"Next question, how did he transport this batch of black goats to the castle?"

Linden decided to start from a different angle.

It is not only the Louis family who receives goods from the Black Goat Baby Club, but also many nobles who are also breeding this batch of "selected cubs".

Starting the investigation from Château Louis, it is only because of his inheritance background that it seems that the suspicion is far greater than that of others.

want to transport alien species on such a large scale,

Even if the sheriffs of the West Quarter were unaware of aristocratic life, the Night's Watch should be aware of it.

Lyndon didn't believe that the Night's Watch other than himself would let such a strange event go.

A few months ago, the Louis couple, who were still young people, devoted themselves to cultivating black goats, and turned into a strange dry firewood.

And what about the people who have been involved in this aristocratic game longer than they do?

What will it become?

They even have regular networking meetings to showcase the results of their cultivation to each other.

Unless there's not even a single night watchman left in the West Block, they'll notice.

So there's only one possibility,

The Black Goat Baby Club has a special mode of transport to transport the black goat cubs to these castles.

For example

Dreamland.

Of course, this is just a guess of the many possibilities.

"That gentleman has an old man under his hand, and he doesn't talk much, and he usually connects with us."

"Old man? What is it called? ”

"I really don't know this time, he has been wearing a wide black robe, and he doesn't even leak his face. The gentleman never mentioned his real name in front of us, only to contact the coachman. ”

Coachman?

Is it a code name or a profession?

"Since you haven't seen him, how do you know he's an old man?"

"Because every time he brings in a new cub, he needs our housekeeper's signature.

The butler had seen his hand, and he told us that the coachman must have been an old man, otherwise he would not have such shriveled and thin skin. ”

"That's not right, just by your appearance, aren't you two old people too?

But the data shows that your actual age is less than 30. ”

Antar interjected.

"We ...... Old man? ”

Mr. Louis pointed to himself in disbelief,

"What a joke!"

"Sister Falcon, give them mirrors."

Hearing Linden's arrangement, the falcon crouched down and pulled out a delicate mirror from the handbag he was carrying with one hand.

She pointed the mirror at the Louises, her shotgun always aimed at them.

The falcon slowly approached them so that they could see the clearance inside the mirror.

Mrs. Louis, when she saw her appearance, shook her palms and stretched out slowly and hard to the mirror......

But after trying, she seemed to find that she was still far away from the falcon, so she had to put her palms on her cheeks and weep for a long time before she finally spoke:

"Hah...... Black goat......"

Linden shrugged helplessly:

"I don't know what's going on, you don't even know what you look like."

Mr. Louis's eyes were confused, and he repeated Linden's words stupidly:

"yes? I don't understand......"

"You say, 'You have a butler?' What does this parent look like? Where is it now? ”

Lyndon found a new hole in his previous answer.

The housekeeper who appeared on the first floor didn't look like he could sign for the goods!

"Butler......

Oh yes, there was such a man, as if the gentleman had offered him a better job, and he quit his job and left the castle. We haven't seen him in a long time. ”

I haven't seen it for a long time, who is the person who opened the door for us,

Or rather,

What's that weird thing that looks like a human?

All three of them had this question at the same time.

Antar scolded:

"Fuck, it's such an evil door, there are not hundreds of demon spirits and demon entrants that Lao Tzu deals with, but dozens of them, and it's really the first time I've encountered this kind of strange thing."

Lyndon wanted to twist his jaw in thought, but he couldn't spare his hands.

The more Mr. Louis answered, the more confusing the whole thing became.

"You said there was no housekeeper at home, so how do you think we got in?"

"You ...... Didn't you break in? ”

Lyndon repeated the housekeeper's appearance to Mr. and Mrs. Louis, and they shook their heads again and again:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Even if the person you are talking about is indeed with us, then he will definitely not be a housekeeper! ”

"Why?"

"Because...... Because ......"

Mr. Louis was suddenly speechless from his cry of surprise.

Bang!

As he hesitated, a black goat fell again, and Antar needed to reload.

Lyndon glanced at Mr. Louis strangely:

"I should have told you to speak clearly, right?"

"Yes......"

"Well, answer why it is absolutely impossible."

"Because the one you said is my own brother, the true heir to Château Louis."

Mr. Louis rubbed his hands uneasily,

"According to my agreement with the gentleman, he has long been ...... I'm not sure if he's dead, but the gentleman promised me anyway that everyone, including him, would be disposed of. ”

"So, as you mean, your brother, the butler we see, should have died a long time ago.

What about the other servants? Such a big castle, how can we only find the two of you.

Personally, I don't quite believe that you have what it takes to not starve yourself. ”

"Servant? We don't! All the money is used to raise these children! How can you afford to hire a servant? ”

"No way, you're lying."

"Sir! I really don't! ”

Linden's smile suddenly turned cold, and his gun was pointed at the fruit bowl beside Mr. and Mrs. Louis.

"The fruit is fresh, and there are no servants, tell me how to explain this when you arrive. And, how do you usually eat?

Or, someone is raising you. Or, you can do it on your own. Mr. Louis, have you been out shopping for resources lately? ”

Mr. Lewis threw up his hands and anxiously made a guarantee:

"Sir! I swear to the Vigil that I have not left the castle recently, nor have I found a servant to support me......

I, I, we really don't know! These fruits have always been here, never less, and we and our babies will never finish eating!

That's the real thing! ”

The falcon approached Lyndon and whispered:

"This part of their memory has also been modified, and someone is guiding them to fix this cognition.

I suggest you skip this topic for now, focus on all the memory disorders, and leave it to me to deal with. ”

"Can I get my memories back?"

Lyndon said in surprise.

"Depending on the complexity of the revision, if you want to cover up the name, or the appearance of someone, this kind of fragmented memory will be difficult to retrieve.

But such complex as the details of daily life, even the most powerful people, need a lot of repetition and reinforcement.

Moreover, there are many loopholes in the way of modifying memories in this way, and I have learned how to refrain from doing so.

I believe in sister, sister can settle this matter. ”

Linden said:

"In that case, let's move on to the next topic. Mrs. Louis. ”

He abruptly shifted the subject to Mrs. Louise.

"Huh? Black goats? ”

"That's right, that's what I wanted to ask.

You can communicate normally, why do you just say this one word over and over again?

If you can't answer, ask your husband to answer. ”

Mrs. Louise tightened her neck in fear, and Monsieur Louise replied for her:

"Because, the gentleman once told us that if the babies are disobedient, sing them a song."

"Sing and see."

In his hoarse voice, Mr. Louis spoke slowly, chanting a psalm, and singing out of tune:

"Hah! Black goats!

Sleep, misty child, for the day is about to dawn.

The moon hangs high and grows ears, and it listens to your innocence.

Ha! Black goats!

Let the lovely child grow up, and the mother will soon wake up.

The old story gives birth to feet, and it will come into your mind.

Ha! Black goats!

The Master is watching you, waiting for you to return to His arms.

Hah-

Black goats! ”