When Bawishi Brown, the director of the Johor Bahru pyroxene mine in Robida in Enspen, carried a bag of fruit into the door of the apartment for the senior employees of The Paper, the royal police who arrested Gastens had been gone for some time. Because it was work time, there were almost no people in the whole apartment, and the doors in the long hallway were closed. Barwich Brown walked three floors before he saw a man, a slender man in a shabby black robe, carrying a long wrap over his shoulder, and covering his face with a hood, with a foul smell on his body. Bavishi Brown called out to him with some hesitation.

"Hey, brother, I'll ask you something."

The black figure stopped, turned its head sideways, and Barwich Brown could feel the man observing him.

"I'm looking for Gastens or Steam Master Gabrin Zinman, do you know where Room 149 is on the third floor?"

Hearing Barwick Brown's words, the man in black's body trembled slightly, and his face hidden under the hood turned towards Barwick Brown, as if he wanted to remember his appearance. Frightened by the man's strange behavior, Ba Weishi took a step back, intending to give up on this unsuccessful way.

However, the black-robed man seemed to get enough information from the look he had just made, and he stretched out his hand to the end of the hallway, his fingers under the black robe were slender and white. Ba Wei Shi nodded at him, indicating that he saw his gesture. The man in black looked at him to confirm it, and then turned to leave.

What a strange person.

Although the Brown mine manager from a small place found this person suspicious, he had no intention of investigating it further. It only makes sense to find Gastens or Gablin as soon as possible and finalize the details of the auction. The pyroxene that they dug up in the mine before was identified as a top lot by Dafu Auction House, and said that they would wait for the large-scale six-nation auction of the Fire Festival in September to be auctioned. In order to be able to sell at a good price, Bawi Stone Brown agreed to the offer of the Dafu auction house and stayed in the hotel provided by the auction house for free. Previously, he used this time to visit Roseville and went to the outer perimeter of the Sanction Mage Tower to worship. Now, with only a month to go until the auction, he has to finalize the details of the auction with Gablin and Gastens to make sure that his little one can get the highest price.

Following the instructions of the man in black, Bawishi found Gablin's apartment, but, contrary to his expectations, the apartment seemed to have been attacked by a mob, the door of the apartment was smashed open, and the contents were turned over, and the ground was littered with footprints and some blood. Bavishi Brown stood in the doorway and hesitated for two seconds, deciding not to get involved in this inexplicable. He cautiously took two steps back and left the place of right and wrong.

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The black-robed man who gave Ba Weishi the direction left the apartment building and hurried forward with his head bowed. Although it is the height of summer in Roswell in August, the absolute temperature is not high due to its location on the northern side of the mainland. Although the black robe looked heavy, the temperature hidden under the black robe was bearable. The black-robed man walked down the street, stopping from time to time to observe the street sign and a pamphlet in his hand. Stop-and-go, stop-and-go, he left Roseville's Uptown and entered the relatively chaotic Easter Quarter, where he found a tavern--inn called "Ping'an" on the border between Easter and Downtown.

Because it was afternoon, the tavern on the first floor of the inn had not yet opened, and the man in black showed a key to the janitor at the door and entered the inn. He climbed the creaking staircase, turned the corner, and found his destination at the end of the second floor of the inn.

An ordinary, long-term booked tavern room.

After observing left and right, the black-robed man confirmed that he was not being followed, he opened the door with the key, pushed the door in, and did not forget to lock the door with his backhand and insert the latch. It was only then that he was almost certain that he was safe. He took off his robe, which had a peculiar smell, revealing a bumpy body.

Daisy Richardson sat heavily in her chair and let out a soft breath. When she first met the bearded uncle, she was really worried that she would be discovered. However, fortunately, the uncle didn't seem to care about herself, otherwise, she really didn't know whether she would have killed him with the small gas cylinder pistol she was holding in her other hand at the time.

That's right, a small pistol powered by a high-pressure gas cylinder that Daisy had never heard of before. The pistol, along with two thick booklets, had been carefully placed by Gastens at the bottom of the dark compartment. When the Royal Police searched the house and took all the valuables, Daisy followed Gastens' instructions and found the box at the bottom of the compartment.

The box once again refreshed Daisy's perception of Gastens. From her earliest days, she only knew Gastens as a serf, worker, and auditor with a deep study of communism, but later she discovered that Gastens was also a master of steam, whom her father called a genius, and later, the box she found in the dark grid seemed to tell her that Gastens was much more than it seemed.

There are quite a few things in the dark grid, two gas cylinder pistols, and two pamphlets, which are maps of Roseville and maps of the whole country at different scales. The seven keys represent the seven different hideouts that Gastens has prepared in the city. A foul-smelling black robe and smock to hide the traces, and a thin handwritten booklet, unnamed, with several escape routes and hidden identities written in it.

How could these things be prepared by a young man who had been a serf for seventeen years?

Daisy couldn't imagine that the more she knew about Gastens, the more she found Gastens mysterious. Where exactly did this man come from and what purpose did he have? What is the purpose of everything he has prepared?

Doubts are doubts, and the dangers in the vicinity have not been eliminated. If "Fluorite" is investigated, it means that Daisy's entire communist group will be in danger, including herself. So, as Garth said in his pamphlet, she can't contact her relatives now, she can't go back to her own place, and all the rules of conduct can only have one principle.

Stealthy and unobtrusive.

Stick to this principle until the risk passes.

Daisy sighed softly and waved her hand, trying to reduce some of the smell on that burqa. I don't know what Gastens used to make this robe have such an awe-inspiring effect. She flipped through the pamphlet again, read a few of its sentences, got up and searched around the room, finally finding another larger box under the bed.

Inside the box was a bag of money, about 7 crowns, several pieces of clothing, thick and thin, some sun-dried cakes and salt, what appeared to be emergency food, and a set of false identity documents.

Daisy sorted out the contents of the box, and her curiosity about Gastens rose to a new level. Judging from the time these things were placed, it was clear that Gastens had been preparing to flee a long time ago, why did he have such a high sense of vigilance? Why was he so sure he would be in the predicament of fleeing?

Could this be the consciousness of a qualified communist? Instead of Daisy and his classmates' playful theoretical discussions?

Daisy calmed her turbulent mood and sat down. Now that things have happened, she must find a solution to the problem. If Gastens is the same age as himself can do this, then Daisy Richardson, who has always prided himself as an excellent person, is even less likely to lag behind!

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William Richardson is in trouble.

Big trouble.

"Mr. Richardson, I inform you once again that your daughter Daisy Richardson, your student Gastens Allen, a serf, have all been confirmed to be involved in a conspiracy to subvert state power, and the newspaper they publish, "Fluorite", you have also read, advocate a republic, try to set off the working class to defend their rights, disrupt social order, and endanger the dignity of the royal family, even if you are a viscount, these crimes cannot be solved, let alone ignored."

Royal Detective Hank Connelly sat across from William Richardson with his legs crossed, and on the iron table between the two of them, there were several copies of "Fluorite" and some messy materials.

"I really don't know."

William Richardson seems to have aged ten years all of a sudden, his thick brown hair has turned half white in a week, and there are many more wrinkles on his face.

"The last time I saw my daughter, it was when I went to school a month ago, and I don't know what she did and what she did before, and I don't know where she is now, really."

"Mr. Richardson," Hank Connelly tapped his index finger impatiently on the table, "maybe you don't get it yet. Have you forgotten that three years ago, your son Nick Richardson was hanged by the Royal Police for inciting serfs to try to abolish serfdom? Your son is dead, and now you want to watch your last daughter be killed? Do you know that the police officers who are now searching for her all over the city have received orders that do not matter whether they live or die? You also know those people under my command, many of them are ruffians and hooligans, your daughter is so beautiful, she is still a top student, if they find her, what will happen to her, can't you imagine? If you really want to treat her as your last daughter, tell me where she is as soon as possible! That way, you'll at least have one daughter intact! ”

"Let you find her and hang her?" William Richardson's tone was heavy, perhaps remembering his dead son, and his expression was painful, burying his face between his hands.

"No, you still don't understand", Hank Connelly shook his finger, "Daisy is just an accomplice, our inquiries with the other students have confirmed that that serf, Gastens Warren, is the culprit who pushed them to publish this newspaper, he is dead, but your daughter, although she is the leader of the communist group, is not enough to be hanged, after finding her, as long as you are willing to pay some bail, you can go back with an intact daughter, you understand?" ”

Richardson was silent, he rubbed his face up and down with both hands for a long time before he raised his head and looked at the detective opposite him in frustration.

"Detective Connery, I'd love to help, but, but I don't really know where my daughter is......"

Hank Connery was silent, and he leaned over and scrutinized Richardson's expression to see if he was lying. But from any point of view, he doesn't seem to have a motive to lie. After a long moment, Connery spat on the ground and stood up.

"Well, when you remember, I'd like you to contact us."

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After a week-long investigation of assistance, William Richardson returned to his residence in the middle of the night. His daughter Daisy, who used to be a very well-behaved little girl who never did bad things, doesn't know when she started, but she became a little rebellious and independent. Richardson never dared to think deeply about the cause and effect, just as he did not dare to face his dead son.

"That's obviously your dream! My brother was hanged for your dreams, but you didn't even have the courage to look at him? ”

Two years ago, late one night, Daisy, who had returned from Nick Richardson's grave, had a rare burst of anger at her father. The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and she glared at her father. But William Richardson didn't know how to answer that question.

Yes, the abolition of serfdom was originally his dream, and Nick also had the idea of equality for everyone because of his education. His death, in the final analysis, was the fault of William, the man who was a father. Perhaps, it was because of extreme guilt and self-blame that William felt that he was not qualified to see the dead son.

But how can you explain these words to your daughter?

The week after Nick was hanged, William's wife, Daisy's mom, left him. This once peaceful and happy home is left with a frustrated father and an angry daughter. And with the passage of time and the appearance of Garstens, William once thought that the relationship between himself and his daughter could be eased a little, and he did see hope for ease. However, in the end, he still had to face the ending he had been afraid of.

Loneliness in old age.

Close the door and return to the empty home. Viscount William Richardson sat down at his desk and poured himself a glass of wine. His son died, the little serf he admired was about to be hanged, and his daughter was missing. His wife has not been heard from since three years ago, so what is the point of his life?

But there is no way, people have to live after all, and only by living can there be hope. Daisy hasn't been caught yet, he still has some money and connections, so it's okay to work hard to get out of this old face and ask for a stable life for himself and his daughter.

William Richardson opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a rolled-up portrait. It was a family portrait of his family, him, his wife, his son and daughter. The painting was supposed to hang in the middle of his study, but since his son was hanged, he put it away. Now, William wants to take another look at his home.

As Richardson pulled out the scroll, he saw an envelope under the scroll, an envelope that was definitely not supposed to be there. William hesitated for a second and opened the envelope, which contained a note that was not long.

Father, I'm fine, don't look for me. I don't blame you for my brother's business.

Your daughter, Daisy.

William, who was sitting at the table, looked at the note in his hand, and his whole body became stiff, like a stone statue. After a long time, he carefully placed the letter on the table, covered his face, curled up, and cried in a low voice.

His cries rushed through the full study, like a sleepy beast struggling and screaming, looking for a way out.