Crowvis went home.

If there is any place in the world that he hates so much and does not want to stay in, this is definitely one of them.

The door of the Marquis's Mansion was gloomy, with stains and scars from many years, and the scene seemed even more chilly than the last time he had returned. Crowis walked into this home, which was completely different from the grandeur and splendor of the Duke's Palace, and his heart was disgusted to the extreme. Ever since he had followed Duke Mrak three years earlier, he had hated this place more and more.

But he also had to come back. Even if he is as deep and wise as Duke Mlak, and as sharp as Captain Roland, it is impossible to find any clues from those silk threads that fall from a woman's clothes. A general does not necessarily know how to kill a pig, a politician does not know how to ferment bread, and trivial matters must seek out people who are good at handling trivial matters.

The smarter, more accurate judgment, and more experienced people will be able to find more clues from those few threads. So what Clauvis needs now is a holy hand in the Wind and Moon Field, a smart person who understands women better than the women themselves. Naturally, he knew where to find such a person. Although he hated this man, he came anyway for the sake of tasks and work.

Crowis met his father in the living room. He had a calm face, but he still performed the etiquette of a nobleman very uprightly: "Father." Greetings to you. ”

The Marquis was a little surprised by his son's sudden appearance, but the smiling words still made Clauis a little unbearable: "No need to say hello. The mutual perfunctory etiquette is exempt for our two fathers and sons. Your face is clearly two words: hate. ”

Even in the face of his own son, the Marquis was still so free and easy, pulling a chair for Clauvis. "Actually, I should have left a long time ago, my friends have already urged me many times. But something happened here on the spot, and I stayed and dealt with it. Before I left, I wanted to talk to you about something, but I think it must be very serious to get you to come back to me, so you should talk about it first. ”

Although Clauis was a little annoyed by such straightforward speech, it undoubtedly saved a lot of time for politeness and nonsense. He sat down, the mahogany chair had no velvet cushions, and the chair was still as old as he had remembered it as a child. And the house, the floor, everything here and the man in front of him whom he had to show respect for showed the same smell of dilapidated decadence, this kind of unenterprising self-depravity he hated the most, and that was also the shadow of his childhood.

The two fathers and sons sat down face to face, and on the similar faces, the father was casual and lazy, but the son had a serious, gloomy face, and even a little murderous.

Emotions are emotions, work is work, Clauis carefully took out a small bag from his bosom, opened it, and took out the few silk threads.

"Father. Clauis struggled to control his tongue to utter the awkward word. "Please help me see if I can see anything from these threads. ”

"Women's clothes. The Marquis smiled, barely even looking, as if he knew it by feeling. For the first time in his life, Clauvis had hope for this father.

The Marquis's fingers were slender and his skin was delicate, and he appeared younger than his son's hands. He picked up the silk threads and gently pinched them, smiled slightly, and immediately understood the net worth of these little things clearly. "It's a silk from Western Tytaria, a mid-range color. More than 20 years ago, when the Western trade routes were not yet opened, this was a high-end product, because the color was gorgeous, and the key was that the scarcity was expensive, and the women of the nobility at that time were proud of having a set of clothes made of such fabric. ”

"Can you tell what kind of person is wearing this dress?"

Originally, I wanted to ask if I could narrow it down a little more. But as soon as the words came out, even Clauvis himself thought it was nonsense. If you want to see who the owner of the original clothes is from these silk threads, even the legendary prophecy archmage probably has nothing to do.

But the Marquis did not disappoint his son, and his self-absorbed and light-hearted expression was absolutely beyond the reach of any old and stinking magician, just as Duke Mrak said the sword of the head of Roland, who was not an expert, but a transcendent saint.

"With the prosperity of commerce in the West and here in recent years, the price of this thing has become less high, and the real aristocracy will no longer wear such a fashionable thing, but it will probably cost several silver coins to make a set of clothes, and it will not be worn by the poor. I want to use this outdated nobility to raise my worth, and at the same time I have two colors of pink and red, and the wearer's personality is obvious, frivolous and superficial, and it is simply screaming at others to look at me. The smell of perfume can also come out from these silk threads, which shows that she must be using it very strongly....'Dune' is not a low-grade product, but it must not be used like this. The Marquis picked up the silk threads and put them in front of his nose and sniffed them gently, sighed, and came to a conclusion. "This woman is young, coquettish, and probably a little beautiful, and although she is not poor, she is by no means close to the status and taste of the nobility. ”

"Young....coquettish... Not a poor man or a nobleman....." Finally surprised by his father's inference, Crowis muttered repeating the characteristics, filtering everything about Asa in his mind, and finally settled on a little rumor. "Could it be... A prostitute?"

"Yes. It's that whore. The Marquis smiled and affirmed his son's judgment.

Crowis paused for a moment, and immediately realized that this sentence was very strange. But he didn't know what was strange, or that this person shouldn't seem to be able to say such a thing, from any angle or possibility.

"Alright, that's all the business that matters. Let's put aside these mundane things for a moment and talk about the problems between our father and son. The Marquis looked at Clauvis gently, revealing the kindness of a father to his son.

"I'm sorry, I still have a job. Crowis replied coldly, and stood up to leave. He had always rejected any warmth, and felt that it was something that weakened a person's mind and fighting spirit, not to mention the affection shown by this person, which he felt as disgusting as a dead rat in a garbage heap.

The Marquis beckoned and said lightly, "Sit down." There is no hurry at this time. Even if that prostitute is not in the royal capital, she will definitely not be able to run far, and she should be easily caught by you. ”

Clauvis sat down slowly, but by no means obedient. His face was already full of wonder, and he looked at his father with the eyes of a monster that he couldn't even imagine.

"I'm about to leave soon, and I probably have a lot of things to deal with, and I don't know how long I'll be delayed, and I don't know when I'll be back next time. Before that, I think it's time for us two fathers and sons to have a good talk. The Marquis smiled wryly, a little awkwardly. "It seems like we haven't had a good conversation since you were born. ”

"I know you've never liked me as a father. I realized that I was indeed an incompetent father, who cared only about my own willfulness, and abandoned all my family, my relatives, and your mother. As a member of the family, you don't care about the affairs of the family, which makes you suffer, and you have suffered a lot of grievances in the family since you were a child. The reason why you are so strong and so obsessed with competing for fame and fortune is actually because of these, that is my responsibility....."

No amount of curiosity could suppress the anger and impatience that had stabbed from the deepest part of his heart, and Clauis slammed to his feet.

"Sit down. The Marquis glanced at him, and his voice was not loud, but only slightly with the majesty of a father.

Crowvis immediately sat down. Like a most obedient child.

Crowvis's first reaction after sitting down was inexplicable. He knew that he would never want to sit down, and he would never sit down to give in. But it seems to have nothing to do with his thoughts, but as a direct reaction from his body.

Realizing this, his shock and disbelief continued unabated. As a martial artist, he knew very well that this kind of physical reaction usually only appeared between two people with a huge difference in strength, and the momentum of one could completely envelop and oppress the other, just like a tiger could immobilize a rabbit just by smell. But in front of him, this is just a powerless drunken man, at most he knows some little magic, as long as he wants, he can immediately draw his sword and get up to make him head in a different place, but ..... Clauvis looked at his father's familiar face, trying to find something strange from above.

But the Marquis, still with a casual and somewhat decadent expression, looked at his son, and continued with a little distress: "You are still too young, but you have been so bewitched by the muddy things of this world. Power, fame, do you really understand what these are? Do you really need these things? Do you understand what the world is like? You don't understand that the world in your eyes is given to you by others. Others envy power and compete for status and money, and you follow suit, and even believe. All you do is to make others adore you and affirm you. You live for someone else. Life is short, how can you spend time on such boring things....."

"It is precisely because life is so short in the world, so you can't waste your time on any inexplicable things, you should make immortal achievements, so that everyone in this world, this history, and this world must remember your name. Clauvis suddenly glared at the Marquis and retorted violently.

For the first time in his life, he spoke his mind to his father. Before that, he felt that there was no need to say this to such an alcohol-addicted playboy and an unmotivated loser. He disdains it, because the other party must not be able to understand his own ambition, just as maggots churning on their dung cannot understand the greatness of an eagle looking down on the common life. But now he must say. Because he dimly felt that this loser whom he had always despised did not seem to be what he thought he was, and that there was something on his body that made him seem to be indeed entitled to despise the faith he enshrined in his heart. Now this is not so much a confession as a defense of one's own values.

The Marquis looked at Clauis and smiled, as if he could not help a child who insisted on playing, and shook his head and said, "There is no need to argue with me, the value of life will never be found in the Tao." Do what you want, do what you want, throw yourself into your faith as hard as you can, and see what you can get in the end. ”

"The harder you work, the higher you climb, and the higher you climb, the more painful you fall. And the more painful it is, the more sober it will be. The marquis's smile deepened, and even his eyes began to glow strangely. "When you wake up, I will show you the real world. I've even done the preparation for you. By the way, you shouldn't have practiced magic yet, right?"

"No...."Clauis shook his head. Learning magic was easy for him, but he didn't. His master, Captain Roland, had said that one could only choose one of them, whether it was sword or magic. There is no real top master who is proficient in all the doors, and only by putting all one's heart and soul into one's skills can one reach the peak.

"That's good. The Marquis nodded, took a book from his bosom and handed it to Clauvis. "This book should be very useful to you, and you can practice more of the above things when you have time. Hehe, I was only recently inspired by a person who was a friend, and I realized that this thing should be for people who don't practice magic. No wonder there were so many magicians who had seen death before. I can't imagine that the notes left by the greatest magicians contradict magic. ”

"Remember, don't lose the book, and don't show it to anyone else. This is a book that will guide you to the path of truth, and you have to practice it well and treat it well. Do you know?" said the Marquis, whose eyes seemed to shine with a small but dazzling light, and Clauis was stunned and replied, "Yes." Unconsciously, his consciousness fell into a strange haze, and his father's words seemed to be vague and he couldn't remember them clearly when he first heard them, but they seemed to be seared into the deepest part of his mind.

"Alright. The Marquis sighed, stood up, and clapped his hands. "Go ahead and get your hands dirty. It's time for me to go, I'm still waiting for something over there. ”

It wasn't until the Marquis's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor for a moment that Clauis suddenly came to his senses.

Thinking that he had been talking such nonsense here for half a day with this person who was so annoying, Clauis felt that he had completely wasted his precious time. But what he said just now gave him a very strange feeling. He waved the book in his hand, and wanted to throw it somewhere, but a feeling of something wrong suddenly came to him in a corner of his heart, so he took it in his arms.

He took a deep breath and decided not to disturb his mind about these inexplicable accidents, and to concentrate on business. He went out and walked towards the command post of the royal guards.

"That's it.... This matter is to be kept strictly confidential. Do you know?" Crowvis found the commander of the Imperial Guards and told him the details of the search. He added politely at the end with a stern expression and voice. "I'm sorry for you, do it as fast as you can. ”

"Where the words. It must be the fastest, it must be the fastest. The chief nodded repeatedly. Officially, Clauvis does not have the right to move the Guards, but he has a huge background, he is the captain of the Paladins and the son-in-law of Duke Mrak..... And so on, these titles strongly show that even if it is a hassle, it has to be done with the same vigor as the bargain.

Taking advantage of the advantages of the head snake, it took only half a day to interrogate the situation and whereabouts of the target from the mouths of other prostitutes, and the large group of people scattered in all directions, and the next morning this important witness was placed in the cell of the guards.