Chapter Eighty-Five: Professional Things, Leave Them to Professional People to Do!

Marianne and Lamit were imprisoned in a dungeon - in Oak Manor, there are not only dungeons, but also supporting torture rooms, torture rooms, etc.

Even in previous years, there was a full-time torturer.

However, with the death of the other party, this position became vacant.

Therefore, when Geert was hung in the torture room, only Maltz was left as a guard, and the old butler who led the way stood outside.

Arthur, on the other hand, looked at the dungeon and walked over to Maltz.

"Will there be trouble?"

The Shire sheriff asked in a low voice.

Maltz had worked with Arthur several times, and was naturally familiar with Arthur's style—this practice of separating and seizing, carefully inspecting, and choosing a professional room, all told the Shire sheriff that the matter was not over.

Not to mention, just now I asked Andy to quietly go back to report and bring reinforcements.

"Yes!"

Arthur nodded, his gaze once again on the unconscious Geert.

"It's up to our Geert to be smart enough."

"If it's smart enough, it's a minor problem."

"If you're not smart enough, it's going to be a big problem."

"And ......"

"You'd better stand outside the door."

Arthur reminded Maltz.

Immediately, the Sheriff of the Shire District stepped out of the door of the torture room and closed the door of the torture room.

Even the lookout window was left with a small crack that could be closed as soon as something happened—the professional business should be left to the professional, Marks's always thought.

Especially after experiencing strange events, the sheriff is convinced of Arthur's words.

Seeing Maltz's movements, the uneasiness on the old butler's face deepened.

"He shouldn't be so irrational, right?"

The old butler asked hesitantly.

"Greed eats away at reason - I just hope he doesn't make some contracts with the guys behind him because of greed."

In a world with a 'mystical side', Arthur's greatest fear is this unpredictable power.

"No!"

"All nobles, including the Doyle family, will undergo a 'baptism' at birth - this baptism will leave a 'mark' on each noble's heir, and once a force such as a contract interferes with the 'mark', the 'mark' will sound an alarm!"

The old butler said immediately.

"What kind of alert?"

Arthur asked with interest.

He is curious about everything on the 'mystery side', especially when it comes to being able to know the corresponding news without any cost.

The old butler didn't answer directly, just gestured on his face.

Punishment?!

It's ruthless enough!

Arthur exclaimed in his heart.

The nobility spared no effort to maintain their bloodline, but because of this, they could not afford betrayal - they chose the most direct way to minimize possible losses.

"If that's the case, then it's just a matter of screening the people in the Oak Manor."

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as Geert wasn't disturbed by the mysterious power, it wasn't much of a problem, at least within his control.

As for the other people in the Oak Manor who are pawns of the plotters behind the scenes?

That's for sure!

You know, Oak Manor is closed.

The members of the Doyle family could not leave, only the servants could leave.

The masterminds behind the scenes must need such a 'bridge' if they want to get in touch with Geert - piggybacking on a message, or some kind of arcane prop that can be connected to each other.

But in any case, there must be a medium for this.

Even, more than one!

Substituted for himself, Arthur asked himself if he needed at least three pieces.

The first pawn, as a normal connection.

The second pawn, as a backup link.

Because, the servants who went out to buy fresh food and fruit could not all be a group of people, and the servants all went in shifts—Arthur had already confirmed this with the old butler.

As for the third pawn?

Naturally, it is used to kill people and kill people just in case.

"Screening the people in the manor?"

The old butler was more sorrowful than ever.

Of course, he knew that there were traitors in the manor, but not counting the farmers outside the manor, but the people in the entire manor added up to almost a hundred people, if they were screened one by one, not to mention whether there was a result or not, the time spent alone was not something they could afford - the old butler had experienced the flames of the seven-year war, he had seen too many nobles disappear, and he knew very well that since the plotter behind him dared to do this, he must have been fully prepared, and Geert was successful, and if Geert was not successful, the other party would definitely have a backhand.

And in terms of the current situation, it is definitely not just to kill Geert, but to ...... the entire Doyle family Erase!

To put it simply, it is necessary to check whether the weapons and powder magazines of the manor are used in a passive manner, whether there are explosives in the hidden corners, whether the food and water are poisoned, and ......

Send in and get reinforcements!

The first few items are easy to say, reinforcements are the key!

Because, no one can be sure whether any of the people sent out to ask for help are traitors!

If there is, that's the worst-case scenario!

Arthur guessed the old butler's concerns.

"Don't worry, this screening process is very fast!"

"All you have to do is do what you need to do now, and in the meantime, gather everyone to the entrance to the basement of the hall, and I'll be right over - and tell Albers to come down, I need to talk to him."

Arthur smiled at the old butler.

[bluffing] flickered, and the confidence in Arthur's smile infected the old butler.

"Okay."

The old butler nodded at once, and then walked towards the dungeon.

Immediately after, 'Detective' Albers jumped.

"And what's hidden?"

As soon as they met, Albers asked.

Arthur nodded, gesturing to Marianne's cell.

"You won't forget how she killed the old lord, will you?"

"You mean?"

Albers was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

It's like a murder method that is driven into the skull with a nail, and ordinary people would never think of it, and at least a rich girl would never know about it.

Unless you've heard, seen, or tried.

Albers was about to rush to his cell, but was stopped by Arthur.

"You know the 'mystery side', right?"

"There's a good chance that the person behind the plot came from there!"

Facing Albers' puzzled gaze, Arthur asked directly.

"Know...... Well?! ”

"Are you saying that the mastermind behind it not only has a deal with Geert, but also a deal with Marianne, and even, Marianne has a big killer weapon in her hand, which can turn defeat into victory?"

In an instant, Albers reacted.

If the mastermind behind the scenes can win over a Geert, he will naturally be able to win over a Marianne, and compared to Geert who has a noble 'baptism' as protection, Marian has nothing.

No one can be sure if the other party has done anything out of the ordinary.

So, Arthur wanted Albers to test it—and Arthur had that idea when the old butler said 'baptism'.

His face was solemn, but his eyes were full of determination.

"At this time, the danger in this manor has not been lifted, and even, with Geert exposed and caught, our danger has just begun - I need to deal with this and make everyone as safe as possible!

But Marianne is here at the very point!

But I can't be distracted!

There aren't many people I can trust, Maltz is the one and you're the other, but your caution, your carefulness, your seriousness and your observant skills, and your familiarity with the 'mystery side' are something that Maltz doesn't have - so I want you to find out if that lady really has her hole cards. ”

Arthur said as he looked at Albers with expectant eyes.

The flickering [bluffing] that is comparable to the light makes Arthur seem so sincere to Alberth.

The latter scratched his head.

"I'm not as good as you say."

"Leave it to me!"

With that, the rookie detective strode towards Marianne's cell.

Passing by Maltz's side, when he saw the unwillingness of the Shire sheriff, he patted Maltz the shoulder.

"Don't worry, the rest of the manor needs you, and here......

It will be my battlefield! ”

The door to Lady Marianne's cell opened and closed again.

The figure of Albers disappeared.

Arthur and Maltz glanced at each other, and rushed out of the dungeon with great speed.

(End of chapter)