In the silence, everyone looked at each other, but in the end, they looked at the vulture. Obviously, the vulture, even here, is the least expected.

Sensing the gazes of other people falling on him, the vulture was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became furious: "You suspect that I betrayed you? Damn, I also have a share in this business, why should I make trouble for myself?!"

"I'm just reminding everyone not to leave anything behind. ”

"Of course there will be no hand tails left!"

The vulture's voice was full of irritation: "What now, are we going to wait for the secret police to come and take us away one by one?!"

The royal family has long been unhappy with us, especially because of that curse, the empress's recent mental state is very problematic. Now the royal family has not hesitated to rely on external forces to seek help from the Orientals...... If they knew we were making trouble at this juncture, they wouldn't let us go. ”

"Calm down, the Fifth Division just got the news. The green falcon only cooperated with the investigation and was not arrested. ”

Robin said coldly, "If they have solid evidence, everyone may have to talk in a different place now."

When the time comes, I'm sure that the Fifth Department will be able to open a private room for us in Arkham Mental Hospital, and maybe we can open a PATTY in it. ”

"You mean, they can't do anything about us for the time being?" the vultures were incredulous.

"You still haven't figured it out, why did that Sherlock Holmes guy choose to send you a letter?"

The robin said coldly, "He's blackmailing you, friend!

The vulture panicked, "You can just want as much money as you want!"

"Hahaha, are you kidding?"

The robin was amused: "Gentlemen, may I warn you that you may have met the most arrogant kidnapper in the history of Avalon!"

- He's already dropped the ransom letter with the hostage's little thumb into the mailboxes of the fourteen families! He's declaring war on most of Avalon!

Can this kind of madman really be fed with money?"

The crowd fell silent.

Everyone felt a chill in their backs.

A lot of times, it's not a good thing to be targeted by a madman.

What's more, this madman may also be a black musician!

The most terrifying thing is that this is still a company that can escape the 'Avalon Barrier'. Escape the sight of the Musicians Guild and infiltrate the Black Musicians of Avalon!

No one knows what those crazy guys are going to do!

“...... Why don't we stop it?"

A thin voice rang out from the crowd-

The birds fluttered and looked to the place where the sound was coming from. At the back of the crowd. The magpie's eyes dodged, and it was obvious that he had been frightened.

He said, "As long as we don't get involved in the 'Shadow of Avalon' and don't look for the 'blood path', even the Black Musician won't rashly fight against us......, right? Besides......"

He couldn't go on.

Because of the robin's cold eyes.

"Now that you think you have room to stop?"

He said coldly: "We tried our best to provoke the struggle in the lower city. Isn't the return of the suppression of shamans just to find clues to the blood path? Over the years, the empress has been deliberately weakening our foundation, trying to make the glorious blood become a mascot-like ornament.

Now is the time for the royal family to be weakened like never before, and with the blood path, we can take the initiative. When the time comes, even the empress will have to look at our faces!

It's just a small black musician blocking the way! What are you afraid of?! Didn't the shaman of the past be forced away by our team?"

"But what should we do now?" asked the owl, "will we let that black musician of Sherlock Holmes continue to cause trouble?"

"We don't have to do anything. ”

The robin suddenly said, "Just wait for that Sherlock Holmes bastard to show his feet." As long as that bastard still dares to leave any clues, his end will come!"

"If he denounces us......"

"How?"

Robin sneered: "His biggest mistake was to write us a letter and give us time to prepare. As long as we destroy the evidence and unify the voice, he will not be able to move a single hair of us!

Moreover. Not all of Avalon's nobles are as perfect as 'Lancelot'. Everyone has some shady business more or less, will the royal family kill all the nobles?"

There was silence in the crowd, and the pelican sighed softly:

"It's just that the rat club is going to give up. ”

Hearing this, the vulture couldn't help but feel distressed: hundreds of thousands of pounds of income every month, as well as those tools that specialized in black work, just gave up...... It's like ripping meat out of your heart.

And money is still secondary, without the Rats, their eyes and ears and influence in the lower city will be completely gone, and everything will have to start all over again.

But that shaman has recently returned to Avalon, and it's fucking unlucky!

"Rest assured. If we can lift up a rat club, we can lift up other people, and there are people in Downtown who want to get in touch with us. ”

The robin's voice was full of cruelty: "All along, we have been too indulgent to those black necks. Just take advantage of this mess to clean up.

Just like nine years ago, anyone who knows the times can stay, whether it's a shaman, a professor, or that Sherlock Holmes, they have to die.

When the time comes, the clues of the blood path will be completely in our hands. ”

"And Sam. Someone added: "Deal with Sam first, that guy knows too much." If you come out and identify us, it will be very troublesome. ”

"Don't worry, Sam will die tonight. ”

Robin said lightly: "In order to prepare for this day, I have already hired a 'blood spell master' to cast a spell on him. Next, as long as you take care of your own hands and tails, you won't have any problems. ”

"Take care of it...... Tetail?"

The vulture muttered to himself, opened his eyes from reality, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his pupils-

"Karen, Karen!"

Spencer pushed open the door to the study and shouted the butler's name, "Let Cullen come to me!"

He paced silently in his study, his face gloomy, carefully considering every link. But while he was thinking intently, there was a faint cry and shouting that made him upset.

"What's going on?" he asked aloud and irritating.

Outside the door, the servant whispered, "Master, Master Edmund...... I'm crying again. ”

"He's still crying!"

Spencer was furious. He grabbed the oriental vase worth a thousand gold and smashed it at the servant's feet:

"The family has given him so much hope, but he can't even compare to a finger of Banner, let alone Banner's brother 'Gavin'. ”

On weekdays. He was always full of pity when he mentioned this young son, but now his heart was full of anger that had nowhere to vent: "Forget it when he quietly took such a precious thing from his uncle, he was turned into a waste by a black neck!

The servant was silent, not daring to reply, when he saw Cullen coming. He quietly withdrew from the study.

In the silence, only Edmund's faint crying could be heard, and voices such as 'I'm going to let him die' and 'Father, I want to see my father' could be heard faintly, which made people more and more irritated.

"Karen, go shut him up!"

Spencer said coldly, "Otherwise, throw yourself into the confinement cell!"

"Yes. ”

Karen nodded in surprise and was about to turn around and go out, but heard a voice behind him: "Find out all the things that the rats will send, you can't keep them." ”

He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously calculated the value of those things. Some incredulous: "All of them?"

"All of them. ”

Spencer nodded coldly: "Get the boiler room ready for preheating, and tell them that they'll be using that thing soon." ”――

Half an hour later, the boiler room had been turned into a furnace.

In this hot weather, there were even people who burned the boiler, fought hard to drum the fire, threw coal into it continuously, and raised the temperature of the furnace.

Every breath felt like swallowing the fire slurry, and the pain seemed to burn inside.

Spencer stood in front of the massive boiler and stared up at the behemoth big enough to heat an entire estate in the winter.

The door to the furnace, which was a full man high, was open. The foehn swept in with a scarlet glow.

He was sweating profusely, covering his mouth with a handkerchief and breathing hard.

"Ready. Master. ”

Cullen staggered through the door and whispered, "It's all here." ”

Spencer looked back at the dozens of carts filled with antiques, account books, Oriental silks, Burgundian wines, Asgardian tobacco, and precious antiquities.

His heart ached, and he didn't dare to look at it anymore, just closed his eyes. Wave your hand and signal them as soon as possible.

The burly servant pushed the cart and walked towards the red-hot door of the furnace. From a distance, I saw that their hair was curled, and their whole body was burned red.

They didn't even dare to get too close to the stove, but let go of their hands far away and threw the whole cart into the stove.

In the scorching red flames and the burning light that seemed to come from hell, the precious things were so easily ignited, and even the cart slowly deformed in the flames, and finally gradually melted and evaporated, and there was not even ashes left.

One car, one car, another car, another car, and another car......

Spencer felt his heart bleed.

"Anything else?" he asked in a muffled voice.

Karen shook his head: "Master, it's all here." ”

"It's all here?" he seemed incredulous, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir, it's all here. ”

Cullen nodded sluggishly, but suddenly felt a pain in his heart. He stiffened his head and saw a palm with a silk glove, and a dagger in the palm of his hand.

The dagger was Spencer's most beloved blade, and it was also a good thing sent by Sam's guy, which was like sharpening iron.

It's just that it's stuck in my heart now.

"Old ...... Master?"

He looked up in disbelief, his eyes staring desperately at Spencer's face.

"You have served our family for three generations, and I am in place of my grandfather, my father, thank you. ”

Spencer drew his dagger and said goodbye regretfully, "Goodbye, my old friend." ”

His 'old friend' was no longer able to make a sound, and he collapsed to the ground, muttering something in despair, and slowly closing his eyes.

The blood quickly dried up in the scorching wind, evaporating, leaving behind a dark red stain that stood inconspicuous on the gray-black ground.

"Dispose of it, with those things. With them by their side, old Cullen will not be lonely in heaven. ”

Spencer dropped both the dagger and the glove on the corpse and turned away.

In the furnace, the corpse made a loud noise and turned into char, and the charcoal gradually shattered, making a small sound as it shattered, like a soul wailing in the flames of hell.

Eventually, the wailing was lost in the flames.

There is no trace of everything.

Spencer stared at the sky beyond the boiler room with his back to the burning scorched light, his eyes bloodshot. In his mouth, the damn name was muttered over and over again.

Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, damn Sherlock Holmes...... (To be continued.) )