Mir was woken up early in the morning by Carl, who needed to go to his wife's place of residence today.

Last night the carriage stopped across the street from the house, and Mir wanted to go home and make something to eat, and by the way wanted to get a good night's sleep.

After Karl's kind invitation, Mir did not go home directly, but followed Karl home.

Mill lay on the couch and rubbed his eyelids and said, "Morning, Mr. Tabitt." ”

"Morning, Mir." Karl sat down across from Mir and said, "We'll need to eat something later, and then we'll go." ”

Mir stretched, "Okay, I'd like to go home and have a look." ”

Because Mir dreamed of Ian, Ian sat on a chair near the dining table at Mir's house, smiling at Mir with his big white teeth, while taking out a lot of newspapers from his briefcase and placing them on the table.

Later, Ian told Mill that he had time to visit him at St. Louis One.

Mir opened the iron door, and a musty smell crept into his nostrils, irritating all his nerves, and he immediately thought of Alina, whose home would never be as dirty as it is today if Alina was there.

"When it's done, I need to clean up."

Mir looked at the gloomy weather again, sighed, and stepped in after getting a bit of dirt off his feet in the doorway.

Mir saw several empty plates and a bottle of brandy on the table in the room, and his previous suspicion was confirmed that Marcos was hiding in his own home.

"This guy must be in the kitchen."

Mill crept over and hid on the side of the kitchen door, quietly observing the very familiar back of the kitchen, which turned out to be a woman, Matilda Betty.

"Miss Matilda, why are you here?" Mill asked in surprise.

Matilda's face turned pale with Mir's sudden words, and the knife in her hand almost cut her fingers, and the knife finally fell on the desk.

"Mr. Edward." Matilda immediately stabilized her panic and said, "I... My brother told me everything about the murder, and I'm worried that you haven't woken up at this time, and all I want to secretly cook you something to eat. ”

Mir understood that Matilda was going to surprise her, but she didn't expect that she would give Miss Matilda a surprise instead.

"I'm sorry, Miss Matilda." Mir bowed to Matilda.

"It's okay, Mr. Edward." Matilda pointed to the couch and said, "You can sit there and wait patiently for a while, the food will be ready soon." ”

Mir nodded, "Okay, Miss Matilda, do you need my help?" ”

"No... No, Mr. Edward. Matilda's face gradually changed from white to a ruddy color until it turned red.

Mir didn't sit on the couch as Matilda asked, and turned around and headed straight for the second floor, wondering if Marcos had been here.

He wanted to find some traces of the entire second floor, maybe Marcos was asleep upstairs at this time.

He turned around and found no Marcos, let alone a trace, and he was a little disappointed.

He didn't know where Marcos would hide for the night, and the New Orleans Hotel had been shut down by Cyril last night.

Mir thought of Marcos's identity as a homeless man before, in the land of New Orleans, no one is more familiar with this place than Marcos, and the hiding place should be a place that Walter Drew did not think of, after all, Wald Roux is not familiar with New Orleans.

Mir was anxious to know how Wald Rue would react when he learned that Marcos was a fake murderer.

When Wald Rue returned to the police station last night and saw the scene of Omar in the interrogation room, he must have guessed that it was the arrest of Marcos, that he was played by Mir, especially his two crooked beards, and his arrogant posture, which would be suppressed by Chris's ignorance and ridicule, and the people who were waiting to see the joke became the joke himself.

Mir watched Matilda eat from the kitchen as he went downstairs, he didn't know how to tell Matilda about going to Philadelphia.

In the hotel room, Chris probably knows what Mir is going to next, and the only way to investigate Delina is to go to Philadelphia.

Mir stared at the delicious food on the table, and Matilda, who was beside her, wiped her hands with her apron and said, "Mr. Edward, I heard from my brother that you want to continue investigating. ”

"Yes, there is some conspiracy behind the murder." Mill sat down and said, "Do you want to follow me?" ”

"I don't know if you want to, Mr. Edward." Matilda looked at Mir.

"Of course, if you want to go." Mir reminded, "However, it will be dangerous over there, and I may not be able to take care of your safety." ”

"My brother should be going to Philadelphia too."

"Does Chris want to go too?"

Matilda looked at Mir with her cheeks raised: "He didn't say it, he wanted to wait for the Governor of Louisiana to come to New Orleans and explain the affairs of the police station, and you, Mr. Edward, as long as you can go to Philadelphia, then my brother will go with us." ”

"I'm also waiting for Uncle Amos to arrive." Mir had been ignoring Matilda's gaze, "I think Uncle Amos should be able to get to the police station." ”

"Maybe he's already here." Mir made a judgment based on what he had dreamed of Ian.

Matilda asked, "Monsieur Edward, if the matter in Philadelphia is over, will you go to France to see her?" ”

"Maybe, maybe not." Mir has yet to hear back from Alina.

Matilda listened to Mir's ambiguous answer, not feeling any loss, and a certain courage in her heart encouraged her again.

"It's all right, Mr. Edward, I still remember what I said to you in the carriage, and I can wait."

"Miss Matilda, thank you." Mir didn't want to delay her, not at all: "Four years, even can change a lot of things, and there are many things." ”

"Yes, I will not be changed by anyone, including anything." Matilda said: "I have escaped from France, and that home is not for me to stay there, only here, New Orleans, is my second home, and I like it, free and uninhibited, and no one presses me to do something I don't want to do." ”

Mir took a few sips of wine and didn't speak, but still, Mir's mind was hesitating, lingering between them.

He didn't want to give up Elena, who was far away in France, and he didn't want to let Matilda down, he needed to think of a way to get the best of both worlds, so that Matilda's full attention and focus could be diverted somewhere else.

"Miss Matilda, I almost forgot that my neighbor, Mr. Tabit, was still waiting for me to have breakfast."

"Huh?" Matilda was stunned for a moment, "We can take the things and eat them together, Mr. Edward, what do you think?" ”

"It's a great idea." Mill said happily.

Mir and Matilda arrive at Carl's house with plates and wine, respectively, and Carl is shocked for a while by Matilda's appearance.

He had never seen a girl comparable to Alina except for Alina.

Carl excitedly invites Matilda to sit next to Mir and enjoy breakfast together.

Ever since Alina left New Orleans, Carl has found that Mill never seemed to be happier than he is today.

Probably because Mir solved the murder, and more likely because of Matilda's appearance.

Karl had said that Mir should give up Alina as soon as possible, and according to the relationship of Alina's family, his identity is really different now.

After breakfast, Carl called Mir into the kitchen.

"Mir, what is your relationship with that girl?" Karl asked, scrubbing the plate and cup in his hand.

"Mr. Tabitt, I think you've just heard of Miss Matilda's identity." Mill replied.

"Yes, but she seems to be a little different from Alina."

Carr continued: "She will not run to the French nobility like Alina, but she will run away from the nobility, which shows her bravery, she is a very demanding girl. ”

Mill agrees with Carr: "Her brother is Louis Chris, and I'm sure Chris will never let her stay here, and I'm not sure if Chris will take her back to France if he leaves New Orleans." ”

"Mir, I know what you're worried about." "I don't think she's going to leave here, and since I've listened to what happened to her, I can be sure she's not going to follow Louis Criss, trust me, Mill," Carr said. ”

"I hope so." Mir glanced at Matilda, who was sitting at the table and squirmed, "I wouldn't choose Matilda unless I saw Alina marry someone else." ”

"Listen, Mill, I hope you don't think about Alina, I'm sure you'll be reading in the New Orleans newspapers about her marriage to a nobleman in just a year."

"A year? Maybe it's not too late, she said she'll wait for me. ”

Carl felt helpless: "Oh my God! Mir, I'd suggest you'd better say something unpleasant earlier, because if you miss the opportunity, you won't get either of you. ”

"Mr. Tabitt, I need to think about it."

"It's better to be like this."

Mir asked softly, "I don't want to disappoint Matilda for the time being, I want a way to get the best of both worlds." ”

"No, Mir, you can't do that, you're going to make her sad."

Karl stopped his hands and said, "I have nothing to do, this girl is very suitable for you, Mir, and Alina is also very suitable for you, unfortunately she became the daughter of the Marshal of France, and from that moment on there was almost no pure affection between you." ”

"In the eyes of the French aristocracy, marriage can bring power, blood, and even everything, and it is the only means to cling to the powerful." Carl recounted.