Inside a room without any light, a dark figure was sitting in the darkness.
He sat there alone.
All that was left in the air was a murmur, "Nothing … why is there still nothing …"
Suddenly, a bright light rose from the darkness. It was as if someone had chiseled out a hole in a dark and closed world. The light from the outside shone in and also illuminated the gloomy and gloomy soul.
The black shadow raised his head to look. The source of the light was because the door had been opened. A man wearing a white bear doll walked in with an oil lamp that emitted a dim yellow light.
The light from the lamp dispelled the darkness. Along with the sound of footsteps, he finally stopped in front of the black figure.
"Sir Red Hair." A low voice came from the white bear's mouth.
The light then shone in front of the black figure. That head of flamboyant red hair shone faintly in the dim light.
"Why are you here?" Thewis asked in a hoarse voice.
"I saw your alchemy puppets returning, sir," White Bear replied, "and they didn't come out again, so I thought …" Maybe they already finished their search.
Thewis understood what White Bear was trying to say.
"No. I didn't sense any energy signature from the puppets," Thewis said. "He's not nearby."
White Bear had guessed this as well. He hesitated for a moment. "Then what should we do now? My sister … "
Even with White Bear's help, Eureka's emotions were starting to get worse as time went by without finding Roland. Last night, she had escaped from the Exile Dimension and was now wreaking havoc in the manor. However, Sunders knocked him out with a slap.
There was a moment of silence in the air. The flame in White Bear's oil lamp flickered, illuminating Thewis' handsome face in the light.
Thewis pondered for a moment before sighing softly.
"I guess I have no choice but to ask Mister Phantom for help. Hobson, please inform Mister Phantom and … Angor, we'll meet in the main hall later. "
…
Outside of Grue Town, a knight in black armor arrived at Padt Manor, covered in dust from the long journey.
Jordan, the current guardian knight of Grue Town, was standing beside him.
"Are you sure this letter isn't for Mister Viscount?" Jordan looked at the tall knight beside him in confusion. The knight claimed to be from Waterford and was here to deliver a letter.
"Yes. The client asked me to deliver it to a noble young master named Angor." The dark knight was wearing a helmet. His voice came from the gap of his helmet.
"Did Mister Padt return to the manor already? Why didn't I hear anything about it? " Jordan muttered under his breath. Seeing the dark knight look over, he nodded. "Alright, I'll go knock on the door."
Angor was discussing his training experience with Leon in the main hall when Brulee flapped her wings and told him about a letter from a knight.
A moment later, Angor saw the dark-skinned knight who came with Jordan.
When the knight saw him, he placed his hand on his chest and presented the letter with both hands in a strict knight's gesture.
Angor was wondering who sent him the letter. But when he saw the wax seal on it, he realized who it was.
There was a picture of a pipe on the seal with a line of cursive characters.
Angor couldn't recognize the initials, but he could see the words "Detective Agency" in the back.
The knight, according to Jordan, was from Watford, so he must be the down-and-out detective he met earlier, Mr. Richard Cuff.
Since Richard had sent the letter to Padt Manor as fast as he could, he must have gotten some information.
Considering the population and size of Waterford, Richard, as an ordinary person, was able to find the results in a week's time. He lived up to his reputation as a detective. Angor couldn't help but exclaim in his mind.
He thanked the dark-skinned knight and took out a silver coin as a reward.
After Jordan left with the knight, Angor returned to the sofa with the letter in his hand.
"Who sent this letter?" Leon asked curiously.
"A detective agency. I asked someone to investigate a sailor from the Pulsatilla," Angor said as he unsealed the letter.
"A sailor from the Pulsatilla?" Leon was curious. "You think it's Roland?"
"Not at all. I'm pretty sure it's not Roland," Angor answered casually.
"Then why did you investigate him?" Hearing that it wasn't Rolando, Leon's curiosity was instantly drenched in cold rain.
"Just in case." Angor took out the letter. The thin paper had a faint scent of vine-purple orchid.
"This detective knows how nobles do things." Leon was sitting right beside Angor, so he could smell the scent as well.
Generally speaking, only nobles who were passionate about ritual and had a greater pursuit of a refined lifestyle would specially soak or burn their letters with incense. For this reason, noble families would have special incense servants. Padt Manor used to have one as well, but after the servant passed away, the job was given to a maid.
Angor opened the letter and saw rows of neat and beautiful handwriting on the paper. Even Angor had to admit that Richard's handwriting was beautiful.
Angor wasn't interested in reading the letter at all.
He started reading from the beginning of the letter, word by word.
By the time Angor finished reading the letter, Leon had finished reading as well.
The specific content was that this sailor named Fullington had come to Waterford to look for his family. After searching for a few months, he had successfully found them not long ago. They were now living in the slums of the lower city. According to the neighbors, he would soon bring them back to Moonsea City.
"So you're right. This Fulington isn't Roland," Leon said.
Angor didn't respond. Instead, Leon saw Angor frowning while staring at the letter as if he was thinking about something.
"What's wrong? Could it be that there's something wrong with this investigation report? "Leon wondered.
Angor considered for a moment. "Yes, there is."
"Is there really something wrong?" Leon took the letter from Angor and read it again. He still didn't find anything wrong with it.
Angor asked, "When we were in Moonwater City, White Bear learned something from the crew of the Pulsatilla. This Fulington left Moonwater City on the tenth day of the Month of Soothing Wind.
"Take a closer look at this report. When did he arrive in Waterford?"
Leon picked up the letter and quickly found the information. "According to the neighbors, Fulington moved into the slum on the first day of the Month of Harvest?!"
From the tenth day of the Month of Soothing Wind to the first day of the Month of Harvest, it was less than a week!
And this was only the time Fulington stayed in Waterford according to the neighbors. Fulington must have arrived much earlier!
The steam revolution in Fey Continent and Evory Kingdom had not reached the other side of the ocean yet. There were no railways or steam trains on the Old Earth yet. Long-distance travel was mostly done by horse carriages.
Leon had been to Moonwater City before, so he knew it would take at least half a month to travel from Waterford to Moonwater City even if he traveled at full speed and changed carriages every day. If he took a rest, it would take at least a month.
How did Fulington travel from the coast of Goldspink Empire to the inland area in less than a week?
"There's definitely something fishy going on here. Could this Fulington really be Rolando?" Leon asked.
"According to Richard's records, Fullington was involved in a dispute with someone two months ago. After a fight, both parties suffered varying degrees of injuries. Considering how supernaturals value their dignity, I don't think Fulington is Roland. " Angor paused. "But there is something suspicious about Fulington. I need to check it out myself."
Fulington might be related to some supernaturals, and Roland was one of them. However, Roland was not the only supernaturals in the Old Earth, so Angor could not say for sure yet.
"I'll go to Waterford right now." He stood up and prepared to leave.
"Wait. If that man is Roland, he might have something to do with Goman King. I don't know how powerful Goman King is, but my professor was scared when he mentioned him. So, you'd better not go alone. "Leon's eyes were filled with worry.
Angor still insisted that Fulington was not Roland, but Leon was right. It was better to report this to his professor first.
Angor was about to go to Sunders when he saw Sunders, Thewis, and White Bear coming in from outside.
White Bear looked at Angor in surprise. "I was going to look for you in your room. You're already in the hall."
What do you want? Angor was a little confused, but he did not think too much about it. He handed the letter to Sunders. "I sent a detective to investigate Fulington, and he's back."
Sunders already knew about this. But since Angor gave him the letter so seriously, did it mean there was something suspicious about Fulington?
Sunders did not say anything. He picked up the letter and began reading.
White Bear and Angor met Richard together, so White Bear knew about the investigation as well. "Did that sloppy detective really find something?" he asked in a low voice.
"It's hard to say. I need to check it out."
White Bear was surprised. He did not trust Richard at first, but he did not expect the man to bring back such news.
He did not know the content of the letter, but judging from Sunders' curious eyes and Angor's serious expression … The white bear suddenly had a premonition that perhaps Roland's tail had really been pulled out by a mortal detective …
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