The Nightwatchman squad came with three people.

The leader was a calm man, about thirty years old, wearing a black trench coat and red gloves on his hands.

One of the two people with him was a young lady in his twenties, and the other was a man in his thirties, whose skin was fairer than the lady next to him.

Outside the door of the lounge, the man in the trench coat glanced inside a few times and arranged, "Ashley, you go first." ”

"Yes, Mr. Banksy."

Young Ashley agreed, and strode into the lounge, completely unrecognizable of her fear of the corpse.

As she walked, she untied the citrine pendant with a silver chain around her left wrist, and when she entered the room, she held the silver chain, let the pendulum droop, and then went into a meditative state.

"There is a supernatural element in Viscount Stout's death."

"There is a supernatural element in Viscount Stout's death."

……

Seven times later, she looked down at the citrine pendant and saw it spinning counterclockwise.

This means negative.

Ashley didn't pay much attention to the death of the old Viscount Stout, took the pendant and walked out of the room, shaking her head gently at Mr. Banks, who wore red gloves.

Mr. Banks was a member of the "Red Glove" who temporarily supported their Nightwatch team, not her captain, so she used this obscure method of communication.

Jorgie Banks bowed slightly, then looked at the other team member and said, "Tuke, it's your turn." ”

Tuke, who was overly white-skinned, let out an "um", entered the lounge, and closed the door.

About ten minutes later.

He opened the door and walked out, bringing out a faint scent, and said, "No problem, Mr. Banks." ”

"Okay, we can go down."

Giorgie led the two downstairs, and in the main hall watched by a group of dignitaries, he asked little Stott:

"Who is Viscount Stout's valet, I still have a few questions to confirm with him."

Without waiting for anyone to identify him, the mantaire, who was under great pressure, took a few steps forward and pleaded with his mouth; "Not me...... I don't know ......."

When the valet walked out, Giorgie, who had confirmed his target, closed his eyes and pulled him into a dream.

In the dream, the valet is still standing outside the door of the lounge.

Giorgie walked up to him and asked directly, "Have you been with Viscount Stott the whole time tonight?" ”

"Yes." The manservant's voice replied in a slightly mechanical and stuttering voice.

"Has Viscount Stott ever eaten anything unique?"

"No," replied the valet, "he had only drunk a few glasses of wine, which everyone had drunk. ”

"Did you notice anything unusual?"

"Nope."

From closing your eyes to opening them, the whole process took less than a minute.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, Giorgi behaves like sorting out the questions he wants to ask in his head. What they didn't expect was that after opening their eyes, Giorgie had lost interest in asking the manservant.

He looked at little Stott in front of him and gave the final conclusion:

"It has been confirmed by the night watchman that the old Viscount Stoute died a natural death, and I hope he can find peace in the Deep Heaven."

"Please mourn."

Jorgie stretched out his right hand and clicked four times clockwise on his chest to draw a crimson moon, and then turned away with the two team members.

……

Shortly after the Night Watch team left, MI9's Extraordinaire arrived with a cooperating doctor.

When they learned of the conclusion of the Night Watch team, they conducted an investigation, the most important of which was to have the doctor examine the body, and of course to interrogate the valet.

The poor manservant peed his pants under the majesty and spiritual intimidation of the "interrogator".

Of course, the final conclusion is still that it is normal to die from sudden illness.

After the MI9 men left, the guests also took their leave, and Mr. Stott Jr. endured his grief to see them off.

After helping to clean up the banquet, Varina returned to his servant's room.

After the news of the death of the old Viscount Stott was confirmed, a strange sense of detachment arose from his heart, a state of indifference, as if he was high above and had mastered the life and death of countless people.

Varina was sure it was a delusion, the hubris of his manipulation of other people's lives and deaths.

He didn't like it.

He wanted to feel calm, a calm that treated life and death fairly, preferably with a little nausea.

He understands that to be an "assassin" is not destined to be a good person in the popular sense, but this does not mean that he is depraved.

He didn't want to be a wicked person who disregarded life.

The day after the death of old Stout, his valet was angered by Mr. Stott Jr. and was fired by the butler.

Varina saw an opportunity to leave early, and found an opportunity to deliberately make a mistake in front of Mr. Stott Jr., and was also dismissed.

In order not to leave a flaw, after leaving the Viscount's house, he first went to the "Metropolitan Helping Domestic Servants Association" to update his resume and reapply for a job, and then disappeared into the vast sea of people.

After spending the night at her accommodation in the Bridge District, Varina visited Ketra Law Firm at 18 Movas Street in the Jowood District for the second time.

In the office, he was warmly received by the "instigator" Figoro.

"You are truly a talented person who is favored by Lady Qili," Figoro praised bluntly, "Varina, you are simply a natural 'assassin', and you have completed your first mission so perfectly. ”

"You know, when I read in the newspaper that the old Viscount Stott had died of a sudden illness, I was astonished, because I had no idea that it could really be done in a month."

"You know, those experienced peripheral members, their first time to complete a task of this level, generally requires two or three months of patient arrangement. The maximum deadline I set for you is also two months, and I can't imagine that you can really complete it in one month. ”

Varina pressed Figoro's right hand, which had been patting him on the shoulder, and replied flatly:

"I'm not as good as you think, it's just a small idea and good luck, luck is the key."

After perfunctory remarks, he asked, "Can you contact Ms. Qili?" You know, I've done my job, I've proven myself, and I want to be an 'assassin' sooner rather than later. ”

"By the way, I don't know if I can get a reward for this commission to kill the viscount?" Varina seems to have come up with this question out of the blue.

"Let's start with Ms. Qili, I can't contact her." Figoro leaned back on the couch and slammed his head on his lips before continuing, "But I only met her once last week, and she's already done with her promotion. ”

"Don't worry, she knows that you have accepted the task of Viscount Stout, and she may take the initiative to find you in the next few days."

"As for the honorarium," said Figoro, turning his head to Varina, "it is indeed rich, and I guess you will get two thousand pounds." ”

His tone was quite sincere:

"But I suggest you don't get it, in exchange for the recipe for the 'Assassin' potion and the 'Instigator', which is much more liberating than taking the money now and then having to accumulate contributions through quests in exchange for the recipe."

"Of course, it's up to you how to choose, I'm just suggesting."