William Sikes … A steward of a manor … Klein repeated the man's answer inwardly before changing the topic to the flag and the White Rose War.
After exchanging a few words, he politely bade farewell and, with Butler Walter and valet Richardson, walked to the other cabinets and continued his tour. It was as though their encounter was a trivial matter that happened by chance.
Near noon, Klein, who had returned to the high-end four-wheeled carriage, looked at the bicycles outside and suddenly said,
"Walter, you seem to know Mr. William Sikes?"
Walter nodded solemnly.
"I met him once when I was working for Viscount Conrad.
"He serves a member of the royal family, the previous Earl of Lastings, Prince Edessak."
He didn't hide anything as he explained William Sikes's background in detail.
Once served Prince Edessak? After this prince died due to the Great Smog of Baekeland, he actually lived quite well. I wonder which manor's steward he became … Perhaps he knows some secrets? Klein nodded slightly and didn't ask further. He was wondering if he should find an opportunity to investigate William Sikes.
If William Sikes really knew something, the royal family's faction wouldn't ignore it. Or perhaps, he belonged to that faction. In short, investigating him would be a rather dangerous matter. I can't entrust Miss Magicians, Emlyn White, or Miss Xio to do it … Miss Sharon is capable enough, but this might very well cause her stable life to be destroyed … The best solution is to use Hero Bandit Black Emperor. But the problem is that before I steal the Antigonus family's notebook, my investigation of the Great Smog of Baekeland should be limited to the periphery. I don't want to alarm anyone or bring about any unexpected changes … Klein appeared to be enjoying the scenery outside the window as many thoughts flashed through his mind.
Finally, he decided to endure it for the time being. He didn't wish to spoil the most important matter at hand.
After lunch and an afternoon nap, Klein received his education in literary appreciation all the way until evening.
After sending his tutor off, he was about to head to the dining hall on the second floor when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
Amidst the clanking sounds, Klein glanced at Richardson. The valet immediately took a few steps forward and opened the door.
Standing outside were two policemen in black and white checkered uniforms. From their epaulets, it could be seen that one was a senior inspector and the other was a police chief.
"Officer, what's the matter?" Richardson asked on behalf of his employer.
The senior inspector was a tall and thin man. His black hair was hidden under his hat, revealing only his sideburns. He scanned the room and smiled warmly.
"I'm here to see Mr. Dawn Dantès. There's a case involving him and his butler."
"What case?" Klein walked slowly to the door. "I'm Dawn Dantès."
After introducing himself, he said politely,
"Officers, how should I address you?
"If the matter is troublesome and requires a long time, why don't you come to my reception room and have a chat over tea?"
The other police officer, who was the chief officer, was a very handsome lady. She was obviously a little tempted. She looked at the senior inspector next to her and waited for her superior's decision.
Due to the Church of the Evernight Goddess, there were quite a number of female police officers in Rouen's police force. However, due to the influence of other beliefs, social trends, and other aspects, they were still discriminated against to a certain extent when it came to promotions and positions. Most of them were internal clerks, and there was an invisible ceiling to their advancement.
The high-ranking inspector smiled.
"There's no need for tea, but we'll have to ask your servants."
He paused and finally got to the point.
"Mr. Dawn Dantès, do you know William Sikes?"
"We met at the Royal Museum this morning." Klein vaguely felt that something unexpected had happened and took the initiative to ask, "Did something happen to him?"
The high-ranking inspector retracted his smile.
"He died. He died in a hotel near the Royal Museum."
"Dead?" Klein did not hide his astonishment.
I just met him and he's dead?
Had he been targeted a long time ago?
The high-ranking inspector nodded seriously.
"Yes, the cause of death is a little complicated. We can't eliminate the possibility of murder."
"What about his female companion?" Klein asked with a frown. "He had a female companion when I met him."
"That lady was his mistress. When she left the hotel, William Sikes was still alive. This is something that the hotel's attendants can confirm, because they later sent red wine over." The high-ranking inspector gave a simple summary of the situation. "Where did you go after leaving the Royal Museum?"
"I returned here directly. Lunch, sleep, and lessons. My servants, my neighbors, and my literature teacher can all testify to this," Klein answered frankly.
He then turned his head and said to Richardson, "I'm not sure.
"Get Walter over."
Soon, Butler Walter walked down from the second floor wearing a white glove and answered the same question.
After the two officers obtained Dawn Dantès's approval, they questioned Richardson and the other servants, but they didn't discover any problems.
They didn't stay and politely bade farewell before visiting the surrounding neighbors.
Klein's appetite wasn't affected by this matter. He went up to the second floor and enjoyed his dinner.
After that, time flew by as he leisurely read. Before he slept, Klein looked at the night scenery outside the window and waited for his valet, Richardson, to take away the fruits in his room.
Suddenly, he asked without turning his head, "What did Walter do in the afternoon?"
"He's been handling all sorts of matters. He hasn't left," Richardson replied softly.
Klein nodded slightly and didn't press further. He suspected that he was overthinking things.
Klein nodded slightly and didn't ask further. He suspected that he was overthinking things.
In the middle of the night, Klein's spirituality was triggered as he jolted awake.
He pricked up his brows, got up from the bed, and walked to the window, pulling open a gap in the curtains.
Under the dim moonlight, in the deep night, Klein's spirituality was triggered as he jolted awake.
Under the dim moonlight, in the deep night, a figure carefully arrived at the side of the outer wall from the garden path and flipped over it.
He had a broad forehead, raven-black hair, and stern brown eyes. He was none other than Butler Walter.
He's agile and his movements are smooth. He's either a well-trained person or a Low-Sequence Beyonder … Klein watched this scene as he made a preliminary judgment.
He saw Walter follow the shadows of the street and arrive at the sewer entrance that Hazel had previously entered. He removed the manhole cover and climbed down, not forgetting to restore it.
Why is everyone so skilled at crawling down the sewers? Mr. Butler probably didn't do this late at night; otherwise, my spirituality would've warned me. After all, he left from my "territory" … This means that he's somewhere else. Before he became my butler, he often did such things … The corners of Klein's mouth curled up as he returned to the bed and took out an iron cigar case from under his pillow.
He wanted to control Wraith Señor to follow Walter and see what he was doing.
I hope it doesn't exceed 100 meters, or I'll have to enter the sewers … As Klein muttered to himself, he returned to the back of the curtain.
His marionette, Señor, immediately used the mysterious connection between the different mirrors to jump to the street lamp beside the sewer entrance. Then, it passed through the manhole cover and silently followed.
Klein saw Walter walk forward for about ten meters before turning into an even more secluded and sinister tunnel. There was moss and filth on the walls and ground.
Suddenly, the butler stopped and said to someone, "Come on, let's go.
"Why are you so impulsive?
"Why not wait for a better opportunity?"
Soon, a weak and slightly hoarse female voice responded to Walter's question.
"This is the best opportunity.
"I don't know how long it will take for him to return to the manor."
"But why are you still so seriously injured?" Walter asked worriedly.
The female voice chuckled.
"William Sikes is much stronger than you and I imagined. This is probably the only way he fits his secret identity.
"No matter what, I finally got a clue from him. After so long, I finally have a chance to get close to the truth."
"You don't have to be in such a hurry," Walter said after a moment of silence.
The weak female voice chuckled and said, "I've already sold my soul to an evil god.
"I've already sold my soul to the Evil God. The only meaning in my life now is revenge."
Walter exhaled and said, "Continue hiding here.
"You continue to hide here, I will prepare food for you until you recover.
"If anything happens, use the old method to contact me."
That weak female voice was silent for a long time.
"When he was alive, he had many self-proclaimed loyal subordinates, but after he died, only a few people still remembered him and were willing to take risks for him. You are the one who surprised me the most."
"He was the first noble to give me such treatment, and he's also the person I'm truly loyal to," Walter replied in a deep voice.
Klein, who had heard the conversation through his marionette, vaguely understood the entire story.
After Prince Edessak's death, a few people loyal to him were secretly investigating the truth behind his suicide. Walter was one of them. However, he was mainly in charge of gathering intelligence on the surface, as well as using his identity to provide some aid … This is likely the additional development that Arrodes mentioned …
Klein immediately got Wraith Señor to turn invisible and sneak into the secluded passageway. He saw Walter standing sideways and talking to someone. And in the spot he was blocking, there was a woman in a black dress sitting against the wall. Her face was rather pale.
After the woman heard Walter's words, she chuckled and looked towards the exit.
"It's time for you to leave. Be careful not to be discovered."
She turned her head, allowing Klein to see her clearly. Her face was slightly round, and her eyes were slender. She had a gentle temperament and a hidden sweetness. She was an extremely outstanding and charming girl, and she was also an "acquaintance" of Klein's.
Trissy!
Trissy Cheek!
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