Eric stood at the door of the mansion and waved goodbye to Jusis and his party. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The metal carriage was polished to a shinier finish. Jussius, who was sitting in the driver's seat, responded to him enthusiastically. At the same time, he didn't forget to pat Fa Ying next to him on the back vigorously, signaling him to wave too. So the cowardly French and British had to submit to the knights.

Just like when you came. Jusis, Marella, Anthrite, and newcomer Fa Ying set out on their way back to Pelos in a metal carriage.

It's not that Papitt doesn't want to move with them, it's just that the metal carriage can't accommodate so many people. As a result, Papitt and his little maid Tris, as well as Eric, all need to take the magic train back to Pyros.

Passing through the yard and returning to the house, Eric sees Triss helping Papitt with her makeup. The skillful technique is indescribably pleasing to the eye, and it must have been Marella's education.

It was only after getting closer that Eric could see Papitt's face clearly.

It turned out to be Mr. Pat after a long absence. After many of the Ode had seen the true face of the heir of Pelos, it was necessary for Mr. Pat to appear again for the sake of safety.

......

Standing on the platform of Oude Station again, Eric was full of emotion. The station is still the same station, and the train is still the same train. The same companions were Mr. Pat and his maid.

The only ones who are not there are roosters.

Seeing the maid beside him pestering his master, Eric's heart suddenly improved. I just feel like there's a relaxing atmosphere all around.

"Oh, forgot to tell you. I specially booked the first and second boxes of the third car. Let you also feel the taste of being a detective. ”

Papitt said to Eric before getting into the car.

Eric smiled wryly. It seems that Papitt is making himself say goodbye to the past in this way.

After all, room No. 1 in the third carriage was where his former boss lived. And letting Eric live in room No. 1, which shows his status, is also a reflection of the preferential treatment given to him by his new boss Papitt.

However, since the other party had good intentions, Eric had to reluctantly accept it.

"Mr. Eric, Savant, please let me show you the way. The conductor held the list of passengers with a smile on his face. His flattering voice made Eric uncomfortable. Not so long ago, the object of such sounds was the rooster.

The conductor led Eric all the way to the end of the hallway, pulled out the big chic key and stabbed the door open. And invite Eric into the box.

The furnishings in the box have not changed at all. Printed plush carpets on the floor, expensive paintings on the walls...... Eric took off his coat and threw it on the couch beside him. He buried himself in the plush bed.

After a few moments, Eric got up and sat up.

He felt unwell. Eric always felt that the quilt still smelled of his boss. Even being in the room was uncomfortable. Probably he was poor after all, and he couldn't afford to live in such an expensive room.

There was no way, Eric had to walk out of the box, and happened to run into Papitt looking out the window in the hallway.

"Let's have dinner in the food truck. He proposed.

Eric nodded in agreement. He really didn't want to be in the room.

The two of them walked towards the dining car one after the other.

The magic train slowly began to move.

Eric sat in the dining car and began to bite into a bloody steak. With Padett doing the big thing, Eric of course ordered the most expensive thing on the menu.

However, this ordinary person's delicacy did not taste much to Eric's appetite, and the extremely smooth texture of the bite was almost disgusting. He watched Papitt on the other side eat the same thing with relish, and then he believed that Papitt was not colluding with the chef to deliberately play tricks on him.

"Looks like you don't have a good appetite today. ”

Padett wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin contentedly and looked at the plate in front of Eric that had half of the steak left.

Eric nodded, saying that he wanted to go back to his room early to rest. Originally, he wanted to talk to Papitt about the security environment of Pelos, but after swallowing half of the steak, he lost interest in chatting.

Eric returned to the box and lay on his back on the bed.

It didn't seem like what he wanted.

Sending Edith to prison was Eric's goal for a long time. But now that the goal has been accomplished, he has a sense of emptiness and confusion, as well as worries about the unknown road ahead.

After all, Pylos is a strange city to Eric.

By the way, in addition to handling cases in the new city, Eric also has the killer enemies that he has always been obsessed with. Revenge on Clayme requires a long-term plan, and even the power of Pelos if necessary.

Whether it's for the future or revenge, he also wants to make a name for himself in Pelos.

Eric shook his head suddenly at the thought of this. This new goal does not seem to match his original intention of handling the case. Ever since he knew where the enemy was, he always felt as if he had changed as a human being......

In a moment of thought, Eric drifted off to sleep.

......

In his sleep, Eric seemed to hear a sound.

Eric sat up from the bed and felt his head a little dizzy. Fortunately, the cold wind of the cold night poured into the box from the window, which made Eric feel a lot more sober.

But Eric clearly remembered that he had locked the doors and windows before he fell asleep. He struggled out of bed and limped to the window to take a look.

The wind blew Eric could barely open his eyes, but he could still see round pieces of glass on the ground and holes in the windows.

There is no doubt that someone has just invaded this room.

You know, as a police detective, but also as an exorcism hunter. Eric's sleep has always been light. Wake up at almost the slightest hint of wind and grass.

But this time, the window of the moving train was opened, and he didn't even notice it.

There is only one possibility, the other party has resorted to drugs. In this way, the dizziness in the head just now makes sense. Could it be the food just now? Eric remembered the bloody steak.

Papitt!

Eric suddenly remembered that there was another dignitary in the next room who was worth murdering. It would be bad if the other party used his room as a springboard and then broke into Papitt's room from the inside of the carriage!

Eric frantically rushed to the door of the second box where Papitt was, and banged on the door with all his strength. Trying to confirm what's inside.

But what Eric didn't expect was that the door was opened when he took the third shot.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Inside the door was Triss's face. The face looked energetic, not at all like it had just woken up. Eric was relieved. Vampires are generally at their most active at night, and with Triss needing to protect their master, it's no surprise that they don't sleep.

"Is Papitt okay? Eric asked eagerly.

Trise looked at Eric with disdain.

"You're probably having a nightmare. I was awake all the time. If there's anything suspicious, it's you! With my protection, the young master will be fine! Finally, I warn you again, don't come and disturb our young master's sleep!"

Without waiting for Eric to speak, the maid closed the door.

Eric was still standing stupidly in the doorway, and the scene was embarrassing for a while. Only then did he remember that Papitt was immortal, and that even if someone assassinated him, he would be safe. It's really confusing. Of course, the confusion of his mind also has the effect of drug disruption.

Ever since Triss woke up, she had been terrible with Eric. Presumably because Eric had arrested her young master indiscriminately before. Even when Padet explained it to her, she didn't buy it and was still hostile to Eric.

It can be seen that Triss loves her young master.

So now, since Triss said Papitt was fine, it was fine.

As for whether there were any suspicious people around, Triss's words were not so credible. Because there was indeed a guy who sneaked into his room.

The only explanation is that Triss's definition of a suspicious person may be different from Eric's. Presumably, as long as it didn't threaten Papitt, Triss wasn't suspicious.

So what is the purpose of the person who infiltrates his room?

Eric slumped back to his box number one, and began to check what was different from what was before.

None of my belongings were lost, and there were no wounds on my body. This led Eric to rule out the possibility that the intruders were targeting him.

Soon, Eric noticed the only difference: a painting was missing from the wall. He then recalled the name of the painting.

"Where the Dream Is".

I remember the first time he entered this box with Edit, he also flaunted his knowledge with the little conductor. That's what I'm talking about. It is the work of the sage Yari Medelline.

Could it be that the intruders, even with drugs, went to great lengths to steal the painting?

From the moment he saw it, Eric thought the painting was a fake.

However, there is something that such a professional thief is targeting, and it cannot be a fake. Eric couldn't help but sigh that he was still a connoisseur. Judging from this technique, the other party is still a master thief. Maybe he spent his whole life stealing famous paintings.

Opening the Alpha Eye, Eric saw silver footprints. The traces extend all the way out the window. Eric walked over to the window and stuck his head out. He saw that the train walls around him were not stained with silver. As long as there is contact, there are bound to be traces.

This means that the other party is not a passenger on this train. He didn't follow the train wall and enter the train through another window.

Eric had a hard time. Although the thief was annoyed by the thief's hand right under his nose. But there's really nothing he can do about it. Since the thieves were in and out of the windows of high-speed trains, the magical colors that would reveal their tracks had long since dissipated into the air.

And it is impossible for such a habitual offender to make such a low-level mistake as leaving fingerprints on the spot.

Eric's only interest was how exactly the other party got on the moving train. He had thought that only he could do it with his wheel boots.

But apparently the other party did a better job than him. Because he fainted after boarding the train, but the other party still had the strength to steal the famous painting and fly away.

The moment he stuck his head back, Eric made a small new discovery in the top window frame.

There was a pattern painted with some kind of paint.

A silver phoenix butterfly.

It spread its wings as if it were about to fly into the sky. Evil is beautiful.

It seems that Eric will have one more goal in the future.