"Oh...now there are these details here. Thank you Mr. Martin for reminding me. But...I'm still a little worried about Mr. F. I want to start the investigation with him."
"Are you still worried about him? Haha... it's up to you, but how do you want to investigate him?" Martin laughed and said, listening to Adele's words, and then Adele continued to speak.
"Nothing, I just want to borrow the letter Mr. F wrote to you. I have learned some handwriting identification before. As long as there are enough samples, maybe I can find some clues from his notes." Adele suggested to Martin, and the other party nodded silently after thinking for a while.
"Well... since it's helpful to you, take it." Having said this, Martin took out an envelope from his clothes and handed it to Adele beside him. Adele took it with a smile, opened it and said.
"Thank you~"
At this moment, in another corner of this small church, a pair of eyes were staring closely at Adele and Martin's movements, monitoring what had just happened.
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At night, in the singing hall of the Goddess of Mercy Palace, on the huge round stage, several dancers were dancing to melodious music. At the edge of a certain level of the stands around the stage, a slightly plump man in an ordinary suit was standing there, leaning against the railing, sipping a glass of red wine while watching the show below, and constantly chatting with another man next to him.
Suddenly, from the other end of the stands, a young man dressed as a waiter walked quickly towards the portly man. When he came to him, he bowed respectfully and then spoke.
"Mr. Fernand..."
The fat man called Fernando paused after hearing the words of the young waiter, then turned to look at the man next to him who was chatting with him and said.
Excuse me, I have to leave for a moment, we will continue later. "
"good."
After getting the other party's answer, Fernando followed the young waiter and came to a secluded corner in the corridor outside the venue. It was here that the young waiter respectfully reported to Fernando.
"Mr. Fernando, Adele Briuz has shown unusual behavior. She has started to frequently contact other 'treasure hunters', asking about their achievements and expressing her distrust of you during the conversations."
"Oh... don't trust Mister F? Then is she going to join forces with others to kick me out of the treasure hunt... or persuade people to leave the Beauty Palace?"
Listening to his subordinates' reports, Fernando spoke thoughtfully, while the waiter shook his head before speaking.
"Neither. Although Adele did not express her distrust of you to others, she did not directly incite others to oppose you. She just asked them to help her investigate you, using methods such as obtaining your letters to identify the handwriting..."
"Oh... studying handwriting..." Fernando couldn't help but smiled and shook his head after hearing the waiter's words, and then continued to say to the waiter.
"Continue to monitor them. As long as they don't leave the Palace of the Goddess of Beauty, they can do whatever they want. Adele will still pay close attention to them. If they show any abnormal behavior further, report it immediately."
"yes……"
After bowing respectfully to Fernando, the waiter withdrew again and left the scene. He returned to the railing where he was before and continued to enjoy the show below the stands. At this moment, the man who had just chatted with Fernando came to him again.
"What did you talk about just now? Fernando first." After the man came to Fernando, he asked him curiously, and Fernando just waved his hand and responded.
"It's nothing. It's just that a key person that I'm monitoring has a little abnormality. It's no big deal."
"Oh...Is that so? Then let's continue with the previous topic. Mr. Fernando, what organization do you belong to? Is your family really a royalist of Farajo and has been committed to protecting the remnants of the Bourbon family?" The man asked Fernando while looking at him, and the other party answered without hesitation.
"Of course not. My family is not a royalist party. The organization I belong to, the Weihui Team, has nothing to do with the Defense Party."
"Weihui Team? What kind of organization is this?" The man asked curiously after listening to Fernando's words, and the other party continued to answer.
"On the surface, it's a street-level civilian organization in Flotz, with a certain amount of secrecy in it, but in reality, I've long been recruited by a big shot in the government and become his black glove for doing some shady things. He gives me money and extraordinary benefits, and I work for him with my brothers."
"A big shot in the government...who is that?" Listening to Fernando's words, the man frowned slightly and asked again, but Fernando shook his head and did not answer.
"I don't know. I only know that he has great power and connections. He can get us any official connections. No matter what we do, we can be rescued even if we are imprisoned in the Anti-Magic Guards' prison. He is very generous and it is very satisfying to work under him."
"So...what is your mission this time?" The man continued to ask Fernando seriously, and he took a sip of red wine and answered leisurely.
"The mission is to contact a group of Bourbon survivors to come to Flotz for a meeting based on the information they sent us. Then, using the excuse of treasure hunting, send them to the Palace of the Goddess of Beauty in the next two days. Then, keep an eye on them and have them stay there until tomorrow evening."
"We'll be on surveillance until tomorrow evening... That's it? Nothing else?"
"Yes, that's it. They will inform me later about what happens next. My job is just to keep an eye on this group of people before tomorrow evening... By the way, they said before that there is a female star who looks like Adele here. She needs special care, and I should stay away from her unless necessary."
Fernando continued to say this. Listening to his words, the man next to him, who had a thin face, deep eyes and a hooked nose, could not help but touch his chin thoughtfully.
"So... the truth will have to wait until tomorrow evening to be revealed?" As Ed spoke, he looked down at the intricate floor tiles in the circular stage below.
"If your mission is just to lead Adele and the others to the Palace of Beauty and monitor them until tomorrow evening, then the so-called Charles you mentioned before is a puzzle on the three stages... all fake?"
Ed continued to ask Fernando, and Fernando shook his head again before speaking.
"No, no, no... This puzzle is not fake, but real. After all, among the remnants of Bourbon, there are many who understand history and occult studies, and many who have studied the Palace of Beauty and King Charles. It is easy to be exposed if you simply make up a completely fake puzzle, and you can't fool people.
"So, the puzzle that the great man gave me is real. It was left by the real King of the Charles. It's just that the original puzzle has a little poison. I concealed a little bit when I told them, and I processed it a little bit myself."
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