After returning from a visit to the residence of King Reem III, Duchamp returned to the album, this time learning from his experience early, calling a ready-to-wear store to design the summer clothes and a stylist to style the hairstyle, which was even more grandiose than the first album.

Everyone had two new sets of white clothes, and they were so happy that they couldn't close their mouths. Although the money had to be taken out of Duchamp's pocket, Duchamp now had plenty of money and didn't care.

In the past few days, at the invitation of Lilmuen's 'Mother Liliana', we went to Learmuel's house for a meal, and this time met Learmuel's father, Viscount Desaith, who was a busy man who had been helping the royal family with daily affairs all year round, such as managing the granges, the palace, and various properties in the suburbs.

After coming out of Lilmu's house, Mark had a whim, and suggested visiting Eisenberg's house, and Calles, who was in the same bedroom, responded with a voice, and immediately made Eisenberg speechless, and only after a long time did he politely refuse: "There are not so many people in the living room of my house." ”

Duchamp heard Eisenberg tell the story of their family, and knew that their family had long been ruined, presumably because he didn't want his classmates to see it, so he quickly took over the topic and played a round: "There are so many of us, even if we want to visit, we must notify in advance, so that Eisenberg's family can be prepared." It's too late, let's talk about it tomorrow. ”

When the group had dispersed, Duchamp approached Marc and rebuked him for not having carried out such an embarrassing surprise attack.

Mark squatted on a chair, patiently listened to Duchamp's complaints, and said unhurriedly: "That day, I heard your conversation. ”

Duchamp was taken aback.

"Which day?" He asked knowingly.

Mark cast a reproachful look. "It was the day we went to the city for a drink. When I got back to my dormitory, I saw that Calles had not come up for a long time, so I ran out to look for it. Just overheard your conversation in the fir woods. ”

"What!" Duchamp's face changed, he grabbed Mark's clothes and screamed in a fuss: "Oh my God! Did you hear them all? ”

"I guess only part of it, but it's the most important part. Eisenberg's father was dismissed, the former chancellor went to their house, and so on. ”

Duchamp let go of Mark's clothes, covered his face, and after a while, reproached: "Since you know everything, you must understand what kind of predicament the Eisenberg family is in, why do you still make such an unreliable proposal?" ”

"I don't think so, one should be honest about one's situation and one's friends. If you keep it in your heart like him, you will only let yourself fall deeper and deeper, and you will never be able to extricate yourself. ”

"Besides," Mark leaned over and whispered, "aren't you curious about that?" ”

"Curious! You even use the word curiosity for such a thing! Duchamp was taken aback, "How many big people have folded in this matter, you are a person with a family and an identity, don't bring disaster to yourself and your family because of a moment of curiosity." ”

"Humph!" Mark clasped his hands: "That's right, but why can't you control your curiosity and still secretly track it down?" ”

"Where did you hear about it? I didn't look it up at all. ”

"Cut! After hearing that, I went to the library the next day to borrow a detailed map of the country, and guess what I found? The National Land Atlas, the Atlas of the State of Krutchen, and the Geography of the South were all borrowed by one man, with your ugly words signed on the card. ”

"Hey, hey!" Duchamp reluctantly laughed dryly twice, covering up the embarrassment of being exposed in person. "But I didn't find anything, the detailed map of the school was newly published, and the map only marked up to the town."

"Yes, after you returned it, I also turned it over." Mark spread his hands and said seriously: "Since you are also interested, why don't we join forces!" ”

"Why? There's no clue to this. Duchamp shook his head exaggeratedly, he didn't want an ordinary person like Mark to get involved in such a dangerous thing. Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of Mark's proposal and exclaimed, "Do you want to take a clue from Eisenberg's father?" ”

Mark shook his head: "No, going to visit the Eisenberg family is just a kind of etiquette between friends. I have other clues in my hands! ”

Duchamp's eyes lit up and he leaned forward. "What clues?"

Instead of answering, Mark held out a palm.

"Joining forces?"

"Good!" Duchamp immediately agreed. "Don't sell it, tell me quickly, where else can you find clues?"

Mark held his head up triumphantly. "Our family has been engaged in architectural design for hundreds of years, not only houses, but also roads, bridges, municipal drainage systems, etc. Generations of collected geographical and topographical data of mountains and rivers in various places, even if it is the National Library, it may not be as complete as my home. Although the atlases of the municipal library were updated with new editions after that time, private collections were not included. ”

"How?" Marc squinted triumphantly and looked at Duchamp.

"Yes, yes, the family is different!" Duchamp did not hesitate to praise him, "When are you going to go home and check?" ”

"Wait, let's settle the alliance first. In the future, our information on this matter can be shared without reservation. ”

"No problem." Duchamp agreed, and asked curiously: "You also know that this matter is very dangerous, but why are you still so interested?" ”

Mark asked rhetorically, "This has nothing to do with you, why do you have any big interest?" ”

"This!" Duchamp suddenly concluded, "Perhaps the purest curiosity of mankind!" ”

"Well said!" Mark slapped his slap lightly twice and said proudly, "I've had a dream since I was a child, you know what it is?" ”

"Is it to be a paparazzi, no, to be a great journalist?" Duchamp asked hesitantly.

"No, how could I be so superficial! My dream is to be a writer, you know? ”

Duchamp suddenly realized, and then he was a little puzzled: "Are the two related?" ”

"Yes!" Mark said categorically, "I'm going to write a book about this!" Fulfilling my dream of being a writer"

Duchamp was taken aback.

"It's really a great ideal, but you also have to have a little brain, this matter, even if you investigate it clearly, it is impossible to publish it in the Empire!"

"Not necessarily! In the past, there were many secret events that could not be written, but in the end, they were handed down differently. The magnates involved in this matter, in another twenty years, will gradually grow old and die, and you and I are still alive, and we will become witnesses of history. I'm very patient and can wait until it's published. But the investigation must be carried out immediately, years have passed, and if we do not do it, I am afraid that the truth will never be discovered. ”

"Well, perfect reason, I think you convinced me!" Duchamp gave a thumbs up. "So what are you going to do next, when will you go home and check the map?"

"I'll be home in a few days. I would like to plan our holiday itinerary. The only direct route between the Empire and the Kingdom of Liber was from the textile city of Palm, in the canton of Kruchen, out of the country of Haken, and on the way by train, passing through Baryahat, where we could stay for a few hours. ”

"Then we can stay for a day when we go through the immigration formalities in Palm, and then take some time to go!" Duchamp was tempted.

"That's right, that's what I planned, and now I'm going to convince Eisenberg that I'm going to visit their house once anyway, and maybe get some clues."

The two people, who had completely reached a consensus, slapped their hands happily.

Mark ran to Eisenberg and muttered for a long time, and finally decided that after the rehearsal the next night, he would visit Eisenberg's house, but only Mark, Duchamp and Calles knew each other.

After the rehearsal the next day, after dinner together, Duchamp turned out two bottles of wine and a box of candy that Crossbell had bought as gifts, and the four of them walked down a path all the way south.

It was a place far from the taverns that Olivier had taken with him to eat, and walked down the banks of the river, all the way past Heimdall Harbor, and against the harbour of the Arnoor River.

It was the first time that Duchamp had been here, and he looked around. "Wow, there's a big boat in the river!" He discovered the New World.

"Please, of course there are big ships in the river, in ancient times, when the land route was not smooth, the Arnoer River was the most important transportation hub of the empire, and the materials from all over the country finally converged here through different rivers, and it was only in modern times that it was gradually taken away by guide cars and trains." Eisenberg said.

The neighborhood next to the wharf, except for some trading companies and the houses of some common laborers, seems to be Eisenberg's family is really not very well-off.

Eisenberg led the group through the docklands to an old neighborhood.

"This area is called the Oster Block, except for the old, the security is not very good, you have to be careful, take care of your pockets!" Eisenberg specifically reminded.

"Then it's up to whoever is so blind!" Duchamp said arrogantly, and Calles and Marc then made a malicious 'hum' sound.

There were a few people I didn't know in the neighborhood, and the thieves and thugs on the street all quietly looked at it, and saw that it was the person led by Eisenberg, who was fighting to his death, and muttered a few more words, turned back to the side of the road and continued to fart in a daze.

"You seem to be influential in this neighborhood!" Duchamp quipped that he heard the spit from the mouth of the thugs.

"That's it!" Eisenberg is proud.

"Since our family moved here, I don't know how many gangsters who don't know what to do, thinking that our family is in decline, they want to blackmail us, but I knock them back. It's not bragging, on this street, just report my name, that's to stop the child from crying at night. ”

"Hahaha!" Mark laughed. "Calles, go find out if there are any children at once, and we'll verify."

"That's just a metaphor, a metaphor!" Eisenberg said unashamedly.

Eisenberg's home, in an alley in this shabby neighborhood, is a good house in Duchamp's eyes.

This road is almost all two-story brick buildings, the gate is facing the alley, there is no yard, only a small vacant land, the beautiful name on the earth is called 'townhouse', and if you want to live in such a house in Hongdu, you have to spend at least tens of millions of soft girl coins.

Of course, the residents here do not think so, these old houses lack urban facilities, transportation, and even toilets and baths are not so comfortable to live in.

The Eisenberg family was actually quite recognizable, and Duchamp could guess at a glance which one was theirs.

Other people's homes are piled up with all kinds of daily necessities, trying to expand their living space, but their family still planted symmetrical hedges according to aristocratic practices, reflecting the owner's living habits that are incompatible with the aborigines here.