The silver insignia on the front of the carriage was dyed orange by the setting sun, and the soldiers of the city patrol hesitated for a moment, but waved their hands to let them go. If you were to be a person who knew a little bit about the history of the continent here, he would wave his hand and slap him when he saw this move.

Because the carriage belonged to the Walden family, one of the most loyal lackeys of Emperor Venada.

The lackey's carriage had made a half-circle along the square where His Majesty Ivan was, and with great difficulty it had found its way home, tapping along the wide stone path.

Half of the pink brim peeked out of the car, and when she saw the new Turin, Angelyl couldn't help but open her mouth wide, and the skeleton's mouth could literally stuff a pineapple.

"Is this Turin, are we in the wrong place!"

Oreo understood her surprise, of course, as he straightened his grooming in the mirror and spoke quickly.

"This is Turin, the new Turin."

"Oh my God."

Angelyl exclaimed, she vaguely recognized the building on the side of the road, which was supposed to be on Ninth Street.

As the carriage continued, the road was not completely repaired, and half of the road was still exposed, about a hundred meters away. The floor tiles were neatly stacked in a corner of the clearing, and near it were large piles of gravel and gravel.

A few children were sitting and playing in the sand, Angelyl thought they were building a house in the sand, but when she got closer, she realized that they were mixing the sand and gravel with muddy water, and several of the older children were laying the floor tiles one by one.

It was almost time to eat, and the shouts of women were heard around them, but the work in the hands of the children did not stop.

Caron slowed down and turned onto the road that was half intact, and he sighed.

"The war is more urgent than I thought."

"But Turin is still fine."

Oreo pursed his lips, of course he knew what Cuarón was thinking, and of course he didn't think of lofty ideas like world peace. Ever since updating his equipment, he'd been looking for an opportunity to kill, which roughly meant "I can kill again", and Oreo didn't hear it.

The carriage followed Ninth Street all the way to the end, and the slum of Back Third Street had been renovated, and Caron had not even found the location of the office except for the new look.

He walked several times along a certain square, and walked through every street and alley for a while, only to find that it was full of ordnance factories.

If I'm not mistaken, Oreo didn't know that someone had his office demolished.

"It's too much, it's really too much."

As the sun set, Oreo took off the mask on his face and pounded his chest and said, "Private property is sacrosanct." ”

Hearing the complaint, Cuarón turned around and said.

"Young master, that house belongs to Mrs. Meghan, and we already owe nearly a year's rent."

"Rent owed?"

Oreo frowned, "What a shameful act...... Stop, why do I think this place is so familiar? ”

As the words fell, Angelil opened her mouth wide and yawned, squinting at the square in the distance.

A wide marble path divides the lawn in half, with tender new grass standing proudly at the edge of the lawn and a circle of red earth in the middle.

At the end of the road is a majestic building, with four thick columns arching around the triangular roof, and marble steps dyed orange-red by the setting sun, leading to the tall mansion where two iron lions stand.

Cuarón said.

"Young master, we've been to this place no less than ten times."

"I know." Squinting his eyes, Oreo looked hard into the distance, "If memory serves, this is the end of Ninth Street." ”

"Yes, yes."

Cuarón's eyes narrowed, and he looked closely at the building. He had thought that there was a Tutan temple or something in the middle of the square, but later he realized that it was a residential building, and the exterior of the building was completely marble, except for the black plaque hanging near the door frame, which was very inconsistent, like the boogers on the face of a pretty girl.

"No, it won't."

Oreo muttered, and he jumped out of the carriage and trotted two steps toward the building, then turned his head and glared at Caron.

By the last rays of the sunset, Angelil tiptoed to look at the sign, which was clearly some years old.

"50 Advance Street? Oreo Detective Agency? ”

Licking his dry lips, Oreo muttered.

"Capitalists are evil, and I guess the rent is not cheap."

Caron knew what he was worried about, what he was actually worried about was the power behind the owner of the house, and he could see that he was not small, so the difficulty of arrears of rent would increase geometrically, which was a troublesome matter.

Oreo slammed his mouth as he pushed the door in, and the setting sun swooped in, driving the cold wind out of the house. Only when you go inside can you know how tall the conical roof of this house is, and several thick wooden beams form a six-pointed star on the roof, and not far away is decorated with colorful glass, which turns the sunset into a dark and cold color.

The most striking thing is the chandelier, which resembles a lotus flower...... No...... It resembles an open garlic, with a golden steel column in the middle of a six-pointed star, and a waterfall of crystals cascading down the gold-lacquered frame, and those pendants move with the wind, making an extremely pleasant sound.

After groping around the wall for a long time, Caron finally found the switch of the chandelier, and with a "snap", a noisy electric current ran down everyone's ears, and the chandelier suddenly lit up like the sun, dyeing the whole building with a layer of warm yellow.

"Generous, really generous!"

Oreo trembled with excitement, as a native nobleman of the Venada Empire, he almost loved it all!

Of course, if you can get rid of all the broken furniture on the floor!

His desk was in the middle of the hall, and if the house number was a, it would be even more damaging to the whole hall, not to mention the tattered books not far away and the little plank bed on Cuarón!

Oreo's gaze went beyond it all, and he found a small room behind the hall with a single bed. If memory serves, the bed he used to have in his Sixth Street antique shop has been moved here.

This discovery made Oreo feel a little creepy.

Admittedly, he enjoyed the feeling of being respected, but what he liked was things like, "That person is Lord Pravor!" "It's such a pleasure to meet you".

Instead of being locked up in this big house and watching as it is now, it's like being around a shrine.

He looked back at the house and felt that the signboard at the entrance might need to be changed, and that it would be more appropriate to say "Oreo Pravor House."

Cuarón understood the whiteness of Oreo's face as excitement, and he bent over the cot and muttered the words.

"It's great to finally not have to sleep in a small room anymore."

"I said Caron......"

Oreo sighed and walked up behind Cuarón, who was about to reprimand him, when suddenly an electric bell rang at the door. Before he could answer, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged woman came in and spoke cautiously.

"Excuse me...... Is Lord Pravor here? ”

"Madame here."

Cuarón replied, and he turned his head, and Oreo, who had been standing behind him, was gone, and he didn't know when he had sat down in the big chair, sitting in a straight position, like two rolling pins from behind his waist.

He smiled sincerely.

"Madame, how can I help you?"

"You can talk!"

The woman let out a low cry and kept lingering in the doorway, Oreo thinking she seemed to be trying to escape, but he wouldn't let go of the business.

The Black Gospel crackled on his thighs, and the door closed.

"Pong"!

The middle-aged woman was startled by the sound of the door closing, but Cuarón quickly brought hot tea, and God knows where it came from.

"Ma'am, sit here."

The gentle manservant made the woman relax a little, and she followed Caron step by step, and finally sat down in the chair opposite Oreo.

Oreo shoved a notebook under the table into Angelyl's hand, then stared at the middle-aged woman with an eager gaze, he repeated.

"Madame, may I ask how I can help you?"

"I'm ...... I ......"

The woman shivered, like a nervous rooster.

Oreo understands this nervousness, as is often the case with those who have seen him through all odds.

"It's okay, you speak slowly."

He raised his hand and motioned for Angelyl to take notes.

Angelyl squinted at the woman, she always felt that she had seen her somewhere, so she said tentatively.

"Are you...... Madame Fontaine? ”

"Madame Fontaine!"

Oreo looked abruptly realized, "Then Madame Fontaine, if you're really nervous, take a sip of tea." ”

Fontaine nodded and lowered her head to drink the tea, even holding the handle could feel the tea being hot, she took a tentative sip, and found that the water temperature was not as hot as she imagined, just now it was like she had an illusion of perception.

Oreo smiled politely and listened.

Madame Fontaine finally relaxed, but still kept looking at the corner of the table.

"I ...... I opened a hotel and it was stolen last night and I lost 20 gold coins. ”

"This kind of thing is ...... City Patrol Bureau"

Cuarón whispered, but was interrupted by Oreo.

"20 gold coins? It's a pity, you wrote me the location of your shop, and I'll go to your hotel after dinner to find out the real culprit for you. ”

Angelyl handed out the notebook in due time, and Fontaine wrote a string of addresses on it crookedly, vaguely recognizable.

Taking the note, Oreo jotted down the list of addresses and commanded.

"Caron, send Madame Fontaine away first, and then prepare dinner."

"Yes, young master."

Cuarón answered, and left the office with Madame Fontaine.

Angelil stared suspiciously at the backs of the two of them, then rummaged through the cupboards.

"Lord Oreo, the bowls at home are all broken, and I will go and buy them with Mr. Caron."

Without waiting for Oreo to agree, she slipped away.

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