The knight extracted the key words from such a passage, and then glanced at Viscount Scott in the carriage, and the dead man would not look good, he just glanced at it, and then followed in the direction pointed out by the butler.

The sad and angry butler stood in the cold wind for a while, and seemed to finally think of what else he could do, got back into the car, and closed the door.

The coachman was a little stunned when such a big thing happened, but when he heard the butler's words, he moved quickly, and the carriage began to drive away.

"A nobleman should have a decent one after he dies. ”

The butler muttered these words, and turned his face to look out the window, the small white gauze curtain in the glass window was not completely closed, and he could see the street under the fog, and some people with inexplicable looks, who did not know what was going on, were all looking here, and one of them was very mentally resting on his feet, and his eyes were full of light behind the lenses.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, that reporter...

Jack subconsciously avoided the place where the butler might see, and his mental power also shrank back, he didn't want to touch the other party at this time, the situation was a little messy, he hadn't seen it yet, and he didn't want to cause unexpected attention.

In the crowd, the young man with glasses helped his glasses, he tilted his head sideways, his eyes swept over some people who continued the same way, and when he saw Jack, he hesitated, walked over quickly, leaned over slightly, and asked, "Have you been here just now?"

"Hmm. Jack did not deny the obvious.

"Do you see anything?"

The man in glasses continued to ask, his eyes glinting with a light that only comes from something of interest.

Jack nodded again, and leaned back in a deliberately frightened gesture in an attempt to distance themselves from each other.

The man in glasses smiled and said, "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Field, you may not have heard my name, I'm a journalist, I have some questions for you, can you answer me?

He pulled out a banknote, and did not fool Jack because of his young age, the man on the note had a faint smile and a noble calmness.

There was no more direct temptation than a coin, and Jack nodded, and was about to reach out to take it, but Field slyly withdrew his hand, avoided his hand, and said, "We said yes, answer the question, and then we can take it." Answer questions honestly. ”

"Okay, I'll answer. ”

Jack nodded, and then followed Field to a nearby bakery, where there was a small booth where people could sit down and enjoy a piece of bread that was not luxurious, and the heating in the shop relieved Field, who was more accustomed to the warm and quiet atmosphere.

"How about I get you a piece of bread, maybe a glass of milk, it's extra, it doesn't count in the money, but, remember our agreement, be honest. ”

Field was used to such tactics, similar to spending money on news, but he was spending money to get more real answers.

"What's your name?"

"Jack. ”

"Okay, Jack, can you tell me what you just saw? I want to know what's going on. ”

"A carriage stopped, there was blood on it, a man said something, it was too far away, I couldn't hear clearly, and the knight was gone. ”

There wasn't much valuable information, and if he didn't cheat with mental power, Jack could see so much, he couldn't even hear the words full of acting skills, and he wouldn't know what the butler had done under the cover of the fog, and what the blue light cluster he had taken away was.

Field nodded, it was similar to what he had thought, although he looked at the tail, he could also deduce the previous situation.

"I seem to hear a word, Viscount Scott. Jack added that it was a temptation.

"Viscount Scott, why is he here?" Field's look of surprise and quick realization, "You mean, the man in the car is Viscount Scott, what, how..."

It was a carriage without a family badge, which was normal, coming to this kind of place, such a nobleman, he would definitely travel in a low-key manner, and it was possible to change to an ordinary car, so it was normal that the coachman himself did not know him, and there could not be only one coachman who served a nobleman, but, who was that person?

If Viscount Scott were to come here, who would be with him, wouldn't it be his assistant?

He's seen it, the assistant named Wren is a very calm person, and Wren has been in charge of liaison with him, it stands to reason that he will come here to investigate, and then transfer the results of the investigation to Viscount Scott through Wren's hand, so, why is Viscount Scott here?

Field's mind was spinning fast, and he recalled the man's face, and found that he was not so impressed, that he would feel vague in retrospect, but the obvious butler attire, the kind of formal attire, was a strange thing in itself at such a time.

Isn't it contradictory that a low-key trip, a carriage without a family crest, the death of a nobleman, and the presence of a suited butler by his side?

How can you be low-key when you are all dressed?

"There's something wrong with that butler, he's not Viscount Scott's butler. ”

Field sat up suddenly, and blurted out the words, he had been to the Viscount's manor, and the butler he saw at that time was not this one, of course, it could be that the other party had more than one butler, but, this possibility is too low, a viscount is not a duke, there will not be such a big pomp, so...

Slapped his forehead in annoyance, Field sat down again, but he didn't have much to think about, he felt that this point he thought was important, but he didn't know who to tell, "By the way, this is Klot, I'm looking for a shepherd, yes, shepherd!"

At this point, Field got up again, grabbed his hat and ran, almost touching the chair to the shopkeeper's sideways, and before he could say anything, the other party had already slammed the door open and rushed out.

Jack silently glanced at the somewhat reckless Field, took a sip of the milk in the glass, and raised his hand to beckon the shopkeeper, "When will I give me the bread he has paid for?"

The shopkeeper glanced at Jack, and it was obvious that he could have taken the money as a tip, for that glass of milk.

"You should know who I am, do you dare to deceive the people of the Brotherhood?" Jack's crisp voice echoed in the room, as beautiful as the call of a lark, but it made the shopkeeper show a look of disgust, the Brotherhood, of course he knew, the monthly protection fee, never less.

"Here you go, you debt collector, be careful to burn your tongue. ”

The bread that had just been brought out of the oven was steaming, and the shopkeeper brought it up and placed it on the table, and the plate made a sound of clashing, and even the bread on it seemed to jump.

"You should be kind to me, so that even if I don't take care of you in the future, at least I won't cause trouble for you. Jack licked the milk marks on his lips and whispered, picking up the bread with his fork and blowing softly on the side of his mouth.

This small shop is not large, but it faces the street, and the fog outside can't hide too much, if someone finds out, I'm afraid there will be something else, he doesn't want to be warned a second time, even if there is nothing wrong with this time, but he can't stop some people from doing nothing.

The shopkeeper was threatened by this sentence, yes, these little ghosts, they don't even need to do anything excessive, as long as they sit at the door for a while, there may be many people who will choose other shops, and he is not the only bakery on this street.

"You're such a nasty little ghost, hurry up and finish eating, let's go!"

The shopkeeper said as he took a large jug and added some milk to Jack.

"Thanks, you're such a nice guy. ”

Jack smiled even more annoying to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper snorted lightly, didn't say anything more, and returned to his counter, facing the gate, waiting for the next customer, trying to ignore Jack who was in the way.

As Jack finished his piping hot bread, he noticed someone hurrying back from the window, and Field, who had forgotten to pay for the phone, had returned.

"Great, you're still here. ”

As soon as he came in, he took off his hat, and his head was steaming, "I still thought, if you leave, I won't have anywhere to give this money, so many people, I may not be able to find you again." ”

Showing that he was not prepared to settle the bill, Field took out the coin, pushed it on the table, pressed it with a bread plate, reached out to the shopkeeper for a cup of coffee, and said with a smile: "I need a cup of hot coffee to keep the cold away, it's so cold!"

The shopkeeper smiled and agreed, "Maybe you need a hot loaf of bread, freshly baked, steaming hot and soft to your teeth." ”

"Thanks, no need, I'll just drink coffee. ”

Field said and turned his gaze back to Jack, "Are you waiting for me here?"

"Hmm. Jack nodded, "I don't think you're a defaulter, and now, your credit has been confirmed." ”

He ate the last bite of bread and pulled out the banknotes under the bread pan, while the shopkeeper brought him a cup of hot coffee and recommended his own hot bread, and Field smiled a little helplessly and said, "Thanks, I really don't need to, I ate too much in the morning." ”

"That's a shame, I dare say, my bread is the best in Cloete. The shopkeeper looked pityful.

"Next time, I'll definitely try it next time. Field smiled in response, completely dismissive of this unrealistic boast.

Jack looked at the gentle-smiling Field, and then looked at the shopkeeper who was comforted by this sentence and smiled, and smiled lightly, this is really a smart reporter, maybe he is really famous, which made the Brotherhood get the news early and prepare, and also made him show strong confidence when introducing himself, and now, in the world, he also shows good emotional intelligence, this is a more trustworthy person.

I don't know, what else can he do.

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