Yager blankly threw some pieces of paper into the garbage can on the side of the road.

Mornings in Beckland are still busy.

On the sidewalk by the roadside, a black-haired young man wears another trench coat with a folded neckline, past a silent neighborhood garden.

Green didn't seem to be at home.

I guess I'm looking for the angel in the same sequence last night.

In fact, he was the culprit of the poor old thief's moment of horror. It was he who caught the figure of Pales Zoroaster in his vision last night, and told the monocle next to him in passing.

In exchange, Green gave him the address of a mausoleum outside Beckland.

It is said that there is access to a mysterious island isolated from the rest of the world.

Green also stressed that if he does go, be sure to help him bring back some shiny ringworms, or a couple of top hats......

Although the contract confirmed that the transaction was valid, Yager clearly recognized the possible conspiracy with his impression of a certain Meng.

Top hats and ring-shaped bugs don't look like they seem they out.

What's more, in addition to this mausoleum, he has another dangerous basement that he has not explored.

After meeting the blonde man at the door of the Storm Church for the first time, he had never found a chance to investigate the dilapidated manor on the outskirts of Beckland.

Maybe you can spare time in these two days.

Just as the black-haired youth was back planning his future plans, a horse-drawn carriage on the corner of the street that seemed "ordinary" in Midtown caught his attention.

When Yager looked, a white arm was secretly stretched out from inside, beckoning to him.

It's Triss the witch.

As he got closer, Triss quietly lifted a little curtain.

Her black hair poked out of the car, and through the gaps, she could faintly see the gorgeous interior inside. Apparently, this was one of the cars that the prince had made for her.

"Mr. Dressster, there is progress in the incident you have entrusted me to investigate."

Her long, narrow, upward gaze leaned under the curtain and whispered, "After paying attention, I found that many nobles have a tendency to move closer to the extraordinary. Based on Augustus' attitude when he was communicating, I made a list of suspicions. ”

Trissy's right hand reached for her chest, pulling out a few pieces of paper from the gap between the lace edge and her fair skin.

Ruthless enough.

Yager stared at the paper in silence for a few seconds before reaching out to take it.

Many names were written in black ink on the unfolded letterhead, many of which included the surnames of dukes and counts, and even overlapped with the list of the dead in today's Beckland Morning Post.

"Most of the inside used to hint at the extraordinary when they talked to each other at banquets. Among them, Sir Des Shaw may have some overlap with the psychological alchemy you are looking for. ”

"I don't know exactly how he approached, but between certain gatherings, he showed a noticeable change in personality and became extremely sleek and introverted."

Triss explained, pointing to the second-to-last ordinary nobleman.

"Des Shaw?" Yager recalled the slightly familiar name.

Where did he hear about it......

"The knight appears to be the chairman of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee."

Oh, it's Mr. Summer's department.

The black-haired young man quickly remembered what Mrs. Summerer always mentioned every time they met.

The Air Pollution Investigation Commission covers a wide range of areas and is now well known in Beckland. But the most important thing was the secretary of the association, Hibbert Hall, whom he casually saw while flipping through it.

The eldest son of the last absent Earl Hall.

If Des Shaw and the Psychological Alchemy Society are indeed inclined to develop members among the emerging nobility according to intelligence, then this Earl of Hall and the Air Pollution Investigation Commission are the ones to be investigated.

"I see." Yager nodded, and tucked the information into the inside pocket of his trench coat.

In the distance, a coachman and several bodyguard-like men were walking towards this side with many belongings, interrupting Triss who wanted to continue the conversation.

She could only plead hurriedly, "Although you can't take me away until the New Year, you can always pay some money now, please." ”

"Give this letter to Mr. Talim Dumont for me."

For the sake of her hard work, Yager reluctantly agreed to the request, and before the bodyguards over there spotted the suspicious person talking to the princess, he lowered the brim of his hat and disappeared at the end of the street.

.......

A few minutes later, the Minsk office.

"Good morning, Mr. Yager."

"Good morning, Miss Molly." Yager took off the black hat on his head and greeted the Minister of Finance, who was busy at the front desk again, "Miss Melinda is not here today?" ”

At the long wooden table, Miss Molly put down a dozen papers in her hand and looked at him from behind her thick lenses: "She's in the end-of-month meeting with the lawyers." You know, it's the one that neither your assistant nor our finance has to attend. ”

After more than a week of meeting, Miss Molly and Yager are already very familiar with each other. After all, Miss Melinda's business is as busy as the most well-known barrister, and she often asks for a replacement, and Miss Molly thinks that the working environment at the front desk is better than the noisy finance department.

Other employees of the finance department have recently been discharged from the hospital and returned to the office, which has put even more pressure on the minister.

"Need breakfast? There are more colleagues in the finance department. ”

"Of course, thank you." Yager reached out to take the coffee and sandwich, and fully felt the humanistic care between colleagues, "Is there any news recently?" ”

He was worth the gossip that Miss Molly had inquired about.

Although Molly has always been work-focused, as a department head with a lot of idlers who pay for work, she can get a lot of gossip just by sitting in the office every day.

Sharing them outside of work is one of her few hobbies.

"The biggest thing is, of course, the assassination of the king, and the Church of the Night. Our little things here are nothing compared to this big news, and the people in the ministry are discussing which cult is responsible for this this time. ”

"If you want me to say, maybe it was done by someone who is dissatisfied with the factory in the East End."

Miss Molly, who is completely an ordinary person, guesses.

Yager took a sip of strong black coffee and asked casually, "It seems that the deceased duke is not a member of the parliament, right?" Do they have anything to do with environmental bills or something? ”

"They have several factories on the East End." Molly pouted, "Who knows what happened to Kapin before and whether they were involved." ”

"Recently, the factories fired a lot of women workers without paying any compensation."

"Also, a lot of the people who work in their factories are sick. The Kingdom's Air Pollution Investigation Commission said the dust index in the eastern district had exceeded the safe limit and needed to be adjusted. But these people who are full of money don't care about ......"

The hourly bell suddenly echoed over Bakeland.

"Oh! Got to work. Molly quickly stopped the conversation, resumed her movements, and stacked the pile of papers in her hand in various sections.

"Also, Attorney Aemond told you that the information he obtained from the police department has been placed in the case file storage room, and that the application for an investigation order should be written in time for this morning's meeting. The storeroom is a straight walk down from here. ”

"Okay, thanks."

Yager nodded, took his breakfast, and asked casually, "By the way, do we also have relevant information about the atmospheric committee and the factory you just mentioned?" ”

"Yes. Storage Room Nos. 81-90 are all Eastern End-related files. ”