"What about the crown prince?"

Although Garion said so, he was still very envious in his heart.

After all, this is the crown prince who saved the world in his last life and was really born with a golden key in this life. Of course, he also had many accomplishments, such as the great restoration of the glory of the British monarchy, which had been dimmed by the Queen's long widowhood. Becoming a very beloved king of the British people, he started an "arms race at sea" with his future nephew, William II, in the navy of Great Britain.

He also had to sigh that reincarnation is really a technical job.

Some people are born kings, and some people can't climb this height in their lifetime.

This banquet is not important, the important thing is that Ghalian will lure the snake out of the hole next, and the assassin is not a fool, and he will definitely not do it in front of everyone, so the only possibility is that when the banquet is over, he will do it on the way back.

"Wait a minute."

Apparently unwilling, Edward chased after him from behind, stopped Garion, and asked, "What's your name, please?" ”

"My name, oh, forgot to introduce it, my name is Trotsky, and this is Hepburn. If you've followed London's literary scene, I happen to have serialized a few articles with her in the newspapers, one is the Sherlock Holmes series, and the other is "Murder on the Eastern Train". ”

Edward, who had always had a headache when talking about reading, had no idea what Garion was talking about, but the girl standing behind him let out an exclamation after listening to Garion's introduction. She walked quickly past Edward, walked up to Garion, and asked politely, "Is Your Excellency Mr. Conan Doyle?" I'm your book buddy. ”

Garion looked at the short-haired girl in front of him with a longing look on her face, and asked hesitantly, "...... are you?"

However, Edward, who was standing behind her, looked indignant, and he said dissatisfiedly, "My sister, what are you talking about? Do you know this man? ”

"Of course."

Although Alice looked excited, she still tried her best to maintain her ladylike image, and she whispered, "Many people are chasing Lady Agatha and Conan Doyle's detectives, I really didn't expect to see you two today." Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself in a moment of excitement, I'm Princess Alice. ”

Edward was indignant in his heart, if he became the king of Great Britain in the future, he would put this man and what he wrote on the blacklist as soon as possible, and snatch away the woman he fancied, but now even his sister has fallen, looking at her longing expression, Edward feels that this person is simply a well-dressed beast!

Garion was stunned, completely unexpected, even the princess of the royal family became his book friend, it seems that the popularity of the Sherlock Holmes series in London has far exceeded his imagination.

"Mr. Conan Doyle, I have a reluctant request."

Alice whispered, "When your book is published in the future, can you give me an autographed copy?" I really, really like your work and that of Lady Agatha. ”

"Of course there is no problem, Your Highness the Princess. I'm more than happy to help. ”

Garion is very willing to have a good relationship with the British royal family, and if he really needs to take political refuge in London one day, he will have a pass in his hand.

As for what Crown Prince Edward thinks, he does not know.

The atmosphere in the hall was harmonious, but outside the palace was a cold and depressed attitude. The streets are silent and deserted, with only rats and homeless people wandering.

Fred was like a lonely ghost wandering under the moonlight in Victoria, his heart full of hatred. He was waiting for the man who had forced his own family to ruin and then die under his gun. Fred was even ready to die together, and would do whatever it took to get revenge.

Everything awaited in silence, and Fred was ready to shut their mouths forever.

The floor tiles of the alley were already covered with cigarette butts, and the sound of mosquitoes was buzzing in his ears, and he had waited for nearly four hours from evening until now, just standing like this, without moving a single step.

He could even imagine the bustle in the ballroom, as in the world of luxury he had been in and out before.

Just when the patience he had been waiting for was about to be lost, it finally paid off.

The gate was opened, and the scattered crowd walked out in twos and threes, waving goodbye and stepping into their respective carriages. Fred also pulled his pistol out of his pocket and watched the crowd of people descending the steps, searching for a familiar figure.

Suddenly, his eyes focused on a man not far from him, who was following a woman, talking and laughing and preparing to step into the carriage. And these two people are the targets he is looking for.

Garian, Balanchi.

At this time, Garian helped Balan Chi to the carriage, and prompted her to lift the corners of her skirt slightly, and whispered, "Be careful, don't step on the skirt and hit your feet." ”

"You should be careful."

Mrs. Balanchi said half-warned, half-emotional, "The moonlight tonight is a little seeping. ”

"Don't worry, I've got a jacket and a gun for self-defense."

Garion escaped with the pistol in his pocket, snapped the safety with his thumb, and opened the window of the carriage through a small gap to peer out.

The carriage moved slowly, as had been arranged, toward the silent and deserted street.

Sitting in the carriage, Madame Balanchi involuntarily clenched the ruby necklace on her chest, and she asked softly, "What are you going to do if he doesn't show up?" ”

"Hire a murderer."

Garion said simply and clearly, "Strike first and find a way to deal with Sir Fred." ”

Speaking of murder, Garion didn't even blink an eye, as if he was familiar with the road, Balanchi looked at the man in front of him, and said hesitantly, "Sometimes, I really don't know if your previous identity was a scholar or a bandit who killed people without blinking. ”

"Do you look down on us people at the bottom so much?"

Garion glanced at Balanchi with disdain and said disdainfully, "Who said bandits can't read Shakespeare and Dante?" Among those court literati who have been cultivated in the vast classics, which literary talent can compare with me? ”

Fred, who was hiding in the corner, had come out, bathed in the moonlight.

He took a deep breath and looked at the luxurious upper-class people in front of him, talking and laughing, and when they saw Fred in front of them, they couldn't help pinching their noses and dodging elsewhere, keeping a distance from him.

Facing the disdainful gazes of the people around him, Fred looked at himself now down, and the suppressed anger in his heart washed away the last shred of reason.

The metal in his hand glowed with a cold glow in the moonlight. It was already full of bullets, and it could kill two people at any time.

He walked towards the carriage of the two, and kept saying in his heart, "Look how I killed you dogs and men!" ”