"Can I make a long story short?"

Looking at the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, perhaps being pointed at by the shrike too much, Lorenzo was a little used to it.

"That train will only last fifteen minutes, and after unloading it must leave, and I will have to go with it, or the guards will catch me sooner or later. ”

Lorenzo had all the preparations before coming here, and he was exactly right.

It stands to reason that Lorenzo is extremely risky to come here in person, but for his own purposes, he must confirm Eve's identity with his own eyes, and now it seems that everything is worth it.

"Wouldn't it be better, as long as you are escorted to Sualan Hall, the sheriff will believe everything I say. ”

Lorenzo was the source of the day's riots, and the detective was as ruthless as a veteran.

"Isn't that boring?"

Lorenzo didn't care about that, he was a very cautious man, and when he arrived, he was ready for anything.

"I'm a detective, Miss Eve, isn't it better for you to solve a very involved case than a suspect who doesn't know the truth?"

Staring into the detective's eyes, Eve was thinking, she thought a lot, from the moment she met Lorenzo, this detective had a sense of calmness in control of everything, intimidating, but trustworthy.

"I'll give you five minutes, detective. ”

Eve put away her gun as she spoke, looked to the other side, and paced in place, seeing that she was so cooperative with Lorenzo that she put down the ladder and pretended to build the branches.

From a distance, the princess of the Phoenix family was enjoying the scenery on the Golden Road, and the only thing that was a little dazzling was an extra gardener who was working next to her.

"Eve Phoenix, you are from a noble background, as long as your father is willing to take the lead, you will become the next noble Duchess of the Immortal Bird, not to mention the Suaran Hall, even the Royal Guard is not worthy of you, but you are secretly a police detective. ”

Pruning the branches, Lorenzo began to speak according to the image of Eve in his mind.

"Are you for your father's sake? or for the honor of the Phoenix family...... Also, your family's deeds run through the Glorious War, and the Hall of Manifestation in the Platinum Palace is full of portraits of your ancestors, and you grew up listening to their legends, and you aspire to be them, right?"

"What exactly do you want to say?"

Eve's expression was a little displeased, and she also noticed that Lorenzo was annoying, his eyes were too sharp, sharp enough to easily see through a person, and everything was transparent under his gaze.

Each person is made up of labeled fragments, and from that deflected afterglow, they can form a person's life.

Lorenzo continued.

"I think we can work together, Miss Eve. ”

"The Glorious War is over, after we drove the Gaulnaluo people back to the White Tide Strait forever, there is no battlefield where you can get the same feats as your ancestors, and your only way out is Sualan Hall, but now Sualan Hall has also given you a long vacation. ”

The gray-blue eyes reflect the gold of the fallen leaves.

"Your career is coming to an end before it begins, and I can bring you a turnaround, as long as we work together. ”

Eve stared at him coldly, her white fingers on the trigger.

"How can I trust you?"

"How's this?"

As she spoke, Eve's face glowed bright red.

The lost necklace was in Lorenzo's hand, shining through the sunlight, and only then could the perfection of the gemstone carving be seen, the hard surface was shaved out with dozens of edges and mirrors, like a kaleidoscope of magnificence, only in the sunlight it would show its brilliance, but under the haze of the old Dunling, this day would never come.

"The train is leaving, and if you feel that this gift is worthy of your trust, then I think we can start working together. ”

Walking slowly down the ladder, Lorenzo handed the ruby and a letter to Eve, hiding his merit and fame, and he left without looking back.

Looking blankly at the ruby in her hand, Eve didn't realize anything for a while, and after the ecstasy of regain, she tried to find Lorenzo, but when she looked back, she could only see the train gradually moving away in the thick steam.

It wasn't like he didn't leave anything behind, and the letter.

After looking around, Eve carefully put the precious necklace on after making sure that no one was there, and then inserted the letter into the ribbon of her thigh, which shimmered with a sharp dagger.

Hell knows what this girl thinks.

......

Old Dunling, Downtown.

Beneath the rocky castle is a larger space than anyone could have imagined, and before it was occupied by the Shrike, it was originally a war castle, managed by a certain count, and a huge underground space was used to store supplies and weapons.

It was the most difficult time of the Glorious War, and the Gallinaro fleet had conquered the port of Rendona, a stone's throw from the capital of Inlwig, Old Dunling, but in between, the forgotten castle was the final hurdle, stuck in the route of the Gallinaros' attack.

The artillery covered the area for three days, the entire surface was torn apart by gunpowder and shrapnel, the air was filled with brimstone, and charred corpses were everywhere.

The castle still held on, even if it was riddled with holes, even if the water of the moat was evaporated by the fire.

The Gaulnalo people, believing themselves to have conquered the area, pushed forward, just as countless soldiers mixed with steam machines rushed out of the castle, a surprise attack that miraculously repelled the enemy, despite being outwinded.

A few days after this counterattack, the mechanical institute improved the steam engine, and the Second Industrial Revolution rose in the flames of war, which was far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and it was in this revolution that Invig started the counterattack in the glorious war.

The last hundred years of the glorious war ended with Invig's victory, and everyone rejoiced, but the only thing that was forgotten was the ruined castle, which in the days that followed, and finally fell into the hands of the shriek, and it was once so glorious...... Although it's not bad now.

Paradise.

That's what the people of the lower town usually call here, and for this title the Promised Land is a veritable name, and even the nobles of the inner city will arrive late at night to enjoy themselves.

It is a place where dreams come true, like the door of life's last hope, and everyone is trying to pry open this door with their last fortune to bask in the holy light.

There are still a lot of dreamers tonight, they take their last fortune and exchange all their chips to push the table, the successive small victories have made their blood surge, and the stimulants in the air make him not hesitate at all.

This is the kind of scenario that plays out at every table, where wealth grows exponentially, and in the end money is just a line of numbers.

No gambler wants to stop, they are the kind of people who pay attention to gambling, as long as you win, you will continue to win, even the slightest retreat will make the gambling luck leave, can not retreat, the moment you retreat, you will lose.

So they yelled and piled up more chips.

"Wealth and power are always the most crazy things, in fact, they have already won back their roots, but they always want to win more. ”

Above the casino was a secluded room, the dim glass blocking out any attempt to peek into it.

"How does it feel, it's exciting, just the wealth flowing tonight is enough to build three zeppelins, not to mention the wealth accumulated every night. ”

There was pride in the shrike's tone, and they were now sitting in the vault of the old Dunling, at the very top of their wealth.

"Your business looks better than the Royal Bank. ”

The guest sat on the couch to the side, looking at the casino below, and his interest didn't seem very great.

"Of course, there are no taxes, no bearer names, everyone who comes here is a guest, just have fun, so everyone likes me, so I can live until now. ”

Shrike is the little secretary of those big people, and their money is kept and circulated by him, and this job is only done by him, so the boss of the lower city can only be him.

"Do you want to know more deeply? Look closely, those very calm tables, those few people do not have the arrogance of gamblers at all, just like wooden people, mechanical shuffling and drawing, such people are the accountants of those big people, they are transferring wealth, for them this is not a gamble, but a simple accounting calculation. ”

"Gambling money was transferred, and hordes of armed wagons were waiting outside the castle, and boxes and boxes of money with the lion emblass were brought in and sent out of Old Dunling overnight, from one vault to another. ”

"If you lead the army to capture them now, tomorrow you will be the hero of Old Dunling, the treasury will be full, and a prestigious family will be a piece of shit......"

"Of course, if you choose to hijack, I can finish it for you, and you will have enough wealth to feed you for generations. ”

Shrike provoked, agitating the guest in front of him. It was not without people who tried to take the wealth from the shrike, and they might have escaped from the castle, but usually their bodies were seen floating down the Thames the next day.

"Whatever choice I make, Arthur will kill me. ”

The guest interrupted the shrike, and he did not have the slightest emotion.

"Now is not the time to close the net, don't be too anxious Shrike, I know you don't like it here, and I'm not here for you today. ”

He is a pure knight and never fluctuates for this.

Seeing this, the shrike did not continue, and then spoke.

"I know, the file is here, and although the medical examiners don't understand what's going on, they just say that Wall's body is anatomically different and that it's a deformity, but you and I understand what it's all about. ”

Shrike took out the autopsy report that Lorenzo had given him, and although Wall's body had been burned in the fire, it was sufficient.

"My most reliable detective is already on track, he's amazing. ”

As if seeing the apprehension in the eyes of the guests, Shrike cheered.

"The iron thorn of the Shrike, the protagonist of the Red River tragedy, I remember him, if you hadn't interceded with Arthur, he would have been sunk long ago. ”

"So he's the best, isn't he? Galahad. ”