Chapter 206 Case File 3: The Mysterious Dinner Party at Rose Villa (10)
At this moment, Andre was standing in the study on the right wing of the second floor, struggling to pull out a carved hardcover book from the bookcase.
Years of dust flew out along with the books. He coughed a few times, fanned away the annoying dust with the book in his hand, and walked a few steps towards the desk.
"I think I found something interesting." Andre flipped through the pages, identifying the faded ink marks hidden under the mold spots.
"What is it?" Vivian, who was lying on the table, carefully looking through a diary with a magnifying glass, raised her head and asked.
"The genealogy of the German royal family." Andrei spread the book on the table. "Starting from King Rudolf's grandfather, each page records a royal family member who was knighted or crowned king, as well as their subsequent bloodlines."
He soon found the part about King Rudolf.
The chapter on King Rudolf is not long, just a few pages, filled with all his relatives and descendants.
Most of the information recorded in this genealogy was consistent with what Andre had known before: Queen Isabella came from the oldest scholar family in the Rusman Federation. She was considered a candidate for marriage since she was a child and was sent to live with Lady Dorman, the mother of the Countess of Canberra.
It was also because of this relationship that the Countess of Canberra and Queen Isabella became close friends.
Next came Crown Prince Frederick.
This crown prince, who had good looks, talent and reputation, was once the only candidate to succeed the throne. However, after the sudden death of His Majesty the King, he suddenly fell into a coma before ascending the throne, and he was ill for nearly a year before he died.
His illness and death were both very sudden and bizarre. Doctors had not found the cause of his illness until his death, and finally concluded that it was "a genetic disease that had never been seen before."
To this day, a large number of people in the Principality of Huntington still firmly believe that the Crown Prince was poisoned to death by some undetectable chronic poison.
However, this genealogy is obviously different from the printed ones outside, and there are more handwritten records on the last page.
Although Princess Therese Delman never received any princess title in history and even her existence was erased from official documents, someone wrote a separate page for her in neat handwriting.
Princess Deresi Delman was born on the night of the 19th day of the Midsummer month of the year 939 of the Tal calendar and died on the 3rd day of the Early Winter month of the year 963 of the Tal calendar. Cause of death: Unknown genetic disease.
Andre frowned slightly: "The time of death is very close to that of the Crown Prince, and the cause of death is also very similar."
"If those skeptics knew about this, I'm afraid they would say it was the twin curse." Winston shrugged. "For example, half a soul is not enough to sustain two people. Neither brother nor sister killed the other, so they died together in the end..."
"Does this page record her husband and children?" Vivian anxiously leaned forward, searching for a long time but finding nothing. She said in disappointment, "Why not?"
"She's probably not married. If she had married a noble, it would have certainly caused a stir in the upper class." Winston flipped through a servant maintenance log. "Also, there seems to be no other living people in this villa besides the princess. The only servants are mechanical dolls made by the Rusman Federation."
Vivian quickly realized something was wrong, and her almond-shaped eyes widened. "The princess's background has been erased and hidden, and she is imprisoned in this villa. She has no living servants... So how did she have a child? Magic hasn't developed to the point of self-reproduction, right?"
"Madame Butterfly's investigation might be on the right track." Andrei pointed to the time of the princess's death in the family tree. "If someone was still writing this family tree after the princess's death, then there must be someone who knows the truth."
"Since Madame Butterfly has narrowed down the scope for us, why don't we investigate?" Vivian took out the small oil-paper package of fried peanuts. "Let's start with Baron Chandler, who we have leverage over. Anyone object?"
"...Vivian, why don't you put this dangerous item away first," Winston advised softly. "It would be disastrous if the Baron is so easy to talk to but unfortunately has an allergy."
"That's right, the trump card cannot be revealed first, it must be held in hand." Andre wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly agreed.
Vivian thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, what you said makes sense. Let's do this..." She cast a spatial isolation spell on the oil-paper bag and hid it in her handbag. "First courtesy, then force!"
The three of them soon found Baron Chandler, the impoverished nobleman who was returning from the back garden. His face was flushed, and he looked like he had money in his pocket and was in a good mood.
Winston and Andre looked at each other - could this guy have already made a deal with Madame Butterfly?
"Hey, old Camus!" called Winston. "I hear you've got something really good this time. What's your price?"
"Hey, Winston!" the other party replied with a smile: "You're late, I just sold it!"
He scratched his neck as he spoke. "But I guess you don't want the thing itself, do you?"
"Of course, I believe you are well versed in your father's notebook," said Winston complimentingly. "I only need some crucial information, and I trust you will not refuse another business opportunity. You look unwell?"
Winston suddenly stopped and looked at Baron Chandler. The other man seemed to be very itchy and kept scratching his neck. The places he touched quickly became red and swollen.
"I, I can't, I can't, I can't breathe..." Baron Chandler's tongue was visibly swollen. He tried in vain to grab his throat and loosen his bow tie, but it was all in vain. His neck had swollen to twice its size, bulging like a balloon that would burst at any time, and his face was quickly turning purple and blue.
Winston and Andre suddenly realized something. They both glanced at Vivian who was following behind them, but found that Vivian was quite far away from Baron Chandler. However, Baron Chandler was obviously experiencing a very severe allergy... ?
They immediately rushed forward, Andre cast a healing spell, and Winston caught the Baron who was slowly collapsing. He fumbled in the Baron's pockets, trying to find a potion to treat the allergy.
However, it was too late. Andre's healing magic had no effect. The Baron's breathing became increasingly difficult and rapid. He was like a dehydrated fish, gulping for oxygen, but to no avail...
Then, like a rope stretched to its limit, everyone heard a soft "plop" sound from nowhere... That was the sound of Baron Camus van Chand's lifeline being broken.
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