"Royal ......," Klein muttered to himself silently, holding the letter sent by Issinger Stanton.

He looked up and saw the raindrops ticking outside the window, and the gas street lamps emitting a quiet halo after ring.

In the living room, the coffee table is neat, a few stacks of newspapers are placed in a corner, and there is no sound around.

Crane sat on the couch, leaning forward slightly, and was silent for a long time.

After nearly ten minutes, he exhaled turbidity, shook his head, and threw the letter in his hand into the trash can with slow and heavy movements.

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

The letter from Issinger Stanton in the trash can caught fire and quickly rolled up into black ashes.

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

On Monday morning, Klein stood in front of the bathroom mirror and rubbed his temples with his right thumb and middle finger, respectively, with a slight force.

After doing all this, he unscrewed the faucet, buried his body, picked up the cold tap water and splashed it on his face, and washed his face in a shiver.

Refreshed, he hung up his towel and walked to the first floor, where he simply made a one-sided fried egg with buttered toast.

Of course, a cup of black tea with a little lemon slices can quench your thirst and quench your greasyness.

After breakfast, while leisurely flipping through the remaining newspapers, Crane suddenly heard the doorbell jingle.

"Who?new commission?Could it be that the 'Machine Heart' has already explored the tomb of the Amon family?no, not so soon," Crane muttered, putting away his napkin and newspaper, and slowly walking to ......the door.

When he held the handle, he naturally thought of the appearance of a visitor outside the door:

It was a meticulously dressed middle-aged and elderly gentleman, with a snow-white shirt, a thick gray-blue vest that perfectly contained his stomach, and a long tuxedo dress with clear lines without a trace of flaws.

The gentleman wore shiny leather shoes, and there was no sign of rain or mud at all.

He wears a pair of white thread knitted gloves, his temples are mixed with a few silver strands, his face has deep nasolabial folds, and his light brown eyes are so serious that there is no hint of a smile.

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

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

The middle-aged gentleman took off his hat, pressed it to his chest, and saluted in the most standard manner:

"I am a steward, and I have come to invite you in place of my master, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty. ”

"Do I know your master, what is he looking for me for?" Crane was confused.

But by this time, he had noticed that there was a horse-drawn carriage parked on the other side of the concrete road, with a dark and solid shell, and the inside of the window was equipped with a curtain, which at first glance was not an ordinary goods.

Low-key and luxurious...... Klein stared at it, and suddenly noticed that there was a coat of arms in a prominent position on the carriage.

The main body of the coat of arms is a sword with a red crown on the hilt.

This ...... the "sword of judgment"...... The "Sword of Judgment" representing the royal Augustus family! Klein's heart sank, and he roughly understood the origin of the butler.

Perhaps he is still a powerful extraordinary...... Klein made a guess in his mind.

The professional and rigorous butler didn't pay attention to his scrutiny, and said with a polite smile:

"You and my master have not met, but you should be called acquaintance, you have been giving him clues to the organization symbolized by tarot cards, and he has paid you the money you need. ”

Sure enough, it was the big guy Talim mentioned, and I had been using plausible fake news to cheat the funds, and even passed on all the expenses that Kohler Sr. needed to be reimbursed...... It's hard to refuse the other party's invitation now, especially since Talim is still dead...... Klein pondered for two seconds and said:

"Your master came to me for Talim's death?"

"Yes, Talim was his friend, he was saddened and bewildered by his death, and he heard that you were there at the time. The old butler said clearly.

No, I don't...... Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but in the end he could only nod:

"Yes, I watched Talim die in front of me. ”

"It's really sad and regrettable. The old butler said in a sincere tone, "Are you willing to accept my master's invitation?"

Is there any reason for me to refuse? That would look very suspicious! You might be killed on the spot...... Klein looked at the other party and said:

"I happened to have nothing to do in the morning. ”

"Yes, Mr. Moriarty, please. The old butler bent slightly, stretched out his white-gloved right palm, and pointed to the carriage across the concrete road.

Hey, I've been avoiding contact with big people, but I still have to face the one behind him because of Talim's death...... I don't know if this will attract attention or more in-depth background checks...... I have to plan ahead and be ready to give up this stronghold and identity at any time...... Also, get the characteristics of the human skin shadow and the hair of the deep sea naga as soon as possible, and promote to "Faceling" as soon as possible! In that way, my ability to resist risks will be doubled! Crane has already thought about the next things when he changed into his coat, put on his hat, and walked to the carriage with the royal coat of arms.

At this time, the servant brought by the old butler helped him open the car door.

Stepping on the thick brown and yellow carpet, looking at the wooden cabinets with red wine, white wine, champagne, Ronzi, and Heland, and the crystal-polished glasses, Klein was a little restrained for a while, and found a place to sit by the window.

- Ranzi refers to the strong distilled spirits brewed from pure malt, there are many types, such as the sailors' favorite drink "Bright Rangzi", and the bottles in the cabinet are obviously high-end goods, as for Brand, it refers to the strong distilled spirits mixed with other grains fermented, and like Ranzi, they all belong to the Rune characteristics.

Watching the carriage drive through the wet streets, Klein casually asked:

"To Queens?"

"No, my master is waiting for you at the Red Rose Estate on the outskirts of Queens. The old butler didn't hide it.

It seems to be the estate of the royal family...... Klein thought for a moment, smiled and asked:

"Can you tell me who your master is now?"

The old butler's already straight back became more and more straight, and his chin was raised:

"He is the descendant of the 'Founder', the 'Protector', the son of the 'Mighty', and he is the fifth child of His Majesty the King, His Royal Highness Prince Edssack Augustus, Count Rastin. ”

It turned out to be the third prince, the second-to-last prince, but it seems that he is also twenty-one or twelve years old...... Klein recalls what he saw at the Kragg Club and the occasional description in newspapers and magazines.

It took more than an hour for the carriage to drive through the streets and detour northwest from the area with the artificial lake to a very large estate.

At the gate of the manor, Klein was inspected by two soldiers in white trousers and red uniforms, and did not hide the presence of a gun pouch and a revolver under his armpits.

He believed that there must be people around Prince Edsak who could see that he was carrying a gun, and that it was easy to be self-defeating if he tried to deceive him by illusion.

Anyway, the prince knew that I was a private investigator, and his men would not have taken the guest to the police station because I was illegally carrying a gun...... Klein watched as the soldiers took the pouch and revolver and was told to pick them up when they came out.

After two more checks, Crane followed the old butler around the main house to a wide area with hills and currents.

The only downside here is that the vegetation has long since withered due to the middle of winter, and it is barren.

Da, da, da, several horses galloped from a distance and stopped ahead.

A young man wearing white trousers, high black boots, a slim shirt, and a dark rider's uniform quickly dismounted, and walked over, followed by the rest of the group.

He took off the helmet hat that protected his head, smiled at Klein, and said:

"See you at last, Detective Moriarty. ”

Kleynton had a struck at him, not because of how handsome he looked, but because he resembled Henry Augustus I on the 5-pound bill.

Edsak Augustus also had a round face and narrow eyes, but he was not serious at all, but always smiling, young and energetic.

"I didn't know that it was you, Your Highness, who entrusted me. Klein bowed.

Edsak took the horsewhip, shook it in the palm of his hand, and laughed:

"I've heard about the important role you played in the 'Serial Killer' and 'Apostle of Desire' cases, and Talim's recommendation is really good, hey, who would have thought that he would have passed away like this the other day when he was racing with me to go to the land of storms and lightning. ”

Since the founding of the country, the House of Augustus has always believed in the "Lord of the Storm".

Without waiting for Klein to answer, he lowered his expression and said:

"The investigation into Talim's death has not gone through me, Mr. Moriarty, and I want you to help me find out the truth. ”

The conclusion given by the rest of the royal family, your two brothers, is this level of tilting, I can't bear it...... Also, Your Royal Highness, your style is really straightforward...... Klein sighed:

"It's a pity, but I'd like to say that Talim died of a heart attack. ”

"Really, there's word from the 'Substitutes' that a certain detective named Sherlock Moriarty has identified Talim with traces of a curse. Prince Edsak chuckled.

Klein could only respond with a wry smile:

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

"Isn't Talim your friend?" asked Prince Edsak.

Crane was not knowing what to answer, when suddenly a maid came from the main house, approached the prince quickly, and said a few words in a low voice.

Edsak's face suddenly straightened:

"Tell her you can't go out!"

After finishing speaking, he paced two steps, his serious expression softened, and his blue eyes were a little more soft and helpless:

"But I allowed her to leave the room and walk around the manor as she pleased. ”