After releasing the pressure, Bill regained his patience and returned to his composure.

Continuing to track, today is Saturday, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs leaves work early, and when Viscount Goode walks out of the gate of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, night has not yet fully fallen.

He did not take a carriage, and with the butler's pick-up, they walked to the noble quarter.

Bill disguised himself as he followed, business as usual, when suddenly his body shook and he felt a gaze sweep over.

"Killer?"

Turning his head in an instant, exploring the rear, pedestrians rushed on the busy street, and the sense of being watched quickly disappeared.

Vigilant, his eyes rolling from side to side, he wasn't sure who the watcher was, Williams had a lot of secrets, and he had to dig up slowly.

Afterglow stared at Viscount Goode as they turned the corner and walked into the alley.

Quicken your pace to keep up, but when Bill turned and walked into the alley, the alley was empty, and the viscount and butler were all gone.

"What about people?"

"Did he find me?"

......

"That's you, the one who follows me every day. ”

The voice sounded behind him, and Viscount Goode walked out of an old building, walking slowly, holding an impractical decorative gun in his hand, and seemed to be at ease.

The butler stood in front of Viscount Goode, separating Bill from the Viscount and glaring at Bill angrily, as if he had done the most heinous and bad thing to the nobleman.

Bill took a few steps back and shrugged, acting harmless.

"Who are you, and why are you following our master?"

The butler frowned, with the same weapon in his hand, full of hostility, his beard and hair mixed with black and white, and it seemed that he had served more than one generation of Viscount Goode.

"Your Excellency, I ......"

"I'm just a little newspaper reporter, and this is my press card. ”

After a little thought, Bill took out his press card, and the butler stepped forward to check.

"Sir, I followed His Excellency Lord Goode just to find out some news, there really is no malice, although I am sorry, but it is my job. ”

Spreading his hands, Bill suddenly discovers that the identity of a journalist is very useful, and no matter who he follows, there is a shameless reason.

"Okay butler, don't get excited. ”

"Look at his young age, he's just a kid, don't scare him. ”

"I'm used to being followed by these ignorant and shoddy journalists. ”

Viscount Goode showed the tolerance of the nobility, elegantly retracted the revolver and became a gentleman.

“...... Yes, sir. ”

The butler could only obey the order, glaring at Bill and returning the press card to Bill, still standing in front of Viscount Goode to prevent him from making a dangerous move.

"What's your name and what newspaper do you work for?"

“...... My name is Williams Cliff and I'm a reporter for the new editorial agency. ”

"New Editor's ......"

"I have a little impression, I remember that your newspaper's remarks were quite radical, and you scolded the government and the aristocracy a lot. ”

Viscount Goode thought for a moment and confronted the stalker with ease, with a peculiar narcissistic aura in him, as proud as if he had everything under control.

"Your Excellency, I don't know very well, but I am not responsible for those pages. ”

"Of course, you must be responsible for providing material for the entertainment page, because there will always be countless lace news to dig up on me!"

Viscount Goode raised his head, facing the low-level reporter who was caught, he was in high spirits, and he didn't vomit or be unhappy.

"I know why the newspaper is interested in me, because you are jealous of me, jealous that I am born noble. ”

"You slander me with the worst language, hoping to break me down and make me collapse as soon as possible!"

"But I still live a life every day that you can't imagine in your life, and your reports have no impact on me, and even make me famous!"

"Do you know who I'm going to meet next?"

Viscount Goode scorned, and Bill shook his head.

He didn't mind the aristocrats' self-righteous and disdainful gaze, like an ignorant clown, who didn't even know that life and death were in the hands of others at the moment.

"Of course, the beautiful and pure Miss Jeanne Mils!"

"Born in a pastor's family, she stood in the round concert hall at the age of 18, and was the most innocent girl in the eyes of people. ”

"Come with me, you can take a photo of us in person, she is worried that she has no chance to be exposed. ”

Bill shook his head again, no amount of this kind of lace news could threaten him.

This man understands that he is the focus, and although he is dissatisfied with the reports, he can always show more scandals, which will not affect him in any way.

He has been playing with the edge of his feelings, and he never seems to cross the line.

Viscount Goode and the butler left haughtily, and a hint of irritability rose in Bill's heart.

"Tomorrow is Sunday, let's see if what Viscount Goode said about being entangled by a woman is of any use. 」

"It's still a painless message, just kill him and make him disappear forever!"

"Then we have to take revenge on the woman in other ways. 」

"Huh?"

"What are you worried about, there are many ways......

It was still early, and Bill sent the content of the past few days to the photo studio, which was downstairs from the newspaper office, and the owner of the photo studio and the newspaper staff were very familiar with it.

The film is handed over to the studio owner, and Bill returns to the brick building, where the payment has not yet arrived, making it impossible for him to return the room.

......

Sunday is a legal day off, and even the civilian areas come alive.

People are out shopping, horse-drawn carriages are running through the streets, there are no heavy workers marching, discounts are being offered in the shops, and dolls are using funny moves to attract children to come into the shops to play.

I haven't seen a demonstration for many days, and it seems that the police have arrested people and demonstrated that the whole society is in an unprecedented state of stability.

This morning, Viscount Goode came to inspect his estate in Brittus.

The times are rapidly evolving, and the aristocracy cannot rely on land alone for income, and the brainy nouveau riche has invested in many fields and quickly accumulated wealth.

The traditional aristocracy was more cautious, making money in industries that were strictly controlled by the government.

Although the Goode family has a long history, Viscount Goode does not seem to have a business acumen, and the newspapers have always been sarcastic about his investment, and Viscount Goode has proved with practical actions that he really has no talent for making money.

However, in order to show the rich financial resources of the Goode family, Viscount Goode still maintains a luxurious life, spending a lot of money on women, and never feels distressed.

But the day when the money is spent, in the era of rapid growth in consumption levels, although Viscount Goode maintains his dignity on the surface, as the wealth of the Goode family becomes less and less, his heart also begins to be anxious.

So when Colonn Barclay put the picture of Illya in front of him, he showed great interest in the woman.

Anyway, he has long been a famous playboy, as long as he can get a huge dowry, even if he marries the daughter of a businessman with an unmatched status, he can claim that he is overwhelmed by Illya's beauty, which is better than the impact of bankruptcy caused by poor management.

Viscount Goode was in the company all morning, and on weekends the employees were off, and he just looked around and did not make any constructive comments on the company's development.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Viscount Goud finally left the company, and the butler and coachman were already waiting at the door.

Leaving the central block for the civilian area, which seemed to be shrouded in thicker fog, the driver carefully looked around and made sure that no one was following him, and then turned a few corners in the street of the civilian area and slowly drove into a dark alley.

It's just that he didn't see that under a row of abandoned old houses, there was a shadow, which was particularly dark and huge.

Bill slowly stepped out of the shadows, and the shadow quickly shrank to a normal size.

He loved the alley.

"Hey, did I finally find the secret that I didn't want others to know?"

"Heh......"

Tracking this was far more tedious than expected, and Bill's patience had long since run out, and he wasn't sure at what point he would have struck without that venting.

Bill vaguely felt like he was getting weird, but his brain told him that he would only become irritable if he was entangled in these abrasive, nasty, and troublesome things.

Trying to calm the mood, which he has done a lot lately.

"Whew-"

"Stay sane, Bill, you still have a lot to do, and buying a murderer won't keep you dangling on the street for too long. ”

With shadows under his shoes, his steps were light, and he walked through the narrow alleys, and occasionally rats came out of the corners and fled in a panic, as if they were alarmed.

It was dark, the clouds were low, and a heavy rain seemed to be coming, and the carriage left traces on the dusty path, revealing its whereabouts.

Walking through a dark alley, Bill saw the carriage parked across the street from the dilapidated wooden house, and the coachman yawning.

The housekeeper waited in front of the door of the wooden house, the door was closed, and there was a faint cry in the quiet abandoned area.

Bypassing the butler's view from the west, Bill came to the side of the boardhouse, which smelled of dust, the dilapidated boardhouse didn't even have glass, and all the windows were nailed with several planks crossed.

He doesn't even need a shadow eyeball, he can see everything through the cracks.

......

"Your Excellency, you can't let me lose it, this is your child, do you really want to be so cruel?"

A faint light shone into the plank room, in which there was a plank bed, and the woman was crying, and Viscount Goode sat in a soft chair without speaking, with a cigar in his mouth.

"Marlene, I've told you many times that I don't think the child is mine. ”

"And you must know that it is impossible for me to marry you, even if the child is mine, the illegitimate child will not be able to share half of the property, let alone inherit the title!"

"The law doesn't recognize it, there's nothing it can do. ”

Viscount Goode frowned and exhaled a cloud of smoke, and Marlene cried even harder.

"Your Excellency, I never wanted to get a name, I just want you to know how much I love you and want to give birth to a child for you......"

"I'll get you a personal doctor as soon as possible, and when it's over, I can give you a sum of money to live out the rest of your life. ”

The words were resolute, and Viscount Goode did not hesitate at all.

Now is the critical moment for his marriage with the Barclays consortium, and it is just a peach scandal with female stars, and he can promise that Illya will break off all relationships after marriage.

But if it were rumored that he had an illegitimate child, it would be a great disaster.

Not only did the Goode family not get Barclay's dowry, but the people, the nosy church, and the nobles who didn't think much of it would force him to marry this pregnant female branch girl who had no money, no power, and no power.

The devil knows whose child in her womb really is, and the Goode family can't be ruined on such a woman.

Marlene was still begging, even kneeling on the ground and hugging his legs.

"No, Your Excellency, you can't do that!"

"Please, killing is the original sin, you can't deprive the child of his life and my right to love you, I'm going crazy and I'm going to do crazy things......"

Viscount Goode shook his legs impatiently and smoked, shaking off Marlene.

Bill took out his camera, the lens was pressed against the gap in the wooden board, accompanied by a miserable cry, he filmed the woman's helplessness and stomach, as well as the action of Viscount Goode shaking off the woman in disgust.

This information was enough for the woman to hand over the safe.

It was getting dark, and he had to wash out the photo as soon as possible and negotiate with the woman.

......

Bill left quietly, and everything continued in the boarded room.

Shaking off Marlene's hand, Viscount Goode was even more impatient, he used many methods, this stupid woman did not agree to kill the child, and even threatened herself, if the child was gone, it would be exposed that he killed the unborn life.

In the face of such a crazy woman, he has long lost patience.

Maybe......

There's only one way to shut her up forever?

Viscount Goode became more and more annoyed, this idea popped into his mind more than once, but now is not the old society, and nobles cannot decide the life and death of others at will.

He now regrets every day that he has caused trouble with the female branch girl.

"Enough, don't cry!"

"Look at how you cry, if you want to cry, get out and cry, let me be quiet for a while!"

"Butler, take her out to calm down!"

Screaming excitedly, his thoughts further confused by the sound of cries, Viscount Goud slammed to his feet, completely ignoring Marlene's fall.

The butler opened the door, lifted Marlene from the ground, and led her out of the dilapidated wooden room.

With a creak, the butler closed the door, and Viscount Goode took a deep breath and pulled out his revolver.

His palms trembled slightly, and he hadn't made up his mind yet.

With the butler's support, Marlene sobbed and got into the carriage, he looked at this woman with disdain, and if she wasn't pregnant, he wouldn't care if she fell or not.

Returning to the door of the wooden house, the butler muttered quietly.

"Alas, I hope that the marriage between the lord and Barclay this time can be carried out logically, and with the lord's current reputation, there is no way to find a noble lady to marry. ”

"Poor old man......"

The cold wind blew through the alley, and the coachman leaned on the carriage, suddenly shivered, and quickly tugged at the collar.

The sky was even darker and darker, dark clouds gathered on the horizon, as if within reach, and the heavy rain was still accumulating, and I don't know when it was pouring down, washing away the oppressive city.

The housekeeper stood conscientiously in the wind, his legs slightly numb.

He pulled out his brass pocket watch, and it was six o'clock in the evening, and Viscount Goode had been alone in the plank room for half an hour, and had not yet given any orders.

Waiting time, seems to be a bit long?

The butler was confused, and even Marlene stopped crying and walked slowly towards the butler.

"Mr. Butler, let me in, and let me speak with Your Excellency Lord one more time. ”

"I promise, I won't cry anymore. ”

The haggard face was repainted, Marlene's eyes were full of despair and determination, and the butler frowned and hesitated.

He decided to ask Viscount Goode first.

"Master, Marlene wants to talk to you again, can she come in?"

Knocking lightly on the door, the butler maintained the utmost respect for the Goode family at all times and places, but received no response.

"Sir, do you need help, may I come in?"

The butler struck harder, and suddenly a strong wind swept in, and the sand and gravel flew all over the sky, fascinating his eyes.

Rubbing his eyelids vigorously, the wind became more violent, whistling through the gloomy and empty dark alleys, and the butler's heart rose faintly uneasy, and inexplicable panic filled his nerves.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Master, I'm in!"

For the sake of Viscount Goode's safety, he slammed the door open.

The room was empty.

The butler's eyes widened, and he froze in place.

Marlene's puzzled voice sounded, and he finally reacted, and instantly rushed into the plank room, carefully searching every corner, but still did not find it.

......

"The old man is gone?"

"I, I'm obviously guarding outside, there is no other exit here, how can the master disappear!"

"How is that possible!?"

"Coachman!Coachman!!"

At this moment, the butler's heart was full of doubts about himself, and he frantically called for the coachman.

In the dilapidated and old alleys, two men and a woman braved the wind to search and shout along the streets.

But Viscount Goode was like evaporating from the world, disappearing without a trace.

......