Mr. Price returns to the venue to find the man who handled the explosives, while Officer Christopher stays behind to help Mr. Pasteur.

After a few more moments, Monsieur Pasteur finally dismantled all the detonating devices he could find.

"It's safe." Elena breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry about it all the time."

"It's too early to rejoice." "I've destroyed all the detonators, but the explosives are still buried here. If you want to get rid of the threat completely, you have to dig them all out."

"Officer Christopher, are you here alone?" Bella asked.

With so many dangerous devices, even a professional like Mr. Pasteur took more than an hour to dismantle the detonator. It's hard to imagine what a police officer could do if he came alone.

"Of course not, how can I handle it alone?" Christopher replied, "The rest of the men are on standby in the woods a mile away, and will come at once when they get my orders."

"That's right......" Bella thought.

Officer Christopher came prepared.

"Next, it's up to Mr. Price to find the prisoner." Elena said, "Is Ling Zun familiar with the people invited?"

"Uh......" Miss Margaret frowned slightly, "to celebrate my aunt's birthday—in fact, he chose Ruyi-kun—anyway, he invited everyone he could think of. Most of them are old friends, and some of them are friends of my grandfather before his death, and I didn't usually interact much, but I invited everything I could this time."

"So, Mr. Price isn't familiar to everyone, is he?"

"Hmm."

"Looks like things are getting a little in trouble."

Elena remembered what Mr. Murray had said earlier. He had met Margaret's grandfather, Mr. Price Sr., many years earlier, and had not kept in touch for so long, and it was only on Miss Fremea's birthday that he had been invited.

It can be seen that Mr. Price is not familiar with all the guests.

"Not only that, but there are a lot of young people in the same company, right?" Bella added, "Because it was necessary to choose a good match for Miss Fremea, Mr. Price asked them to bring all the unmarried men they could bring with them. Didn't Mr. Pasteur, for example, come to the banquet with his teacher, Professor Pascal?"

"yes, that's a bigger scope." Elena also felt the trouble.

Even if you are a good friend of Mr. Price, you may have a stranger with you. Without knowing the facts, it is difficult to rule out suspicion.

"It's really annoying," said Margaret with a wry smile, "is it true that my aunt is not destined to marry?"

"Don't worry, Margaret," reassures Elena, "Miss Fremea is so pretty, and all the men here are smitten at her. You say yes, Mr. Pasteur?"

"Uh-hmm." Mr. Pasteur was a little dumbfounded, but nodded in cooperation with Elena.

"And maybe Miss Fremea already has a sweetheart herself?" Elena continued.

"Huh?" Margaret was visibly surprised, "Is this going to be the case?"

"Well, did you ask her?"

"Well...... Not really." Margaret said, "I haven't thought about that yet."

"Perhaps, the reason why she picks and chooses everyone is because she already has an ideal goal in mind, and they haven't achieved it." Elena held up a finger and said meaningfully.

"Really......" Margaret suddenly fell into thought.

She seemed to be really recalling, if there were any clues that could catch her aunt's sweetheart.

"I'll go check it out first." Bella spoke, and walked into the hall of the villa.

Now that the dance party has reached its climax, everyone has drunk three rounds, some dance enthusiastically to the music, some toast with their companions, and everyone has integrated into the cheerful atmosphere.

Miss Fremea was sitting and chatting with Mr. Murray, and the expressions on their faces were a little out of place in the room.

It's like a pair of colleagues, discussing things at work as if no one else is around.

Mrs. Roland and Miss Elsa seemed to quarrel with the group of people at the Jacobin Club over something, and although the words were more vehement, they did not fight much, and it was more face-saving to Mr. Price.

And what about Mr. Price? He walked through the crowd, chatting with the guests one by one in the name of toasting, hoping to find out.

Bella stood silently and watched the hall when a young man approached.

"Excuse me, did you see Louis?" It was Josip Lodvico Lagrangeia, a classmate of Mr. Pasteur.

"Are you looking for him?" Bella asked rhetorically.

Although the other party had already spoken like that, the answer was actually obvious, but Bella still hesitated slightly.

"I haven't seen him since I just saw him, so I don't know where he went." Josep replied.

"He's at the door." Bella said.

Since he is a classmate of Mr. Pasteur, there should be no problem, and he can be trusted.

"Thank you." Josep thanked him and walked out of the hall.

Not long after, Mr. Price came over with a dejected face.

"Looking at your expression, doesn't you seem optimistic?" Bella said.

"Ugh." Mr. Price sighed helplessly, "I really don't have a clue, and I don't dare to ask directly, for fear of letting the other party notice."

"Mr. Price, did you invite them separately one by one when you were making preparations?" Bella asked.

"Yes, Hilal hadn't gone back yet, and he arranged an invitation for me." Mr. Price replied, "Hilal can be trusted."

"And who know that you will invite Monsieur Robespierre's daughter?" Bella then asked.

"Well...... I sent it directly to the Jacobin Club, so the invitations were from several of them together." "However, it is Mr. Robespierre that I have invited," said Mr. Price, "and it is indeed unexpected that he should not be able to take a break from his official duties and that Mr. Salemon should bring his daughter over."

"In other words, the original plan was to go to Monsieur Robespierre's appointment, but he was not free because of his official business—how many people knew about it?" Bella continued.

"What do you mean......"

"To put it simply, Mademoiselle Robespierre had planned not to be invited, but it turned out to be. And before she arrives, I'm afraid even you can't predict it, right? Not to mention the average guest. This means that this is an emergency. Then, those who know about this matter should have a fairly well-informed information channel; Or, perhaps, he must have had a close relationship with Monsieur Robespierre, and knew that this was bound to happen."

"In this way, the group of people in the Jacobin Club are the most suspicious." "Mr. Salemon is one of those who is specifically responsible for escorting," Price said.

"Judging from the current information, this is indeed possible." Bella said, "But it's not entirely certain. I always felt like I was missing some important clue."

"Then I'll go over and have a look." With that, Mr. Price walked over.

Bella, on the other hand, sat alone in her chair and watched the situation in the room.

Mr. Price walked to the club, and by this time Mrs. Roland and Miss Elsa had gone elsewhere.

Mademoiselle Rhaeys de Robespierre and the rest of the gentlemen warmly invited Price to drink, and Price raised his glass cheerfully.

From Bella's side, you can vaguely hear what they are talking about.

"What a pity," said Mr. Price in a rather regretful tone. "Monsieur Robespierre didn't make it."

"My father is really busy." "Especially in the last few days, when I've been busy until midnight, my mother has complained a lot!"

"Oh? What is he up to?" Mr. Price asked.

"Well, it's all some work, and I don't really understand it." Leenys replied, "Looks like something was lost at the Palace of Versailles."

"Lost something in the palace?"

"yes, you say that's not the job of the Paris police? He's a Chancellor of the Exchequer, so why is he involved in this?" Rhaenys pouted, as if she were making a fuss.

"Maybe His Majesty trusts him more, right?" Mr. Salemon comforted from the sidelines.

"Your Majesty is important, but my mother and I are not important?"

"How can this be the same, that's work, Miss."

"Yes," Mr. Price tried to calm her down, "Mr. Robespierre is working so hard for you and Lingtang."

"Really, you all helped him talk."

It seems that the comfort of the two had the opposite effect on Rhaenys.

In order to change his mood, Monsieur Salemon asked the Count of Aaltoa, who was beside him, to invite Mademoiselle Robespierre up for two dances, which was the end of the unfortunate topic just now.

Mr. Price continued to talk to several others.

Just then, Elena came to Bella's side.

"Ah, it's boring." Elena grumbled as soon as she came over.

"What's wrong?" Bella asked calmly, "Aren't you out with Margaret to accompany Monsieur Pasteur to check the explosives?"

"That's how it was." Elena said, "But, you know what? Mr. Pasteur's classmate, it seems, was Josep, and as soon as the two of them met, they began to discuss what was the largest and the smallest, what the coordinate curve, and what variations and so on. Margaret is still listening to it with relish!"

"Yes......" Bella was not surprised, as expected, "Is Anna still under the tree?"

"Oh, yes." Elena suddenly stood up again, "I came in to get the blanket, and Anna was asleep outside. It's so cold at night, I can't let her catch a cold."

"I'll take a look." With that, Bella also stood up and walked outside.