Ramit and Jert looked at each other.

Things didn't turn out the way they imagined!

This 'detective' Albers seems to be ...... Not very smart!

Ramit looked at his brother Jert with annoyance and resentment - it was his brother who told him that Albers was a good 'detective', and it was his brother who told him that if Albers appeared at Oak Manor, he would definitely let the bastard and his assistant go home.

But now?

I really want to investigate the cause of my father's death!

Doesn't he know how his father died?

He died of illness!

There is no doubt about that!

Lamit snorted coldly and turned and walked to the drawbridge.

Geert kept a smile and motioned for Albers to come along—but, no matter how you look at it, the second son of the Lord had a stiff smile at the moment.

Detective Albers' carriage was in front, and Arthur's party was in the back.

In the car, Scott sighed.

"This detective is as good as he is rumored to be—albeit with an odd temper!"

"You've heard of this detective?"

Vontel looked surprised.

As a former prodigal and a model of idleness, Fontel thought he was well-informed, and he couldn't hide what was going on in Nanlos.

"'Detective' Albers is a native of Fort Rochatea, and he is quite far from South Loses, and if you want to go there, you have to pass through the inner bay, and I wonder how this detective came to South Loses?

Is it because there is something big that we don't know about? ”

Scott got excited as he spoke.

As a journalist, he is always on the lookout for news, and it is because of this pursuit that he habitually gathers more information, which is why he knows the 'detective' Albers in Fort Luxard.

"Big case?"

Vontel's eyes lit up, but then they turned dark.

The rich man thought of his father, who had died an unknown death.

And Arthur, who was silent, was also thinking about this 'detective'.

The other party, who is far away in Fort Rorschach, happens to come to South Los, happens to know Geert, and happens to have an accident at Geert's family, is this too coincidental?

As for confirming that 'Detective' and Geert know each other?

After seeing Lamit's angry, dissatisfied and complaining look at Geert, Arthur was very sure.

And the successive 'coincidences' gave Arthur a hint of familiarity - as if he had encountered a series of cases before.

But it's a lot rougher, and it's become traceable.

Seems......

The layout man who was hiding behind the scenes was a little anxious.

To put it simply-

''Detective' Albers is very likely to have chased Nanlos because of the other party, and the other party was surprised when he learned the news, so he hurriedly arranged to divert Albers's attention...... Maybe talk to Albers! ’

Arthur wondered in his heart.

At the same time, in the carriage in front, Albers scratched his head with some annoyance.

He's already reacting.

He was deceived by that 'medium'.

He was led by the nose by the other party.

But even if he knew, Albers didn't have any way to solve it.

Even, if he did it all over again, he would still be fooled.

Because—

As a detective, you must chase the truth!

In fact, after a brief period of chagrin, the detective has begun to seriously consider the cause of Lord Doyle's death.

According to his friend Geert, the Lord was seriously ill and died.

But the one who was an illegitimate child obviously didn't think so, and the other party believed that his father was murdered, and even did not hesitate to find a 'spirit medium' to verify it.

If the bastard child had not acquired the property, this would have made sense.

But this illegitimate child already has his own share, and, judging from his clothes, he usually lives a very good life.

Prove that the lord took good care of his illegitimate son.

So, is the Lord's death really a cat?

Or is it the trickery of the insatiable?

Albers leaned towards the former.

It's not about choosing to trust Fontel.

Rather, he believed in Arthur as a 'medium'.

'Like us, they're observant guys, and seem to have a great reputation in South Los and seem to ...... Can you talk? ’

'Detective' Alberth thought.

Three carriages crossed the drawbridge and entered the core of the Oak Manor, a main building supported by six 10-meter-high spiral columns, lined up by 20 waiters, dressed as cooks, manservants, maids, hunters' apprentices, cobblers, blacksmiths, grooms, etc., all middle-aged, apparently serving the Doyle family for a long time.

At the front of the servants was the butler of the Oak Manor, and to the right of the servants, a little farther away, were four teams of 40 guards, with straight bodies, swords at their waists, and long firearms behind their backs, uniform, neat and tidy clothes, resolute faces, and sharp eyes.

Arthur's gaze swept over the posture and expressions of these guards, and he could confirm that these guards had been trained for a long time and were not using farmers to fill up.

Add to that the peasant households outside the manor, and if something had happened, the old lord would have been able to pull up a team of 300 men in less than an hour—800-1,000 men if he had been reckless.

'The heritage of the aristocracy? ’

Arthur sighed and looked at the water tower and bell tower on one side of the manor complex—two places where he thought there would be a dark whistle in wartime.

Arthur doesn't really care about any of this, though, and he's mostly looking for oak forests.

Unfortunately, it was not found.

'In the back of the manor?' ’

Arthur looked at the main complex, but unfortunately his view was blocked and he couldn't see anything.

However, just as Arthur withdrew his gaze, [Death Intuition] flickered violently, and a maliciously, cold gaze stared at him.

Arthur looked silently, only to see a figure flash in the window on the right side of the second floor of the main building.

'Who is this?' ’

Arthur's eyes narrowed slightly.

By this time, the three carriages had bypassed the fountain square and stopped in front of the manor's stables, and the coachmen began to untie the horses, and Arthur glanced at Maltz as he got out.

The latter immediately understood, and motioned for Andy to walk to the stables as a squire.

Of course, the stables are not the point.

Finding out the news is the goal.

And himself?

The best support position was chosen - the back of the team.

"I asked the cook to prepare lunch, please ......"

"I want to see the corpse!"

Faced with Geert's invitation, Albers said unceremoniously.

This made Lamit more and more angry, and the lord's eldest son was about to reprimand the 'detective', but when he saw Scott holding a charcoal pen to make a quick record, he immediately snorted again and walked towards the main building.

"Please follow me!"

Geert said helplessly.

Vic, the butler who was beside him, immediately walked to the end of the hall, took a three-pronged candlestick from the maid, lit the candle on it, and walked to the basement first.

The group followed.

Arthur was keenly aware of the cold and the smell of some herbs.

'Ice cubes and some special means of embalming?' ’

Arthur guessed, his eyes looking down the underground hall.

By the candlelight in the butler's hand, he could clearly see that the solid wood coffin was placed in the center of the hall, and the heavy ice was piled up all around, leaving only a passage for people to pass on one side, the old lord's body had his eyes closed, his palms folded above his lower abdomen, and on the left side of his body was placed a sheathed long sword, which showed the bravery of the old lord, and on the right side was a notebook, which was a book recording the exploits of the old lord, and every nobleman would do it.

Even if this nobleman has no merit to speak of.

"Father!"

Vontel looked at the old lord in the coffin and knelt directly to his side.

The tears in his eyes prove the relationship between the illegitimate son and his biological father.

In Nanlos, although illegitimate children are recognized, they are only recognized, and the biological father and the biological father's family have no obligation to support them, let alone provide for literacy and give them a share of the family property - in some aristocratic families, the second son does not have such a right, and is generally given a knight's title, and then a small amount of money, and sent away from wandering.

If you are lucky, you can earn enough money and buy a manor as a territory to continue your bloodline.

If you are unlucky, the armor and weapons on your body will become the spoils of war for others, and you will be buried in the wilderness or in the mouth of wild beasts.

With the end of the Silver Age, this situation became slightly better, but most of the time, the second son still did not get anything.

It is extremely rare for the old lord to divide the family property equally between his three sons and his current wife.

Vontel knew this, so he understood his father's love for him.

Therefore, he wants to find out the truth.

Wiping away his tears, Fontel stood up, and after taking another look at his father's body, he silently stepped aside, staring at Ramie and Geert with fierce eyes.

He was waiting for the results.

Albers, the 'detective' who had been impatient for a long time, rushed up with the suitcase.

Arthur watched as the other party took out saws, pliers, scissors, tweezers, white gauze, containers of wine and vinegar from the box, and began to examine the eyelids, mouth, and then body.

'Forensics? ’

Inexplicably, Arthur thought of this profession, and then observed the corpse while observing the other party.

"No trauma, no poisoning, not suffocation......"

Albers muttered to himself as he examined.

"Hmph, I told you, my father died of disease, not murder!"

Lamit's face was angry when he said this, with a hint of sadness in his eyes, but it then turned into more anger.

Geert did not speak, and the second son of the lord remained calm, but the disdain in his gaze at Vontel became more and more obvious.

Arthur glanced at the two of them, then at Alberth, the 'detective' who had picked up the saw and was about to examine the body in a more detailed way.

"Stop!"

"What do you want to do?"

Lamit angrily scolded Albers, and Geert couldn't keep his calm anymore, staring at the other with an unkind face.

Vontel had already rushed over and grabbed the other man's arm.

Albers, on the other hand, said lightly.

"Autopsy."

However, it is clear that such words will never convince the Lord's three sons.

In the case of the nobles of South Los, or the entire county of South County, the corpse needs to be kept intact - this is the tradition of the nobility, and any attempt to destroy the corpse is unforgivable in the eyes of the nobles.

But for Albers, it didn't matter.

He only wants to find the truth.

Different ideas naturally bring about a collision, and when a conflict is about to break out, Arthur said lightly-

"Hair!"

(End of chapter)