Early the next morning, Ed received a call back.

He was sleeping at the time, and although he had been tensing the muscles of his eye sockets during the night to urge his eyes to be sharp and nervous, so that his brain could be kept running at its limit and efficiently like a tireless and never-ending super machine, and enough to clearly understand that all the information he received that night without any mistakes and organize it, and then carefully ponder and analyze it before and after, and judge the next course of action as quickly as possible—but in the final analysis, He drank a lot of money.

Marcy is a cunning guy, a bad guy. She never smoked or drank regularly in front of Ed, but in fact, the woman who had been in that circle since she was an adult knew more about these aspects than Ed. She drank a thousand glasses and was not drunk, at least it was far from being comparable to Ed. Ed could imagine that she was driving to work at the city bureau this morning, arguing with her colleagues and bosses about an issue in a meeting, while his head hurt like a watermelon kicked by a donkey, and every crack flowed out of a slimy, red, sweet sugar juice that fell to the ground drop by drop.

Rubbing his forehead vigorously, Ed's eyebrows twisted into pimples. The constant and persistent sound of the phone forced Ed to open his eyes, open his mouth and grit his teeth, snorting through his nose almost unconsciously, and then struggling to sit up. This action requires a huge amount of backbone and willpower at this moment, and Ed, who picks the door, is especially concerned about the consumption of energy in this regard. Eventually, though, he managed to get his back off the soft bed and sit up.

It's amazing.

"Good morning." He put the phone to his ear in a daze, and was startled by his voice for the first time. His voice was as bad as a tap dance all night, dry and dumb like a duck with too much salt on the grill.

"Good morning, Mr. Ed." The mature and feminine female voice also felt a little surprised by what she heard, and expressed it in an undisguised tone, "Are you okay, you sound terrible?" ”

"There's a little hangover, it's okay, it'll be fine soon." Ed closed his eyes tightly, wrinkled his forehead, and pressed his fingers against the softness in front of his forehead. The meat spun in circles, his chest bulged, and he exhaled heavily. "So what's going on, Miss Eligi." He asked, his voice sinking slightly, his eyelids half-lifted, and his eyes staring seriously at the corner of his wardrobe in front of him, "I hope you can say something that makes me happy, otherwise my mood for the day will be ruined." There's nothing more frustrating than hearing a beautiful woman report something to you early in the morning that frustrates you. ”

There was a steady and gentle laugh on the other end of the phone, like stroking a black cat with three layers of velvet gloves. "I'm thinking the same as you, Mr. Eddard. I don't want to report to you early in the morning something you don't like and affect your mood for the rest of the day. I owe you. While you may not have thought about it all along, I am personally grateful to you. Eliki said later, gradually fading away from the mask of the pinching tone, and also becoming a little more serious, "So I'm glad to tell you that the boss has agreed to meet with you, and has already arranged a time and place." He wants you to be alone, and he doesn't want to see anyone else with you, especially your close friend in the city council. ”

"Of course." Ed lowered his head and rubbed his nose, "So, where do I go to find him?" ”

"It's been sent to your phone...... Remember, ask someone to come. ”

After Eliki finished speaking, she directly and unilaterally ended the call. Ed put down his phone, and sure enough, he immediately received an encrypted message. He opened it and stared at it for a few moments, then put the phone away with a blank face.

Forty-five minutes later, Ed had washed up, had breakfast, and with a beautiful punch, he had killed the hangover that had plagued him all morning, and drove off Silklander Boulevard.

……

The address given by Eligi is located southwest of the city centre, in the interior of a mountainous area called the "Berg Heights".

Ed knows the Berg Heights, many people in the city know the Berg Heights, and if you happen to be a veteran hunter who likes horseback riding, then there's no way you won't know about the Berg Heights. It is not only a famous rich area in the city center, a paradise for a large number of wealthy people, but also because of the dense shade, away from the hustle and bustle, the beautiful environment, there are many large lakes and wild animals, so that a huge hunting ground and horse racing club have been developed, and uphold the spirit of excellence to strictly control the number of merchants and residents, it is a very high-end and comfortable paradise in the urban area, which can breathe fresh air all year round.

Following the driveway, Ed drove along a circular mountain road through dense forests for twenty minutes before finally seeing the border of the Berg Heights, where all the way was full of green, tall cedar trees that were evergreen all year round. It's such a place, the Berg Heights is a semi-secluded hideaway in the heart of the city, and to get there, you have to cross this section of forested mountain road. And when you actually get to the Berg Heights, you'll immediately realize that you don't need any extra signposts, that this place is full of mansions, and that only the kind of mansions that are up to the standard are built here, better than any of the iconic counters. The public toilets here are all royal stables.

Ed thinks this should be a good place to retire. It's a secluded, secluded environment, and there's no shortage of entertainment venues – the most important source of income for the locals, in addition to the locals, is the entertainment industry, which is the lifeblood of these businesses.

They have done a good job, and several large groups in charge of local commercial development have already carved this place into a huge and luxurious pearl in the golden shell. Along the way, Ed had already seen several gold-level buildings that made him drool silently when he looked at them from afar. Clubs, casinos, hotels, racetracks you name it. He was glad he didn't live here, otherwise his wallet would never have been bulging with how much he cared about money.

Of course, Ed wasn't here to play. The few bills in his pocket weren't enough for him to roll a few dice, and in the end he could do nothing but sit on the edge of a pot in the corner and drink a soda with a wine glass, which he could have done anywhere else. In addition, Ed is also very clear about the reason why he came to this place, and the mission he came to this place. He only thinks about work during working hours, and he is never tempted by some other vulgar temptation.

Finally, as time progressed, the destination of Ed's trip appeared at the end of his vision, a large mountain lake surrounded by dense black forests. This is already the innermost part of the Berg Heights, at the end of the mountain fork in the road that Eddard is driving. There was no way back, no other buildings.

On the western edge of the Great Lake, among the tall cedar trees, in the middle of a clearing the size of a careful field, was the place that Eligi's message had spoken. It was a solitary castle-like manor, with a steep double-pitched roof four or five stories above and below the attic, and many ornamental carvings of art between and around the windows, a large red with a dark surface that made it look thick and oppressive, and the courtyard with gardens, promenades, garages, external parking lots, etc., and a tall compound wall that penetrated deep into the forest and covered the shore of the lake covered six hectares of land.

For the Berger Heights, where every inch of land is at a premium, if all the land occupied by the entire estate is private territory, then the owner of the manor is definitely the number one in the entire Highlands.

Ed looked at the building from afar, feeling like he was approaching the King's holiday palace. Who knows, maybe this place is the king's holiday palace, and Albert later bought it and converted it into his own private manor with a view. Once you have money, you can do a lot of crazy and incredible things, and Albert is just that crazy and incredible rich person.

The gate opened automatically as soon as Ed approached, allowing Ed to drive the car directly into the courtyard. He didn't see the doorman, he didn't see the surveillance, but he knew that the only thing it meant was that the surveillance equipment here was so advanced that it wouldn't be detected by outsiders with the naked eye. He was sure that there was definitely a room in this kind of place somewhere, a monitoring center, that could monitor any movement in any corner of the manor at all times.

The floor of the parking lot was paved with stones, and Ed's tires were slowly crushing against them, making no sound. He parked the car carefully, then got down, turned and crossed the driveway, all the way to the main entrance of the villa, where two stone pillars stood tall. A tall, mature black phantom stood there waiting for him.

"Welcome, Mr. Ed." Eliki was still wearing the black and gold-rimmed triangular cowboy hat on her head, and her face, which was half of her face covered in shadows due to the angle, smiled beautifully and softly at Ed, "Welcome to the 'Black Forest Castle'." ”

"The land is as its name suggests, Miss Eligi." Ed stepped up the stone steps, and as he climbed up, he grabbed Eliqi's words dryly, and soon walked to her side. He glanced back behind him, and the open view allowed him to take in the sparkling lake.

"It hasn't been long since the boss bought it." Eliki noticed the change in Ed's gaze, "He said that when the season is right, he can invite friends over for ice skating and hunting. ”

"Not a bad idea."

"Maybe Mr. Ed will be invited then, too?"

"I don't think I have that qualification."

Eliki closed her lips and did not speak. She turned and walked with Ed into the house.