Arthur's words of rejection, which had already reached his lips, swallowed back stiffly.

He looked at Vontel in front of him.

Although wearing a top hat, you can still see some hair coming out from under the top hat, you can see that if the other party takes off the hat, the hairstyle must be messy, and although the clothes are of good texture, they are wrinkled, obviously not ironed for a long time, and there is a faint smell of sweat when you smell it closely, and the shoes that should be clean and bright have long been stained, not only muddy water, but also horse manure.

Especially the other party's eyes were even more red and bloodshot, just saying a word to Arthur, and blinking unconsciously.

Obviously, the other party was quite nervous.

The flickering of the skills [Eyes Like a Torch] and [Observing Words and Colors] made Arthur quickly grasp Vontel's information.

Arthur's impression of Fontel was still stuck when the other party compensated 20 gold tickets, and Fontel at that time was a standard, idle, and exciting rich man.

And now?

The other party was very embarrassed, and it was even related to Oak Manor.

Even though Malinda and he had been together last night and had just left, at this moment, Arthur still suspected that Malinda and the other party were colluding to act.

That's too much of a coincidence, isn't it?

He needs the Golden Acorn, and Oak Manor needs his help?

Arthur frowned.

However, he invited the other party into 2 Kirk Street.

"Lord Krados, please help me!"

As soon as he walked into the psychic hall, the young man spoke again.

"Don't worry, please sit down and speak slowly."

"I need to know what's going on."

Arthur raised his hand and patted the young man on the shoulder, motioning for him to tell the reason.

Pendragon was awake and was about to return to the cat's kennel after eating a bowl of cat food, but was held in Arthur's arms and sat in a chair - he thought he should form a deeper friendship with Pendragon.

Pendragon resigned himself to the situation, adjusted his position, and continued to fall asleep, allowing Arthur's palms to slide from the top of his head to his back, only the tail flicked from time to time to remind Arthur to pay attention to his strength.

With Arthur's reassurance and a few minutes of petting the cat, Fontel finally calmed down.

He began to introduce himself in detail.

"Lord Doyle is my father, and my mother is a bartender in South Los and they know each other only because of alcohol, and my birth was a wonderful misunderstanding - it is impossible for my father to take my mother and me to Oak Estate, so he bought me and my mother a house in South Los and gave me the opportunity to go to school and read."

Despite Fonter's tactful words, Arthur confirmed the identity of the other party's illegitimate son through this description, and the Lord Doyle was quite good about his illegitimate son.

'No wonder you can hang out in South Los! ’

Arthur sighed in his heart.

For the reclusive family of Lord Doyle, any Nanlos has heard of it.

In order to curry favor with the Count of South Los, the Lord did not allow any member of the family to leave the Oak Manor—not the servants, of course.

Although Oak Manor is self-sufficient, some fresh fruits, seafood, and meat still need to be purchased by servants.

Some have called this Lord Doyle a 'die-hard loyalist' of the Count of South Los.

Some even disparaged him as a 'lackey' of the Count of South Los.

But Lord Doyle didn't care, and continued to go his own way.

Arthur speculated that the Lord simply wanted to remain neutral between the old lion of the inner bay and the tigress of South Los.

Of course, there are other possibilities as well.

Unsure, Arthur continued to listen.

"Every year on my birthday, my father asks a servant to bring me a birthday present, from the time I was born until now, it has never been broken, but this time it has broken - I at first only thought that my father had forgotten or been delayed by something, after all, he was getting older, and this is normal."

"A day earlier, I had finally received a gift for my 22nd year, a delicately crafted dagger – but I had received a similar gift when I was 15 years old, and I was so excited that I was so sad that I had my arm cut through the dagger and almost died."

"My mother was so angry that she didn't allow me to touch the weapon again, and my father wrote to me apologizing, expressing his concern, and promising never to give me the same gift again."

"It makes me wonder, so, I check the dagger and ......"

Fontel said this, then took a silk cloth from his pocket and handed it to Arthur.

The silk cloth is delicate and should be part of the pajamas.

There are two words on it—

Help me!

Arthur frowned.

The text is scribbled, and looking at the width of the handwriting, it seems that it is not much different from a finger.

'Bit your fingers, write them on the torn pajama cloth, and then, ask for help from your illegitimate son? ’

Arthur guessed in his heart, and his eyes looked at Vontel again.

He believed that Vontel, who had received this secret letter, could not have remained indifferent.

Facing Arthur's speculative gaze, Vontel nodded.

"I didn't tell my mother, I just returned to Oak Manor with some men – some necessary bodyguards and a couple of journalists – and they stopped me, I forced my way in, and then ......

I saw my father's body in the coffin.

Father is dead!

After sending me a distress letter, he died!

They were the ones who killed my father! ”

Vontel clenched his fists and his eyes widened.

"Them?"

Arthur asked.

"My two brothers."

Vontel gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"Why?"

Arthur continued to ask in the face of such a determined Wuntert.

"For, in my father's will, I had the same inheritance rights as those two fellows—the oak estate, the deposits, and some of the properties of South Los, all divided into four, and I had one share of them, and my father's current wife had a share, and they were unhappy with this, and they had several quarrels with my father, and my father fell ill and died."

Vontel hung his thighs hard as he spoke, and a coldness familiar to Arthur appeared in his reddened eyes.

That's killing intent!

Looking at this killing intent, Arthur's eyes narrowed.

It is clear that this rich man is idle, but he is not stupid.

At the very least, they knew to bring some bodyguards and hire some reporters before returning to Oak Manor.

Otherwise, I'm afraid the other party won't be able to come back.

Don't underestimate the power of money.

Faced with a brother who had never met before wanting to take a large sum of money that belonged to him, it was strange that the two brothers of Vontel did not have murderous intentions.

Of course, it makes sense that Fontel wanted to kill his two brothers.

However, it will definitely not be so obvious.

It should be more subtle.

"What did you find?"

Arthur asked directly.

"I can't hide it from you—it's not that I found out, it's someone who mailed me a letter that says my father was murdered!"

Vontel sighed and pulled the letter out of his pocket.

It was a very ordinary letter, not signed, but simply written: 'Your father, Lord Doyle, died of murder!' Other than that, there is nothing.

"The letter was found in my carriage, and the coachman didn't see anyone approaching, I don't know if it's true or false, but I hope you can help me find out the truth!"

Vontel looked at Arthur pleadingly.

Arthur groaned in his heart.

'This letter led to Fontel coming to me, and the coincidence that I needed a golden acorn before, couldn't it be for me?' ’

And Malinda...... Does she know about it? ’

His relationship with Vontel is not a secret, and it is only necessary to investigate it to find out.

Instinctively, he wanted to give up.

Although he lacks Golden Acorns, he thinks it is safer to choose to buy them than to get involved in Oak Manor.

Who knows what's hidden inside?

But just as Arthur was thinking about how to refuse, the young man said straight-

"I'm willing to use half of my inheritance as a commission!"

(End of chapter)