This was Locke's last diary, and Grandin didn't find anything more.

But according to reasoning, he has been able to complete the story.

"The port of Enmat, and the port of Enmat. Is it also a great place for a personal leader? ”

He'd heard the name of the port twice this week, and it made him want to check it out.

Hurried footsteps were heard outside the tent, and the curtain door was opened.

Three tall men walked in.

The leader had tan skin, blue eyes, thin lips, and a hooked nose. His piercing eyes scanned Grandin up and down, his gaze pausing on the Nightwatch badge on his neckline.

Grandin puts down the diary:

"I'm a night watchman. The circus master is inside, and I've taken control of it. ”

The stern punisher nodded, and led his team into the cubicle inside.

Soon there was a question from inside—

"Name!"

"Age!"

"Any event, rally, or procession without the approval of the National Police Agency is illegal!"

He asks the same questions as Grandin, but with a significantly worse attitude, or rather a more irritable attitude.

"This can be regarded as a joint case between the two major churches."

Grandin stayed where he was, knowing that the next team of punishers would probably have to learn from him.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the two team members to drag the circus leader out. The regimental commander screamed, and his socks were stuffed in his mouth.

And their captain went straight to Grandin.

"The case here is taken over by the substitute."

He speaks hard.

"Of course, it's your right." Grandin continued in a calm tone, "On the table are the relics of the deceased, I don't know if there is anything missing. ”

"We'll confirm."

The captain stuffed everything into his canvas bag, then left him alone and walked out of the tent himself.

The Substitute Squad did not suspect his identity and did not even let him leave a transcript.

Grandin thinks that there must be one member of their team who can tell if the target is lying.

With the idea of learning, Grandin watched their interrogation.

These substitutes only ask three questions the whole time -

Name, age, knowledge of Locke's plans.

It was so efficient that they asked everyone in the circus in a short time.

The end result was that no one in the circus was involved in Locke's plan.

But their psychic abilities seemed to be somewhat lacking, and they tossed around the dead for a long time, and it seemed that only a cloud of purple smoke exploded.

"Why didn't you bring a seal, a psychic manuscript?"

Grandin heard the captain of the Substitute Penalty ask his teammates.

Before the atmosphere became awkward, he left.

The riots outside have subsided, and the police are maintaining order.

He was thinking about the children he had left in the carriage, but fortunately everyone was safe and sound.

On the way back, the three people in the carriage were a little silent. In order to make up for his mistakes, Grandin simply made a decision to go to the Gold Coast restaurant to taste Southern cuisine.

After lunch, they walked along the Tasok River for another stretch, which was a really bad idea, and the lunch he had just eaten began to churn in his stomach.

Grandin had other business to do in the afternoon, so he asked Wiggins to take Cosette home.

Cosette had fallen asleep in the carriage due to lack of sleep.

Before the carriage closed, Wiggins leaned against the door and asked:

"Sir, what is the performer thinking?"

Grandin straightened his top hat:

"I don't know, what do you think?"

Maybe it's because he feels hopeless about his unchanged life, or maybe he wants others to remember him, but no one can tell.

"The moment he jumps, I feel like he's free......" Wiggins is organizing the language, "but I'm not going to choose to do that." ”

The wheels began to turn, and Grandin saw hope in his eyes:

"I'm glad you think so, Mr. Wiggins."

He waved his hat and said goodbye to the children.

Joe Wood District, Ward Street.

The Old Jazz's gallery is open as usual today, but the audience inside is much smaller, only a few people.

Grandin declined the blank cards and pens handed by the waiter. After explaining his intentions, the waiter led him to the small lounge, where the old sir was drinking tea.

"Hello, Mr. Viscount."

Grandin greets.

The old knight sat by the window, and his butler stood behind him and served him.

When he saw Grandin come in, the old knight invited him to sit across from him.

"Hello Mr. Grandin, are you in the Central Square this morning? I seem to have seen you on the roof of a carriage. ”

Jazz seems to have a bad appetite today, and he only has some pastries in front of him. He smiled slightly at the thought of someone standing on the roof of the car at that time.

"Yes, I was there at the time. Monsieur Viscount, the first owner of that gold coin was Locke's ...... performing in the central square."

He told the story of the lucky ones who were bound to lose every gamble, and also told the story of Locke.

In other words, Locke did a great thing with the luck he bought...... Let everyone remember him? I can't comment on whether this is right or wrong. But he did do a great thing, and there is no one crazier than him. ”

The old knight put down the black tea that had cooled, "You have completed my commission perfectly. As agreed, the gold coin is yours. ”

Hans, the butler, brought the ancient gold coin in a cart. It was lying on a velvet cushion as Grandin had seen it when he first saw it.

"Ahem, let's finish the final rituals." The old knight coughed, and the adventurous spirit in him jumped again, "Mr. Grandin, would you like to buy this gold coin for 500 gold pounds?" ”

"Yes."

Grandin replied.

There was a slight spiritual fluctuation in the room, and the wallet he had placed on the table dried up in an instant.

"Amazing, amazing!"

The old knight shouted:

"Quick, Hans, see if I have more money in my wallet?"

"Sir, as a qualified butler, I shouldn't have asked how many gold pounds you put in your wallet, so I don't know."

Hans was a little helpless, he reminded.

"Uh, how much money did I put in my wallet?"

The old knight looked at his full wallet and was worried.

Grandin had wondered why old Sir hadn't suffered side effects, but now it seems that money does solve a lot of problems.

Grandin picked up the coin and flipped it to the reverse. On the relief on the back of it are three fingers in the shape of 'stealing'.

"I should have thought of it, didn't I?"

……

He said goodbye to the rich old sir, who did not forget to joke at the end:

"Don't forget me if you have a chance to make a fortune! Monster Investment Manager, Mr. Grandin. ”

"Sir! A gentleman doesn't talk about 'getting rich'. ”

"I thought you were used to my style......"

Such a conversation is getting farther and farther away from Grandin in the carriage.

He's going to visit another gentleman today.