Because everyone was busy with Dubo's business, naturally there was no carriage to take Oreo home, so by the time he finally transferred to the office, it was already close to three o'clock in the afternoon.

Even in the winter, Oreo's back was soaked with sweat, and he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had worked so hard.

Pushing open the wooden door of the office, Oreo said subconsciously.

"Angelyl."

He took off his coat and continued to command.

"I'm hungry."

Sitting down in his chair as a matter of course, he found that no one had answered him. He turned around and scanned the office, but it was empty.

Oreo smiled self-deprecatingly, speaking as if he was used to Angelyl's care, but he would never admit it.

Digging into the utility room, he took two scones out of the dry food cabinet.

It's winter, and scones can be stored for a long time, but they are really hard to swallow.

As he munched on a cold scone, he paced to the table, where he had given Angelyl a prize for the trainee detective.

The notes were halfway spread out, and the quill was quietly inserted into the pen holder.

Although respecting the privacy of others is aristocratic etiquette, as a boss, it is natural for you to check the work notes of your subordinates.

Oreo flipped straight to the last page, and in the upper right corner of the note was a string of scribbled handwriting—

"It's finally today, I hope Mr. Oreo can solve the problem, he is not happy and I can't be happy."

Oreo darkened his face and skipped the paragraph to look at the text.

"December 9th, fine.

Helped Lady Dora buy two cows and earn 6 silver coins for the commission;

Introduced Kaye to a business, which sounds like she's going to be tiring, but the firm can earn a fee of 3 silvers; ”

In the third line, only the name of a person is written, which looks like the pseudonym of a prostitute, and the incident is not written after it.

Oreo frowned, reprimanding the girl who didn't exist.

"If you have to take notes on something urgent, it's a responsibility for yourself and your customers."

Oreo closed the notebook and sat back in his chair in disgrief.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, he really missed Angelyl now

Mainly, of course, I miss the steak she fried.

But as the cold scones fell, Oreo relaxed, wiped the grease from his clothes, and then picked up the blanket and put it on his body.

He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes.

In the past three days, my spirit has been very tense, but I can't even eat a hot meal at this critical juncture.

Half-asleep and half-awake, he muttered.

"Damn Caron...... Damn Angelyl! ”

......

I slept soundly, and I didn't even dream when I woke up.

Oreo opened his eyes, and it was already completely dark.

He rolled over and sat up, yawning and stretching, but it was soon cold enough for him to withdraw his hands.

"Angelyl!"

He whispered, but no one answered him.

"Is the business of the firm getting so good?"

Oreo muttered indistinctly, then snapped his eyes open.

He bounced from behind his desk, then rushed out of the office in a frenzy, heading straight to the grocery store across the street.

The grocery store owner glanced at him and slowly retracted the pistol back into his pocket.

"Where's Angelil!"

Oreo asked anxiously.

The shopkeeper thought for a moment.

"At about one o'clock in the afternoon, a prostitute went to the shop to look for her, and the two of them went out together."

Oreo said through gritted teeth.

"Which prostitute is it?"

The shopkeeper shook his head.

"I haven't seen it on Back 3rd Street."

"Damn, damn Angelil, why are you always so arrogant!"

Oreo slammed the counter, lava surging under his eyes.

"Elves of Erkasu!"

"Less...... Master. ”

The shopkeeper shrunk his neck, "You took all the Erkasu elves you bought last time." ”

"Fuck!"

Oreo clenched his fists, and he trembled, a sign of extreme anger.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

He gasped, then plunged headlong into the stables and rushed out of the grocery store with a warhorse.

Turning over his horse, Oreo grabbed the horse's belly like crazy, and the military horse galloped all the way down the back third street.

Seeing this terrible scene, without waiting for Oreo to say hello, the residents of Back 3rd Street passed the news one by one, and they tacitly retreated to both sides of the road to make way for Oreo.

He rushed into Emma's brothel and stopped in the middle of the hall as Oreo yelled.

"Emma!"

With this roar, the guests tilted their heads in unison, and the entire brothel fell silent for an instant.

Emma poked her head out from the second floor, clutching a hacked prostitute in her hand.

"Young Master, what are your orders?"

Oreo swallowed and said in a deep voice.

"Give me an Elkasu elf...... Take care of the things on the street for me. ”

In a moment, Emma rushed down with a glass bottle, which she handed to Oreo, and led the girls out of the brothel.

Throwing the glass bottle to the ground, Oreo grabbed the horse's belly, and the horse followed the blue trail and disappeared into the night like lightning.

In the cold wind, Oreo's face was blown painfully.

But he didn't have time to care about that, and now that the Black Queen election was imminent, if Angelyl had any more baskets......

He didn't dare to make any worse associations, he tightened the reins, and his horse sprinted straight into the first mansion around the corner.

The porter didn't have time to stop him, so he quickly pulled out his gun and fired a shot in Oreo's direction, which missed.

By the time he had reloaded, the horse and the man had disappeared from sight.

Oreo didn't even notice the porter, all he had in his eyes was the blue thread.

If she can't be the black queen because of an accident, she will definitely scold Angelelle for a bloody head, and then let her go to Housan Street to be a prostitute for three days and three nights to vent her anger!

No, it's okay to vent your anger, but scolding is indispensable, and it's useless for anyone to intercede at that time!

Having said that, Oreo didn't stop moving, and he saw the brightly lit magpie building from a distance.

The lights are still on, which means that the matter is not over.

Oreo couldn't take care of that much, he drew his cane and commanded his horse to slam the door open.

Now I can't care about hiding any traces, because the people in this manor will all die tonight!

Hearing the loud noise at the door, the waiter on the first floor was startled, Oreo didn't look at it, raised his hand to shoot it, and then rushed up to the second floor on his military horse.

Slamming the door open, Oreo swirled the muzzle of his gun and quickly aimed it at the first person he saw.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Oreo suddenly stopped.

Because Angeliel was in the arms of the fat pig.

Seeing Oreo, Angelil shouted.

"Oreo, you're not qualified to care about me! Besides, I volunteered! ”