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It rained heavily in the middle of the night, and the air in Oxford was much fresher, and in the morning, the winter sun cast its rays of light with all its might, as if trying to give warmth to the beggars on the roadside.

With the same hope were the often hungry civilians, dressed in leaky and thin clothes, and the cold wind shivered through the holes.

As a judge of the circuit court, Felton. John wasn't worried about the cold.

The warmth of the charcoal-burning fireplace warmed him up all night and gave him a good night's sleep.

However, the heavy rain of the night filled the floor with dampness, and even though the diligent servants wiped it again and again, the planks in the house were still wet and slippery.

And he almost slipped just now, but fortunately his wife helped him, otherwise he would have to fall five feet into the sky, and if it spread, he would lose face.

Angry, he has always been good-tempered, and scolded the servant who was mopping the floor a few times, which made his mood soothe a little.

"Anna, you have to rub it carefully, and if I am satisfied, I will give you a meal at noon today, and reward you with a big and fatty pork!"

Felton looked at a chubby black maid in a white apron who was wiping the stairs in front of him, a servant he had hired at Oxford for three years, and felt that she had been doing well all along, so he stopped and said encouragingly.

"Yes, sir!" The fat black maid looked surprised, straightened her waist, and bowed in a proper manner, before replying.

"Yes! Work hard! Felton nodded, using some small things to buy people's hearts, which is a good means for him all along, and it has also made his popularity a lot better, and he even got the title of "Good Samaritan Felton".

Stepping up the next step, Felton was about to go to the kitchen to get some food, but he had lost his appetite from the fall in the morning, and was now a little hungry.

Just as he was about to step down the next step, he suddenly felt his feet being stirred, and his body threw himself directly downstairs uncontrollably, and the screams of the maid were heard in his ears.

At this moment, he knew that he couldn't live, and this fall would directly end his life.

Sure enough, after he threw himself down, his forehead slammed directly into the pointed steps, and in an instant, a large hole was cut, and a large amount of red liquid gushed out, soaking the smooth and bright staircase.

And he only felt a heart-piercing pain and a buzzing sound echoing in his ears, and his life was gone, which was the only thing he thought about at this time.

After he lost consciousness, his wife and children gathered around him, crying and complaining.

Such a large wound, judging from the current level of medical care, must be hopeless.

And this news is also spreading to the four directions at a rapid speed, and it first reached the ears of the four major families.

"Huh! That's it, the annoying flies are finally gone! ”

Sir Matthew was eating lunch at this time, and when he heard the good news, he didn't bother to eat the meal, so he opened a bottle of red wine from France and drank it with his family.

The same is true of others, happy, annoyed, and so on.

And Jack and the others, who were immersed in the investigation of the Matthew family, couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, and their faces were more dignified than they had ever been.

As the most important witness, and the source of this incident, Felton . John's importance cannot be overstated.

Jack is also going to use him as a radish to pull out a pile of mud stuck to the roots, and this radish is directly cut off by the waist, how can he find the shovel that dredges the mud?

In this regard, Jack held back his troubled thoughts and instructed Pym and Payne to continue, the more clues were dug here, and these could not be easily given up.

After all, there is still a backhand without news, hoping for a surprise.

Jack thought with a frown, but there was little hope in his heart.

Catching a thief on the side of the road and instructing him to lead the way, Jack soon came to the same place where he had been last time, and met the handsome gang leader Holmes.

"My premier, I hope you can give me good news!"

Jack sat down in his chair familiarly, crossed his legs, and stared at the handsome leader in front of him, who was a little restless.

"Well, Mr. Leon, there is no such thing as a 100% perfect thing in the world!"

Holmes looked evasive, didn't dare to look Jack in the eye, and said with some embarrassment.

"So, what's the situation?" Jack's eyes narrowed, he frowned, and continued to ask.

"You know, we can't read, so the value of some things is still unrecognizable!"

"Besides, something happened to Judge John this morning, and our people came back with some things in a panic, and there was nothing in them like ledgers that you requested!"

As he spoke, Holmes's voice became quieter and quieter, while Jack's gaze became more and more stern, so frightened that Holmes curled up a little.

"Of course, we're sorry for that, but as for the deposit?"

As he spoke, Holmes lowered his head and glanced at Jack secretly, revealing a look like a money obsessive.

And Jack walked directly to the hill in front of him, which was made of various papers, and searched hard, without hearing the fainter and fainter voice of Holmes.

He didn't believe it was true, there must be something that could be used in all this, he had to confirm it with his own eyes, otherwise he would not be reconciled.

With this in mind, Jack searched carefully, not sparing a single envelope or parchment.

And so, after ten minutes or so, just as he was about to lose confidence, a thin notebook of only a dozen pages appeared before him, and it was made of expensive paper from the Continent, and such a book would have cost at least ten pounds.

I gently opened a page, only to see that it was scrawled in English:

It's been a day of irritability, and that old man Brill dared to slap me in the face, calling me a greedy worm, and mad at me......

Seeing this, Jack was overjoyed, how could this Brill seem to be talking about Brill. John, the patriarch of the Oxfordshire family.

Looking closely, the remaining pages were written with trivia, and Jack combed through the text and discovered a big secret.

Felton. John actually colluded with the four major families, concealed the anti-enclosure committee, and even concealed the king, and brazenly supported several families to enclose land in Oxford.

It's nothing, enclosures are a common thing in England at the moment, but you have missed three years of royal taxes, which are currently planned to be taxes from the Treasury, which is a big problem.

You know, in this era, even rebellion can be forgiven, and if you owe money to the king, it's really fatal.

"The deposit doesn't have to be refunded, these things are worth the price!"

Jack casually slipped the journal into his pocket, stood up, and said to Holmes.

At this time, His Majesty the King, who was far away in London, encountered a terrible thing and was in a very bad mood.