Today's dinner is roast chicken, some firewood, and the taste is hard to describe.

As long as Cosette uses more than three seasonings in her cooking, the taste of the food is beyond her control.

Grandin is also not talented in cooking, but quite proficient in eating.

The three of them ate as if they were on the execution ground.

Grunding dilutes the taste in his mouth with ginger beer. Wiggins, on the other hand, constantly reports on his work at the dinner table, hoping to eat two less bites in this way.

"Sir, I've marked all the places they've been. I've followed them almost half of Beckland these days. ”

Wiggins handed the map of Beckland to Grandin. By the way, push the pot of mushy chickpeas a little further away from yourself.

"Thank you, is the place they have been to recently?"

Grandin struggled to finish the roast chicken on his plate.

"The number on this map, the number of times they've been there?"

"Yes, I used to lose a lot at first, but then I had to mobilize everyone, one person in charge of an area. Once the scope of their activities is roughly understood, things will be much easier. All it takes is a small number of men to guard those places. ”

Wiggins scooped a spoonful of mashed potatoes and sprinkled some salt into them to taste.

"There are three main venues. Two are in the back alleys of the East End and one is in the Port District warehouse. And also...... Charles is often alone, going to 'gold-encrusted roses' in style. ”

"Mummy powder is so amazing? Charles has been to the North End 'Goldened Roses' so many times, etc...... Thank you, that's a great help. ”

Grandin finally figured out the key reason.

Because there is no loyalty to such interest groups, Charles will certainly keep himself in the loop. Now it seems that his secret is probably hidden in the 'Gilded Rose' hotel.

Maybe it's a ledger, maybe it's incriminating evidence.

"That's the end of Charles's investigative commission." Gladin crossed his hands on the table and said, "Wiggins, I have one more commission to give you......"

……

On Monday, Granding pigeon took Bishop Lawson's martial arts lessons. Because he had a gardener, a coachman, and four stout manservants who wore suits into tights.

The valets stood in pairs at the front and back doors. The gardener stayed outside the house, and the coachman, all armed with guns, followed him undepartingly.

It's more like surveillance than protection. Even when he went to the bathroom, there would be people standing outside. Fortunately, he had expected this situation for a long time, and he was ready.

He had a stack of charms in his coat pocket that he had made last night.

Cosette had already left, though the little maid had left reluctantly...... Maybe there was no danger in keeping her at home, but there was no need for Grandin to gamble on luck.

He went to the stock exchange in the morning. The weather in Beckland today was really bad, and the light rain was pouring down. He wore a round-brimmed felt hat that somewhat kept out some of the rain.

But after this circle, he found another dark sentry around him.

In the afternoon, the rain was heavier, so he stayed in his study to sort out the funds raised this time.

The investment amount of the residents of the North District, except for a very small number of people, is mostly around 100 gold pounds. As a result, the statistical process was very trivial, and he used five sheets of paper just to fill out the form.

He had been dealing with the matter all afternoon, and the numbers on the forms were so dense that the driver who was spying on him dozed off.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo."

Raindrops beat against the glass, and birds chirped outside the study window.

Grandin tilted his ear sideways, discerning. On the second repetition of the voice, he pretended to have accidentally knocked over the teacup, which smashed into several petals on the carpet and splashed the tea.

The sudden situation caught the coachman's attention, and as he looked at the shattered cup, the quiet darkness quietly soaked the entire house.

Outside, Wiggins followed the agreed process and blew the melody twice with a whistle. Then he walked out of hiding, straightened his raincoat, and braved the pouring rain to walk to the door of Grandin's house.

The gardener, who was sheltering from the rain in the small gazebo, soon found out about the situation. Impatiently, he put on his raincoat and walked towards Wiggins with an outlaw air.

"Kid, this is not the place for you. I don't care about you! While you still have two legs. ”

"I, I'm here to deliver the newspaper, Rune Evening News."

Wiggins rehearsed his lines as he had been rehearsed, but when he reached for his canvas bag, he suddenly froze.

"It's broken! I forgot to put the newspaper in when I took the whistle! ”

Wiggins was so annoyed that he could only pretend to be a raincoat wrapped around the canvas bag, rubbing against it.

"Give the newspaper to Lao Tzu! Then get out! ”

"Okay, okay, ...... right away"

His eyes widened suddenly—

An arm poked out from behind the gardener's back, and it instantly wrapped its grip on the gardener's neck. The gardener's eyes bulged, and he began to kick his legs and began to struggle violently. But the strength of his arm was so great that he lost the ability to resist within seconds and fainted.

He fell limply to the ground.

In the dim light, Wiggins only had time to see the calm eyes that contained great willpower.

The owner of the eyes passed by him quickly with a cold wind.

"Sir, what's next?"

Wiggins asked hurriedly.

"Take him into the house first and tie him up."

When the answer sounded, the figure had already rushed out ten meters away and disappeared into the rain.

Wiggins, as instructed, struggled to grab the gardener's legs and stumble into the foyer.

In the empty foyer lay five men, many of whom were muscular murderers.

Wiggins couldn't imagine how Sven's Mr. Grandin had brought them down.

There was a roll of hemp rope on the ground.

Afraid that they would wake up, Wiggins immediately moved and tied them three times with rope.

"Let's go."

While he was busy, a calm voice came from the door.

"Okay."

Wiggins stepped out of the way.

Grandin carried a man on his shoulder, and his clothes were still dripping when he walked in. But thanks to this rainstorm blocking the view, the dark whistle hidden under the billboard didn't even react, and he was knocked unconscious by a punch.

"Sir, the 50,000 gold pounds have arrived."

Wiggins reported to Grandin.

The number struck him.

"Well, that means it's time to close the net."

Grandin threw the man he was carrying on the floor.

"Plop!"

The sound startled the most athletic man, and he began to wake up with a snort.

Wiggins jumped in fright and left where he was.

Grandin's eyes were cold, and he silently made up for a kick on his neck, allowing him to sleep peacefully again.

The rest of the people were also disposed of in the same way, whether they were awake or not, and they were all forced into a coma.

The five people lying in the room were all unconscious by the Sleep Charm. But it seems that because Granding pursued maximum coverage, the effect was weakened.

He crouched down and unarmed them one by one. Cold weapons such as daggers were tossed aside, and firearms were inserted into the 'X' shaped belt on his chest after checking the bullet nest.

Two on his chest and two more at his waist, a saw-short double-barreled shotgun behind his back, a trench coat with various charms in his pocket, and a pair of Mitsubishi thorns in his cowhide boots.

"First, sir, what are you going to do?"

"I want to go talk to them." Grandin's answer was calm, and he was making his final preparations.

"But, but why bring so many guns."

Wiggins' brain went blank.

"Well, I just think it's quicker to change guns than to change bullets."