Back at 14 Garton Road, everything is still the same, except that the streets of the West End are quieter than usual.

The fat woman walked out of the brick building with a pile of clothes, and saw that Bill was not too surprised, just greeted him flatly, and Bill also responded lightly.

"Bill, you're back. ”

"Hmm. ”

“...... Anyway, this morning the young people are making some kind of revolution, and the streets are full of people, and I thought you were with them. ”

"It's boring, it's boring. ”

"Well, you're still like this, forever so cold. ”

After a casual chat with the fat woman, and learning that his payment hadn't been mailed yet, Bill went back to his room.

The curtains block the sunlight in, the success of the bourgeois revolution will not have any more impact on his life, and the mysteries still surround Bill, unsolved.

However, the road must be walked step by step to be stable, and the rice must be eaten in one bite to be fragrant......

......

After the police car left the West End, he drove Shawei back to Stafford's Villa, where he had no time to take care of the police outside the city.

At this moment, Savay just wanted to see his father as soon as possible, the old Marquis of Stafford who was still on duty in the royal palace, and asked him why he had made such a weak choice.

He is obviously the person who values the glory of the nobility the most, the most loyal guardian of the traditional aristocratic class, and the most resolute shield under the rule of the aristocracy!

But Shawei didn't realize until today that he didn't know anything about his great father.

It wasn't until the sun went down, the troublemakers had dispersed, the street shops were gradually back in business, and the new regime was amended overnight, and the old Marquis de Stafford's home was finally home.

He was still unsmiling, wearing a red and black uniform that represented the captain of the royal guard, and the muscles on his face trembled when he saw Sha Wei, and even the wrinkles showed seriousness.

"You're back. ”

"Yes, father, I'm fine, you don't have to worry. ”

Shawe quickly greeted him, stood respectfully in front of the old Marquis de Stafford, and took the clothes that had been some years old.

He was confused and in dire need of his father's answer.

"Father, about last night......

"You're hurt?"

"Uh, ah, yes, it's just a minor injury, the housekeeper has already taken care of it for me, and it has no effect at all. ”

Shawei didn't expect the wound to be discovered so quickly, he became cramped, and probably the adult children did not want their parents to see that he was injured.

The Marquis de Stafford frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied.

"Come with me to the study, we need to talk individually. ”

"Also, remember to take care of yourself and don't always worry your mother. ”

"I'm very sorry, father, I'll pay attention to it later. ”

Following the old Marquis de Stafford, looking at his father's back, he suddenly realized that the man he had once regarded as a giant had gray hair and a straight back.

And the two sentences just now are all about caring about themselves.

Soon in the study, the old Marquis de Stafford's head went straight to the chaise longue, exhausted, and because of his age, he was no longer fit to go to the palace for duty.

There was only a dim gas lamp in the study, and Sha Wei turned to close the door, walked to the chaise longue, and obediently waited for the lecture.

The old Marquis de Stafford's motioned for him to move a chair and sit down, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.

"You probably want to know why I made this decision, why I didn't transfer troops at a critical moment, and didn't save our colleagues to the death?"

“...... That's right, father, I don't quite understand. ”

"No matter how large the number of citizens is, they can't compare to the regular army, as long as you send troops to suppress it, you can quickly retake the city and rescue the trapped officials. ”

"Why did you go to the palace at a critical moment, I heard that the palace was not attacked, His Majesty the king does not need the protection of the army, but you went into battle in person!"

Honestly, the old Marquis Stafford did not answer the question immediately, but asked him a few questions.

"Shawey, why didn't you come home last night?"

"What about the coat you've always worn on your body?"

"Did you encounter something strange when you went out, and it couldn't be explained by common sense at all?"

After a momentary speech, Sha Wei didn't want to tell the truth, but before he could answer, the old Marquis Stafford had already answered in advance, and his voice suddenly increased, and his face was hideous.

"I can't send troops to suppress it because you're in big trouble outside, my only son!"

"And you don't know, last night my people couldn't leave Brittus at all, they secretly used the power of that world!"

"From the very beginning, we didn't have a choice!!"

With a snap, the gas lamp suddenly shattered, and the study was completely plunged into darkness, Sha Wei hurriedly ran to the desk, rotated the screw bolt on the base of the gas lamp, and turned off the gas lamp to prevent gas leakage.

Also thinking of the invisible monster, Shawei's face was pale and gloomy, he had also heard his father say that this world is not only a superficial society.

Beyond the light, there are a very small number of special human beings who live on the dark side of society, possess mystical powers beyond mortals, and are bound by special rules.

Those who are unrestrained and try to use mysterious powers to influence normal society are branded as evil wizards by the Church, and the special groups under the control of the Church have to do things for the Holy See and answer the call.

For example, the Witch Hunter Association is a special group controlled by the church.

Stafford has this information because the family has a long history, passed down from generation to generation, and the legend continues to this day.

Maybe the real shape of that world is a little different from what Stafford knew, but not too far off.

“...... Father, did it really by people from that world?"

"But you, didn't you say that that the world will not interfere with our lives, and if there are violators, the Holy See will come forward to solve it and bury everything?"

"Why is that world involved, do we have no way to encounter them, but to wait for the Holy See to come forward to solve the problem?"

Sha Wei was still unwilling, he saw his subordinates being eaten alive by the monster, and the owner of the monster did not show up, that person was the real murderer who killed the police.

He also wants to avenge his subordinates personally!

"Shawei, do you remember what I taught you when you were a child?"

The old Marquis de Stafford's continued to ask him, and it was pitch black in the study, and only a faint moonlight entered the study through the cracks in the curtains.

He saw the scene some twenty years ago, when the Marquess of Stafford was still full of black hair and his expression was equally stern.

"Shawei, you must remember that no matter where you go to work when you grow up, never delve into things that you cannot understand. ”

"The world is far more complex than you see, and there are many boundaries that even Stafford can't touch. ”

"The only thing you can do is to curb the spread of curiosity—"

......

For the rest of the day, Bill rested at home, patiently waiting for society to return to normalcy and fiddling with the copper pocket watch that had been returned to its rightful owner.

It's just that he tried his best, and the pocket watch didn't respond.

Bill had no idea why Williams carried his pocket watch with him, and made it extremely important.

In the course of his short wait, he received several emails from Elijah Barclay, Shawe Stafford and Hansen Baker.

In the end, Illya bought the picture of Viscount Goode for 1,000 gold pounds, ensuring that whether the man would appear or not, she would not be troubled.

Anyway, a thousand gold pounds is just a drop in the ocean for the Barclays consortium, which has received many new orders, and the pocket money of children.

Bill accepted the money and handed the photographs to Illya, who had already decided that Viscount Goode was gone forever, and that the photographs would be dusty at the bottom of the drawer.

Then he unwrapped Shavay Stafford's letter, an invitation to Bill to attend a trial.

A trial to completely end the disappearance case and find out the murderer!