After watching Miss Messenger leave, Klein looked at the letter in his hand and considered the problem of West Balam once again.
He believed that he had to be prepared for Mr. Aztec to not reply for a month. That was to say, when July came, he might head to West Balam with a few military personnel without the protection of the former Death Consul. This way, the shadow of Rose School would forever hang over his head.
Two plans. If it's confirmed that the danger is extremely high, I'll directly abandon the identity of Dawn Dantès. Instead, I'll seriously consider the client list. I won't include any faction that's suspected to be connected to Rose School … Hmm, why don't I first set a target and control any accidents … The intelligence provided by Dhaniz likely came from Vice Admiral Iceberg. There are two native generals that appear rather unique … Any other faction, regardless of what, will be labeled as being closer to Rouen, Intis, Feysac, or Feynapotter. Perhaps there are many factions that have their own inclinations to achieve a balance. Only they don't have any foreign countries in their annotations. They only have the support of the Charismatic Order … Klein read the contents of the letter from the beginning and vaguely grasped something.
He had a preliminary suspicion that the two native generals were connected to the Church of Knowledge. Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina didn't label them because she was deliberately highlighting their uniqueness. She was telling German Sparrow that they were partners he could work with.
This way, she didn't need to worry about the possibility of Dhaniz leaking information. This was because there was no information to leak. All that existed was hints.
Maysanchez, Katami … The former has the support of the royal family in the Charismatic Order, while the latter secretly claims to be a descendant of Death … Heh, even if it's true, it's an unknown number of generations of descendants. If I were to meet Mr. Aztec, how should I address him? Klein laughed as he flicked his wrist and burned the letter.
Following that, he enjoyed an exquisite afternoon tea in a half-open room with a balcony until Butler Walter came in and whispered, "Sir, another police officer has come.
It's regarding Cuarón's suicide. "
On the surface, the clues pointed to Dawn Dantès. Therefore, even with Baron Syndras handling the aftermath, the police still had to visit from time to time. Otherwise, the reporters would definitely accuse them of malfeasance.
As for Member of Parliament Macht's assault, as Dawn Dantès was only a relatively important eyewitness, he wasn't disturbed after his statement was recorded.
"Invite them to the living room on the second floor by the garden." Klein put the half-eaten light cream sponge cake back on the tray and took a sip of black tea.
As the master, he didn't have to worry about wasting the afternoon tea because the rest belonged to the servingmen and maids. If he ate it all or asked for it to be just right every time, his reputation of being stingy would spread among the servants on this block and enter the ears of the ladies and gentlemen.
Walter's expression didn't change much as he replied,
"They want to invite you to the police station because today is the day that Cuarón's family identifies the suspect.
"They said that they were very sorry, but this is a necessary procedure and can't be missing."
Klein slowly stood up.
"I understand. Richardson, get my coat, hat, and cane."
Since he had already jumped out, he was rather willing to see what Cuarón and his family had encountered from a bystander's point of view. He wanted to know how the matter would turn against Baron Syndras.
…
North Borough Police Station. In a spacious room.
Through a glass wall, Klein saw Cuarón's family. There was an old man, an old granny, a lady in her forties, a fifteen-year-old boy, and a girl who wasn't even ten.
Their gazes swept across the suspects behind the glass wall and simultaneously landed on Dawn Dantès's face.
"It's him! It's him! " The boy shouted loudly as his eyes turned red. He clenched his fists and attempted to charge at the glass wall.
"It's him, Officer. It's him." The lady in her forties suddenly wept as she looked at Dawn Dantès with eyes filled with hatred and animosity.
The girl she was holding cried out loudly.
"Daddy! Return me Daddy! "
The two elders wiped their tears. One forced himself to remain calm, while the other nearly fainted from sobbing. A sorrowful atmosphere instantly spread.
However, Klein had never even seen them before.
Memories were implanted into them? He frowned slightly as he sighed and guessed at what Cuarón's family had encountered.
At the same time, in the underground morgue of the police station.
Daly Simone picked up a pencil and began sketching with her body trembling slightly.
As she was here to help out at the police station, there was a possibility of encountering newspaper reporters. Therefore, she didn't wear her usual Spirit Medium robe. Instead, she changed into a black-and-white checkered female police uniform. She had a top, skirt, and knee-high leather boots.
At that moment, her palm moved uncontrollably. Soon, a desk, oriel window, an ink bottle, a revolver, and other items appeared on the surface of the paper.
A silhouette was reflected in the oriel window.
The figure's hair was neatly combed back, a mixture of silver and black. He had a wide forehead, high cheekbones, and many wrinkles. He was none other than Baron Syndras!
Pa! The pencil in Daly's hand dropped onto the paper.
She looked up and said to Leonard Mitchell, who had taken the initiative to help, and the two inspectors in charge of communications.
"The second Cuarón committed suicide, there was a rather strong resistance in his heart. In other words, his suicide was hinted and guided. This isn't a simple psychological problem. It definitely involves high-level Beyonder powers.
"And this contradiction and resistance caused his emotions to break down and his spirituality to explode. To a certain extent, he was restored to his true self before his death. This is the scene that was fixed in his' eyes. '"
The high-ranking inspector by the side frowned.
"Ma 'am Simone, are you implying that the final person Cuarón saw was the real murderer? Baron Syndras is really the real murderer? "
Leonard Mitchell immediately scoffed.
"What the eyes see might not be the truth.
"You might not understand the illusion I'm talking about, but if I were the murderer, I could've found someone who looked like Baron Syndras to appear in the room before Cuarón committed suicide."
The two inspectors were very satisfied with this explanation as they heaved a sigh of relief.
"We'll immediately arrange for Cuarón's family to come over. I'll have to trouble the two of you to obtain more realistic clues without harming them."
"Alright." Daly rubbed the corner of her eyes and said, "I'll head to the washroom first."
This time, she didn't wear the strange eyeshadow or blush. Apart from her pale skin, she didn't look bewitching at all. Furthermore, she appeared much younger. She went from being in her thirties to being in her twenties. She had bright eyes and beautiful facial features.
Realizing that he would be busy for a long period of time, Leonard Mitchell also left the morgue and headed for the washroom on the upper floor.
Just as the two finished walking down the stairs and rounded a corner, they suddenly saw a gentleman with white sideburns appear at the other end of the corridor. He was walking towards the police station's entrance with a manservant.
This gentleman was mature and elegant. He had a pair of eyes that were as deep as a lake under the moon. It was none other than Dawn Dantès.
Daly Simone was in a daze for a moment. She turned her head thoughtfully and looked at Leonard Mitchell. She realized that the black-haired, green-eyed "poet" was also staring at Dawn Dantès.
"Why did you suddenly apply to help me? That member of the Charismatic Order should be locked down soon. You don't lack things to do … "Daly didn't give Leonard a chance to find an excuse. She paused for a second and asked directly," Do you think there's something wrong with that gentleman? "
Leonard retracted his gaze and was silent for two seconds.
"Dawn Dantès greets Your Grace."
He deliberately didn't confirm or deny it. He only mentioned Saint Anthony in a seemingly irrelevant answer.
In other words, the Archbishop didn't say that there was something wrong with Dawn Dantès. As for whether he didn't realize it or simply didn't say it, no one knew.
Daly nodded gently and turned her gaze towards the washroom.
…
On Wednesday morning, Audrey Hall, who held the invitation letter, rode a carriage and arrived at Phelps Street, where Saint Samuel Cathedral was located.
The soon-to-be established Rouen Charity Bursary Foundation was located at 22 of this street. The building belonged to the Church of Evernight, so there was no need to pay rent.
Before getting off the carriage, Audrey held the invitation letter in her hand and looked at the scenery outside the window. She was filled with anticipation for the future.
She would become a member of the board and enter the fundraising and external liaison department.
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