entrusted him to sell on his behalf has yielded results. It's very likely that he has found one of the two materials, the Human-skinned Shadow characteristic or the Deep-sea Naga's hair …
Sun's emotions are very stable and somewhat relaxed. This means that he believes that the City of Silver's surveillance on him has been lifted … What did he rely on to make that judgment? Being rearranged into the so-called exploratory team?
Fors feels a little depressed amidst her relaxation … She passed the test of the member of the House of Abraham and became his student, but she was forced to accept something that was disadvantageous to her?
Mr. World is as cold and deep as usual … Perhaps I'll only be able to grasp his emotional changes and thoughts when I reach Sequence 7 or even Sequence 6 …
Hmm, The Fool is still as mysterious, powerful, and unfathomable.
A series of thoughts flashed through Audrey's mind as she looked at the figure shrouded in the gray fog.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I've obtained three new pages of Rosell's diary."
This was a copy she had requested from the Psychological Alchemy. As she had only mentioned it last night, Escalante had only given her three pages in a rush.
"What do you want in return?" Klein asked with a smile.
Audrey replied sincerely, "Just treat it as payment for answering my question previously, alright?"
When she said this, she felt an inexplicable sense of flaunting.
When she said this, she inexplicably felt like showing off.
Mr. The Hanging Man, none of you know of the existence of the Twilight Hermit Order!
Phew, I'm really envious. I wonder what difficult question Miss Justice has asked him in private … I'll write to Teacher when I get back and ask if he has Rosell's diary. No, I have to tell others that it's his notebook … Magicians Fors immediately felt a desire and motivation.
Under The Hanging Man's suspicious gaze, Klein nodded nonchalantly.
"Sure."
Audrey quickly conjured three yellowish-brown diary pages and passed them to Mr. Fool.
Klein took a look and saw that the first page wrote:
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