Officer Scat has been in a good mood lately. As the illegitimate son of a nobleman, he never had the luxury of inheriting his father's title and property, but half of the nobleman's blood made him unwilling to be ordinary. Because he did not have enough money, he could not finish his studies in law and medicine or buy a position as an officer, and his best option was to become a parish police officer. In a peaceful country, the job was relatively stable and respectable, but promotion was very difficult, and some officers had ever handled the largest case in their lives being a theft of no more than twenty pounds. He went around at parties in his father's name, and easily caught up with a guy who served a certain adult and was also the illegitimate son of a nobleman, but until now he had no chance to show meritorious service, and just when he thought that he would probably have to deal with drunken scoundrels for the rest of his life, the opportunity finally came.

Miss Kentler had not yet given satisfactory news, but Officer Scat thought he had convinced her, and seeing her nervous look, he wrote to her brother on the night of his first visit. The little Earl of Kenta was notoriously clueless, and it was only natural that his sister would reply with all the clues, and then he would take them and get paid.

"Mr. Officer, your potion. Officer Scat took a bottle of pungent black liquid and handed out a pound for the boss to change. When the banknote was picked up by the boss, Officer Scat paused in distress before letting go of his hand. In the past, he would never waste money on medicine for such a small injury, but now he does not need to be forced to be frugal.

Officer Scat walked out with medicine and change, silently sketching a beautiful blueprint in his heart to comfort his heart that was aching from spending money. He had already given him a little money, promising to help him get a position in the army when he got it, or give him a sum of money so that he could do some business. Officer Scott seems to have seen a bright future beckoning him. The faint pain in the back of his head didn't dampen his good mood, and he couldn't help but smile......

"Click, click. ”

A dizzy officer Scat blinked and found himself lying on top of a man like a frog, with some patterned fragments at his hand.

"My antique vase!" the man under him stared straight at the fragments, his lips shaking and letting out a mournful cry.

Oh, oops. At that moment, Officer Scat seemed to hear the sound of the pound flying away.

The truth was even worse than he imagined, an antique vase from a mysterious ancient oriental country, worth five hundred pounds, and the interest earned in the bank for a year was enough for the living expenses of an average family.

If this happened before this opportunity came, Officer Scat would have been imprisoned for not being able to pay compensation. Fortunately, he had received a sum of money the other day to temporarily appease the owner of the vase, but it was still far from five hundred pounds. Officer Scat remembered the person he had contacted and asked him for help like a life-saving straw, saying that he was sure that he would do it well and hoped that the other party could help him through this difficult time.

Unbeknownst to poor Mr. Officer, he had not been unlucky enough to stumble and break an antique vase, but that the incident that had happened to him had a special term hundreds of years later: touching porcelain.

Such an ingenious plan is, of course, Emma's handiwork.

Mr. Darcy respects Emma's choice and does not intervene directly, but he does not sit idly by, and he makes many suggestions based on his own experience, such as asking the local tavern owner for information and hiring a little beggar to keep an eye on him. These are all very practical methods, and Emma chose a simpler and cruder method - touching porcelain. Time is of the essence, and only by knowing the instigators behind the scenes can we have a rough idea of its purpose and intelligence network. Officer Scat is not going to contact the people behind him until he has useful information. Emma didn't have time to wait.

Just as Emma expected, Officer Scat is suddenly hit by a huge debt falling from the sky, and asks the people behind him for help. But the details were not quite what she expected. She had planned for the servant to steal the letters from Officer Scat from the postman, so that she could know who he was contacting and who was behind the scenes. Unfortunately, Officer Scat was very cautious, he did not write a letter, chose the contact information that the other party told him at that time, pressed the note at the designated place, and waited for someone to pick it up.

The person who picked up the note was much more vigilant than the postman, and deliberately made a few detours to avoid being followed. The man Emma sent was almost lost, and came back to report that the note had ended up in the house of a nobleman with whom Emma was not very familiar. Whether it was the nobleman himself or the guy lurking in his house who served someone else was unknown, and it was almost impossible to get in and find out in a day or two.

Fortunately, Emma thought of the possibility of an unexpected situation in advance and prepared for both things.

The number of five hundred is not decided randomly, and it comes in handy at this time. Ordinary nobles do not keep a lot of cash in their homes, and they will withdraw it from their bank accounts when needed. Mr Darcy was well aware of the inner workings of the bank's cash flow and told Emma that there was a special backup of the transfer and withdrawal of funds above £300 in a bank in such a small town, which would be reported at the same time. Luckily, there was only one bank in town, and Emma consulted Mr. Darcy and bought through the bank's staff to check the funds. Six hundred pounds were transferred from Emma's housekeeper to one of the nobleman's illegitimate sons.

Emma sincerely thanked the illegitimate gentleman for not only not taking out his own money, but also making a fortune out of it, and if he had taken some of the money himself, and had transferred him less than three hundred pounds, such a transaction would have been much more difficult to find.

When the dust settled, Emma stared at the familiar name and sneered. She knew who was behind the scenes. 166 Reading Network