Feuerbach's fate was already sealed, and it was equally doomed that Dussart would return home.

After the agents of the Heraldic Administration took the person away, Dussaint said goodbye to Rosen and the others. Then, he took Todd and Tom, rented a public steam carriage that was about to get off work, and hurried back to the manor without stopping.

Today's manor is brightly lit.

After getting out of the car, Dusund's mind was full of confusion - what were he planning to do when the lights were bright on this big night?

Entering the room, Dusand saw Androni with a calm expression, and then suddenly felt a chuckle in his heart.

"Honey, you're coming back late today." Androni looked at her son and smiled, "Although men always have to have some social activities, these things are a bit early for children who are only ten years old, right?" ”

Dussander didn't speak, he pulled out the coat of arms of the heraldic office, the Type 52 pistol, and the pen that belonged to the heraldic office.

"These are the things I received today in the Heraldic Administration." Dussaint placed them on the table in front of Androni, and said, "According to Mr. Bourne, I will go to work in the heraldic administration after you leave the House of Commons. ”

Androni looked at her son and after a long time asked, "Do you want to go?" ”

"In this matter...... My personal wishes are probably the least important thing to consider. Dussaint smiled wryly, "In the office of the director of the heraldic office, the director who had just signed the arrest and execution of almost all of Harold's family and relatives announced this decision to me......" he sighed, and then spread his hands, palms up, "I really don't dare to refuse directly." ”

"Do you want to go?" Androni didn't care about the "difficulty" of the reality that her son recounted, she just repeated her question, "Working in the heraldic management means that you will have very enormous power against the nobility. The lower nobles see you like a ghost - do you want to work in such a place? ”

"I don't want to." Dussander sighed, "It seems to me that the atmosphere in the Heraldic Administration is too fanatical—there is no doubt that only those who have great admiration and infinite loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor can enter and adapt to that place...... At the same time, you must have the courage to be able to ignore other people's lives for the sake of His Majesty the Emperor. ”

"Very good." Androni nodded with satisfaction, "I'll be disappointed if you become like that." ”

"But the Steam Knight looks really handsome." Dussart pulled out a chair from the table and sat down, supporting his chin with his hand, and sighed a little melancholy, "If it weren't for the fact that my father was in the Navy...... I really want to ask Mr. Byrne if there's a way to sell me a set. ”

Androni didn't react in particular to Dussand's self-talk. Men always have a strange enthusiasm for this weaponry.

Duchamp once had a similar idea. He wanted to place a triple 8-inch destroyer's main gun turret at the gate of the estate, and hang the Belford family insignia under the turret as decoration.

It was not surprising to Andronie that Dussaint had this idea. What's more, he was a little more sober than Duchamp - he didn't need to object to it, he could dispel the idea himself.

"All the things Bourne gave you are here?" Androni glanced at the things on the table and suddenly asked, "Where's your notebook?" ”

"The notebook has been sent to the heraldic office." Dussander sighed and recounted what had happened to him in the "Saint-Saar's Restaurant" today, "He stole the insignia of an explorer of the Royal Mining Complex, and he also impersonated Mr. Morse. ”

After listening to the whole process, Androni was also a little surprised, "This liar is really ...... Extremely daring. ”

It doesn't matter if he's bold or not, as long as his mother doesn't come to investigate the problem of his late return, then continue to talk. Dussand's mind suddenly had a somewhat strange question.

"How did that fraudster know about the situation in our family?" Dussart frowned, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. "Mr. Morse's situation can be regarded as semi-public information, after all, he is now your chief private secretary, as long as you have the heart, it is not difficult to get the corresponding news. But Morse was my teacher, and we had a conflict with Harold, and the restaurant was our family's business...... No one else should know, right? ”

"The most likely guess is that he guessed blindly." After thinking about it, Androni shook her head and dispelled this judgment, "If you guess one, you can count him lucky, two are lucky, and three are ...... It's kind of weird. ”

It is not surprising that most of the nobles had their own estates. But Androni's public industries are not particularly large – they are mainly concentrated in some areas of cosmetics, perfumes and luxury goods. In order to attract enough customers and show that the quality of the products they sell is credible, these stores will advertise directly on the signboard with the noble badge.

Saint-Salle is a different story, with its signature just that's the name. Aside from the fact that the owner of the shop was someone who had come out of the manor, the store had no clues that could be used to identify Androni.

"Someone leaked this information to the outside world, and the fraudster knew about it." Dussaint came to a very simple conclusion, and then he looked at his mother at a loss and said, "The question is, who among those who have this information will have the motive to reveal it to the outside world?" Is there any value in this kind of information? ”

Androni didn't speak, her brow furrowed.

Dussaint thought for a while, then was suddenly startled.

The person who reveals this inexplicable information is not the most troublesome thing, the most troublesome thing is...... Who exactly is the person who is collecting this information?

Who would be so concerned about the situation in the home of a nobleman that he would even have to find out the ownership of the "Saint-Saar" restaurant in every detail?

In any case, this is not a good situation.

Dussand's mind raced, and he found something that seemed to be highly relevant to the fraudster.

"He fraudulently used the coat of arms of an explorer of the Royal Mining Complex." Dussand's expression suddenly became serious, "And he has such a comprehensive amount of information, it must not be because he is curious." Someone is giving him information......"

"That's enough." Androni stood up suddenly, interrupting Dussand's reasoning, "It's getting late, dear, you should hurry to bed." After saying this, Androni turned and left the room directly, without even touching Dussand's head before leaving, as usual.

Dussand, who was sitting on the stool, looked at his mother's back with some concern, there must be something wrong here...... And judging by the mother's attitude, the problem is even more serious than Harold's.

Royal Mining Consortium ...... Why would this mining department, which was subordinate to His Majesty the Emperor, try to gather information about his own family?