Mario ran down the street with gloomy eyes, ready to be punished for losing the killer, but that wasn't the main reason for his gloomy mood right now.

As a warrior of the second ring, from the moment Robert released the card, he clearly felt the fluctuation of spirituality, and his room was in the most critical position on the first floor, so he was able to rush to the scene as soon as possible and stop the assassination.

But what he never expected was that this thief was so proficient in hiding and escaping that after chasing him for two streets, he could no longer find his trace!

But when he chased down the killer and was about to return to the villa, he immediately reacted, and at this time, in the case of Grover's death, there was no reliable force in the villa to protect Darcy's safety!!

Originally, this problem should not have arisen, but after a long period of cooperation, he came to pursue, and Grover's habit of coming to protect made him forget for a while that he got the news of Grover's death during the day, and it was not until he lost someone that he finally remembered this most deadly thing!

Mario hurried to the villa while praying silently in his heart, Darcy is his biggest employer and his backer, he has committed many things over the years, if Darcy is killed at this time, his days are numbered!!

Five minutes later, Mario gasped and snorted heavily, and arrived at the villa where he was guarding, and in the face of his oncoming men, he grabbed the collar of the opponent and lifted him straight into the air, and screamed angrily against his forehead.

"How's Mr. Darcy!?"

The young man, who was just an ordinary guard, was so frightened that his legs were wet on the spot, and he said in a trembling voice.

"I heard, I heard that the master is okay there, whatever...... The housekeeper has already been there. ”

Mario's arm suddenly forced, and the hapless guard flew seven or eight meters away with a panicked shout, and plunged headlong into the flower bed in the courtyard.

Faced with such an answer, Mario intuitively felt that something was wrong, he had been led away, how could the other party let go so easily!?

With heavy steps, he quickly came to the third floor of the villa, and to his relief, his sensitive and abnormal sense of smell, comparable to that of a Chess dog, did not smell a trace of blood, which made his preparation to knock on the door suddenly stalled.

There is no smell of blood, indicating that there is no fighting, and considering Darsey's person, Mario does not think that anyone can kill Darcy in any other way without using violence.

He held his breath and condensed, feeling the flow of spirituality in the air, and repeatedly confirmed that there was no artificial use of spirituality on the third floor of the villa at this time, and then put down his right hand that was about to knock on the door, but even so, he still put his ear on the door uneasily, until he heard the slight breathing sound coming from the door, and finally put his mind at ease.

Mario stood outside the door and thought about it, then left the third floor, waking Darcy to sleep in the middle of the night, he didn't want to try it, it would certainly not be a wonderful memory.

Early Saturday morning, it was as usual in the villa.

If I had to say anything wrong, it was Darcy, who usually got up on time at half past seven, and there was still no movement until after eight o'clock.

As the housekeeper, Rossetti thought about what happened last night, although she was puzzled, she still planned to wait, but this wait was two hours, until ten o'clock, and there was still no movement behind the door!!

This morning I was going to inspect the store, such an important matter, with Darcy's cautious character, it would definitely not be missed, but today it happened, and a bad feeling rose from Rossetti's chest!

Sitting on the sofa, his face gradually turned pale, and after a few seconds, he suddenly stood up, his steps were a little hurried, and even rushed to the third floor with a hint of panic.

Rossetti was stunned for only two seconds before she began to knock frantically on the door, and the loud noise quickly attracted the attention of the others in the villa.

Mario, who was asleep, faintly heard a burst of exclamations, he frowned, turned over in a daze, changed to a more comfortable sleeping position, and the air fell silent again with his movements.

"Whoa!!"

Mario sat up from the bed with his eyes suddenly, and the warm bed was lifted by him, and the exclamations outside clearly reached his ears again.

For no reason, the same strange feeling as Rossetti had appeared in his mind, and he hurriedly put on his leather boots, put on a coat with his gloves, and rushed straight out of the room.

What caught my eye was the confused and frightened eyes of the servants, and the dull eyes of the guards like ashes.

He suddenly grabbed the nearest maid beside him, and her violent movements and hideous expression frightened her so much that she almost couldn't stand still, and then the whole villa sounded Mario's questioning.

"What the hell is going on!!"

"Old ...... Old...... Sir, he ..... He..... Committed suicide !!"

Mario's eyes darkened, and a terrible thought suddenly spread all over his body.

The killer didn't go, he was behind that door!!

......

Andu and Robert were walking down the street, it was Saturday, and he didn't have a church job.

"Outside, outside! A well-known wealthy businessman committed suicide at home last night!!"

"Extra, extranemal! well-known wealthy businessman ......"

"Extra ......"

Andu watched the newspaper delivery boy pedaling three wheels, waving the newspaper in his hand, and walked forward with a slight smile.

"Can you give me a copy?"

"Yes, it only takes two Groshi!" said the newsman enthusiastically.

"No problem, two copies, no need to look for more. Andu smiled and handed over a copper Grossi coin with a face value of five.

"Oh, what a generous gentleman, Mr. Reverend!" said the newsboy, holding a copper coin in his hand, and said cheerfully.

Andu looked at the newspaper in his hand, gave Robert a copy, and said, "Have you rested?"

Robert still didn't come to his senses, and said in a daze: "Did you really do it?"

Andu said lightly: "He shouldn't threaten me. ”

Robert shrunk his neck, didn't speak again, and looked at the newspaper in his hand seriously.

The content is simple, and more than two-thirds of the whole newspaper is devoted to one thing, that is, Mr. Darcy, a well-known and wealthy businessman in Halma, committed suicide in his home last night.

The magical, spiritual, and mineral components contained in dark gold are all extremely harmful to the human body, and the most well-known variety of the most well-known metals, dark gold, can reach the effect of killing people in just ten minutes.

Obviously, there was no possibility of resurrection of the tyrannical rich merchant who had devoured the dark gold and completely lost his life under Andu's watch, and he managed to escape from the villa again at half past four in the morning, and by that time, the whole villa had returned to quiet and peace again.

Taking advantage of the guard's dozing and napping, and the opportunity of the leakage of copper, he quickly followed the way he came, and returned to the Antian villa area, and it must be said that although the route provided by the thieves was desolate, it completely avoided the night watchman, and avoided many suspicions and troubles.

When he returned to the villa, he first spent ten minutes, briefly reflecting on all today's decisions, and after whipping himself for a few small mistakes every day, he seized the time to practice for an hour, not daring to slack off.

After all this, it was time for him to catch up on sleep, and it was not until ten o'clock that he woke up again, and by the way called Robert, who had finally fallen asleep in fear.

Now that Darcy is gone, Andu believes that his men are unlikely to come to trouble him again, so naturally he will go to take Elizabeth home, and it is not good to always disturb the Baron de Cofidale's family.

This time, the girl was not playing chess with the noble lady, but was quietly reading the recently popular novel collection alone.

"Home. Andu came closer, and suddenly spoke.

The sudden voice startled the two girls, but the gap in reaction was completely different, and the gap was quite large.

"You can't talk properly!?you have to be scary!!"

"When did you come?"

Andu coughed dryly twice to apologize, and then spent a lot of tongue before finally snooping the noble lady, the warm invitation to lunch, and quickly leaving the manor with the girl.

The carriage was slightly bumpy on a dirt road in the suburbs, which made Robert choose to sit in the front of the car instead of huddle with the Andu siblings.

"It's not right for you to do this, it will break the hearts of other girls!"

Inside the car, Elizabeth criticized mercilessly.

"For a little girl like you, who is not yet an adult, I don't want to discuss things between men and women with you. Andu immediately retorted.

"Hmph, pedantic man. Elizabeth said dismissively.

"What do you know, and, what's so good about this kind of novel??" Andu said as he flipped through the novel titled "It's Not Just a Dream" in his hand.

"For someone like you, who doesn't have half a literary and artistic cell, but only knows cards and drawing, it's like Tifeng will never understand the feeling of heat!!" Elizabeth said weakly.

Tifeng is the northernmost part of the continent, a unique kind of magical beast unique to the San Enoro United Nations, with a two-legged lion head, similar to a griffin, but more durable than a griffin, although brutal by nature, it is extremely easy to tame, but this kind of magical beast cannot survive in the south of the continent because of its own heat fear, so it can only be seen in the northernmost part.

At this time, Elizabeth's analogy made Andu suddenly think of a word, which made him very uncomfortable, and that word was called the frog at the bottom of the well.

So, unconvinced, he opened this collection of novels about the recent imperial fire.

Then he couldn't control himself anymore and fell in love with the book.

It wasn't until the carriage returned to the villa that he put down the book without hesitation, and then his old face turned red at Elizabeth's disdainful gaze.

"Ahem, I just want to know what the taste of the empire is like now, well, in general, it's still very avant-garde, not bad. ”

Listening to Andu's forced explanation, Elizabeth didn't bother to deal with him, and when she got out of the car, she found that the servants and "guards" of the entire villa had returned.

"Dear Miss, welcome home. ”

Pete stood in the garden, with a group of half-grown children behind him, bowing respectfully.