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"The royal family..." Klein took the letter sent by Essinger Stanton and said to himself silently.

He looked up and saw the raindrops falling out of the window, and the gas street lights exude a circle of quiet halo.

Inside the living room, the coffee table was neat and tidy, a few stacks of newspapers were placed in a corner, and there was no sound around.

Klein sat on the sofa, leaning forward slightly and silent for a long time.

After nearly ten minutes, he spit out the turbidity, shook his head, and slowly and seriously threw the letter in his hand into the trash can.

He slowly stood up and went to the second floor without expression.

The letter from Essinger Stanton in the trash can sneaked into the fire and quickly rolled up, turning into a dark ashes.

............

On Monday morning, Klein stood in front of the wash mirror and held the temples on both sides with his right thumb and middle finger, and slammed it slightly.

After doing all this, he unscrewed the faucet, buried his body, and took the cold tap water to the face, washing his face in a chill.

When he became spiritual again, he hung up the towel and went to the first floor. He simply made a single-faced fried egg with buttered toast.

Of course, a cup of black tea with a few lemon slices is both thirsty and greasy.

After breakfast, and leisurely looking through the remaining newspapers, Klein suddenly heard the sound of the doorbell making a jingle.

"Who? New commission? Isn't the 'heart of machinery' already exploring the mausoleum of the Amon family? No, not so fast..." Klein made a slap, put a napkin and a newspaper, and walked slowly toward the door.

When he held the handle, his mind naturally appeared as a visitor outside the door:

It was a middle-aged gentleman dressed in a meticulous manner. The shirt was white and white, and the thick gray-blue vest perfectly embraced the belly. The long tuxedo dress had clear lines and no trace of flaws.

The gentleman was wearing a pair of bright leather shoes and could not see the signs of rain and mud.

He wore double white woven gloves, two enamels with a few silver hairs, and the face was heavily grainy, and the light brown eyes were serious enough to not contain a smile.

I don't know... Klein muttered and opened the door.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" he asked politely.

The middle-aged gentleman took off his hat and pressed it on his chest to perform a ceremony with the most standard posture:

"I am a steward and will invite you, my husband, to Mr. Sherlock Moratti."

"Do I know your master? What is he looking for for me?" Klein was full of fog.

But at this time, he had noticed that the carriage was parked across the cement road. The outer casing was dark and thick, and the inside of the window was covered with curtains. At first glance, it was not ordinary.

The low-key reveals luxury... Klein stares at it and suddenly finds a prominent coat of arms in the car.

The main body of the coat of arms is a sword that is vertically downward, and the handle of the sword has a red crown.

This... "Sword of Judgment"... represents the "Judge of Judgment" of the royal family Augustus! Klein’s heart glimpsed and broadly understood the origins of the butler.

Perhaps he is still a more powerful extraordinary person... Klein made a guess in his heart.

The professional and rigorous steward did not care about his review, showing a polite smile:

"You and my host have not seen each other, but you should be known, you have been providing him with clues to the organization symbolized by the tarot card, and he also paid the money you need."

Sure enough, it was the big man that Talim had mentioned. I have been using plausible fake news to defraud the funds, and even passed the expenses that the old Kohler needs to reimburse. In this case, it is not good to refuse the invitation of the other party. Especially Talim is still dead... Klein has been indulging for two seconds:

"Is your master looking for me in the past, for the death of Tallim?"

"Yes, Talim is his friend. He is sad and confused for his death, and he heard that you were at the scene." The old housekeeper said clearly.

No, I don't... Klein wants to deny it, but in the end he can only nod:

"Yes, I watched Tallim die in front of me."

"It's a sad and regrettable thing." The old butler said in a sincere voice, "Would you like to accept the invitation of my master?"

Do I still have reason to refuse? That looks very suspicious! Maybe you are on the spot... Klein looks at each other:

"I have nothing in the morning."

"Okay, Mr. Moriarty, please." The old butler bent slightly, extending the right palm of the white glove and pointing to the carriage opposite the concrete road.

Hey, always avoiding contact with the big guys, the result is that because of Tlim’s death, he has to face the one behind him... I don’t know if it will attract attention or more in-depth background investigation... I have to advance Do a good job of the plan, always ready to give up the identity of this stronghold... Also, get the characteristics of the human skin shadow and the hair of the deep sea Naga as soon as possible, and promote to "no face" as soon as possible! In that way, my ability to resist risks has doubled! When Klein put on his coat, put on his hat, and walked toward the carriage with the royal coat of arms, he had already thought about the following things.

At this time, the servant carried by the old housekeeper helped him open the door.

Stepping on the thick brown carpet and looking at the wooden cabinets containing red wine, white wine, champagne, Langzi, and Blackland, and the crystal-polished cups, Klein was somewhat restrained and found a window. Sit down.

——Lang Qi refers to the strong distilled liquor brewed by pure malt. There are many kinds, such as the “strong lyrics” that sailors like to drink. Now the bottles in the cabinet are obviously high-end goods. As for Heland, it is It refers to the spirit distilled liquor mixed with other grains. Like Langzi, it belongs to the Lun characteristics.

Looking at the carriage passing through the wet streets, Klein asked casually:

"Are you in Queens?"

"No, my master is waiting for you at the Red Rose Manor on the outskirts of Queens." The old housekeeper did not hide.

It seems to be the royal estate... Klein thought about it, smiled and asked:

"Can you tell me the identity of your master now?"

The old butler’s straight back is getting more and more straight, and the chin is raised:

"He is a descendant of the 'founder', 'protector', he is the descendant of the 'strong man', he is the fifth child of His Majesty the King, Count of Rustin, His Royal Highness Prince Edessack Augustus ""

It turned out to be the Three Princes, the second-lowest prince, but it seems that there are also 21-year-olds... Klein recalls the occasional descriptions in the Craig Club and in newspapers and magazines.

The carriage drove through a strip of street and went northwest from the area with the artificial lake. It took more than an hour to finally reach a manor with a very large area.

At the entrance of the manor, Klein accepted the inspection of two soldiers wearing red trousers and red uniforms, and did not hide the presence of the gun bag and the revolver.

He believes that some people around Edsac must be able to see that they carry guns, and they simply want to rely on illusion to deceive, it is easy to be self-defeating.

Anyway, the prince knows that I am a private investigator. His men will definitely not send the guests to the police station because I illegally took the gun... Klein watched the soldiers take the gun bag and the revolver and was told to pick it up. .

After two double checks, Klein followed the old housekeeper around the main house and went to a wide area with hills and water.

The only downside here is that the vegetation has long since faded due to the midwinter, and it is ridiculous.

Hey, hey, hey, a few horses ran from a distance and stopped in front.

A young man in white trousers, high-heeled black boots, a slim shirt and a dark rider suit quickly dismounted and walked over, while the rest followed him.

He took off his helmet-like hat to protect his head and smiled at Klein:

"I finally saw you, Moriatti detective."

Seeing him, Clayton had a bright feeling, not because he was handsome, but because he was like Henry Augustus I printed on a five-pound note.

Edsac Augustus also has a round face and a pair of narrow eyes, but not serious at all, but always with a smile, young and energetic.

"I didn't know that I was entrusted to you by the prince." Kline bent down and gave a gift.

Edsac took the whip and snorted in the palm of his hand. Hehe smiled:

"I heard about the important role you played in the two cases of 'serial killer' and 'desire apostle'. Talim's recommendation is really good. Hey, who can think of him, who was racing with me a few days ago? This left the world and went to the country of storms and lightning."

Since the founding of the country, the Augustus family has always believed in the "master of the storm."

Before Klein answered, he sank and said:

"The investigation into the death of Tali has not passed me, Mr. Moriarty, I hope you can help me find out the truth."

What are the conclusions of the rest of the royal family? Your two brothers? One up is the extent of this kind of roll, I can't stand it... and, Sir His Royal Highness, your style is really direct... Klein sighs:

"Although it is a pity, I still want to say that Talim died of a sudden heart attack."

"Yes? There is a message from the 'Penalizer' that there is a big detective named Sherlock Moriatti who has identified a trace of curse on Talim." Prince Edsac chuckled. One sound.

Klein can only respond with a smile:

"His Royal Highness, you should know my principles, and I want to live another fifty years."

"Isn't Talim your friend?" Prince Edsack immediately asked.

Klein didn't know what to answer. Suddenly a maid came from the main house and walked quickly to the prince. He said a few words in a low voice.

Edsacton boarded his face:

"Tell her, can't go out!"

After that, he took two steps, the serious expression eased, and the blue eyes were a little softer and helpless:

"But I allowed her to leave the room and walk around the manor."