"Tamia!"

Oreo slapped the table, his expression serious.

"Please listen to me carefully!"

Tamia's mouth was wide open, fiddling with her new clothes. It was a woolen coat that Oreo had bought for her in the morning, and it was a woolen coat that was inconvenient to take off, and the inner liner was silk.

Seeing Tamia sit upright, Oreo said word by word.

"First of all, as the owner of the office, I don't welcome you to come, but considering your own special circumstances, I allow you to rent my office for five gold coins per month, do you understand?"

Seeing Tamia shaking her head up and down, Oreo continued when she agreed.

"Second, as a tenant, you have to follow the rules of the office, and the rule is that you have to rest when I rest, especially not to climb into my bed like last night, do you understand?"

Tamia continued to fiddle with her coat, and she seemed to have found a way to unbutton it, and was close to unbuttoning the second button.

Oreo hurriedly rushed to the table, then pulled Tamia's hand away, and finally hurriedly fastened the two buttons.

After doing all this, he crouched on his desk and glared at Tamia with a serious expression.

"Thirdly, you have to listen to me, if you destroy the furniture in the office again, I will let your grandfather, the marquis or count, pay for you, which is not a small price...... What are you doing, Tamya, don't eat your fingers! Why do you do that all day long, either eating your fingers or taking off your clothes, are you a brainless Tamya! ”

In the end, Oreo feels that he is a brain-dead person who tries to reason with him.

Helplessly, he jumped off the table and poured a glass of water.

I poked the cup out, and the hot water was already cold.

"What kind of sin did I do in my last life?"

He quickly grasped the mantra, and after placing the kettle on the boiler, he took three white pills from his pocket and placed them on the board to grind.

This is the tranquilizer that Peggy bought, and every time it is flushed in the water to make Tamia swallow, as for the antidote that can actually restore Tamia to normal, he has not yet found it.

No, to be precise, he hasn't gone looking for it yet.

The fire was so fierce that the kettle soon whined, and Oreo grabbed Tamia, who was about to run around the room, and then grabbed her and poured the warm potion into it.

Tamia struggled slightly, and finally obediently drank the tranquilizer.

Oreo also added a sleeping pill for the afternoon's action, so Tamia quickly closed her eyes and curled up in bed with a whirring sound.

"It's the first time I've had a pet, it's damn good."

Oreo covered Tamia's legs with a quilt and put on his trench coat with a curse.

After walking around the house, he eventually found his hat and his walking stick on the hanger in the utility room.

The hat had been washed, had a faint vanilla smell, and seemed to have been sunburned for a long time.

The handle of the cane was oiled, and you don't have to think about it to know that the chamber of the gun has been maintained from the inside out.

"Whew."

Oreo breathed a sigh of relief and tucked his hat over his head.

He retightened his cane and muttered as he went out.

"Oreo Plavor, you don't need friends."

Walking out of the office, the people on the street didn't seem to notice him, which was completely different from the enthusiastic cheers he expected.

He smiled self-deprecatingly and walked in the direction of Ninth Street.

Oreo didn't care about that, he just got used to it.

Walking to Eighth Street, as is customary, Oreo bought a marshmallow at the first candy shop before heading towards Viscount Borg's mansion.

Speaking of which, I went to Fourth Street that day for this matter, but I didn't expect this delay to be ten days and half a month.

"Hiss......"

At this time, it was late autumn, and my dress seemed to be still stuck in early autumn.

Oreo pinned his cane to his waist and crossed his arms for a few moments.

Today is the first day of the celebration day, and there are not many people on Eighth Street at all, so there is no need to worry about the image, but I don't know if Borg has gone to the celebration site, and if he does, he will not run for nothing.

Sure enough, the door to Borg's house was closed.

Oreo knocked symbolically on the door, and he wandered around the door twice, ready to find a suitable angle to climb.

After all, it's all here, so let's see what to do if you don't go in.

But before he could look for it, the door of the mansion suddenly opened, and a familiar head poked out.

Oreo narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Ferguson."

Ferguson recognized Oreo, and he said confusedly.

"Detective, aren't you going to visit the celebration site?"

"I don't have time to hang out in that kind of place."

Oreo walked into the mansion familiarly and said casually. "Did your master go to the celebration?"

Borg didn't seem to say anything about what happened that day, so Ferguson didn't show any hostility and said it honestly.

"The Viscount came back before noon, and he said the celebration was not interesting."

"Interesting."

Oreo tugged at the corners of his mouth and stopped in front of the main building. "Please let me know, and I'll say that Detective Oreo is here."

Ferguson didn't seem to dwell on Oreo's name, he nodded, ran briskly up the second floor, and ran down again a few moments.

He looked at Oreo, still looking honest.

"Lord Viscount doesn't want to see you."

Expected answer.

"Oh."

Oreo replied, and turned to speak.

"Ferguson, please go again, you said I was a friend of Merkel Sarin."

The porter was stunned by the aura on Oreo's body, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and ran up to the second floor.

Oreo put his hands behind his back and admired the flowers and plants in the yard.

My impression of the world is still stuck in the late summer, but this time I went out to really feel the chill of autumn.

Time flies so fast that the month is almost a blink of an eye.

I didn't get anything out of it except for the money I made on a carpet, which was completely inconsistent with the goal I set at the beginning of the year.

I knew that I had robbed all the money of the people on Fourth Street.

Oreo flicked his fist angrily, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ferguson.

He ran to himself as quickly as he had just done, keeping a polite distance, and then said.

"Sheriff, master, please go up."

"Thank you."

Oreo smiled, tossed a silver coin, and walked briskly up to the second floor.

The door to the study was open, and Borg was making tea at the tea table, and he didn't seem nervous about hearing Merkel's name.

Walking into the study, Oreo sniffed, then said in admiration.

"Borg, you're very different from other viscounts."