After watching the messenger leave, Klein glanced at the letter in his hand and thought about West Balam's problem again.

He thought that he had to be prepared for Mr. Azik not to reply for a month. In other words, when early July came, he might just go to West Balam with a few military personnel without the protection of the former "Archon of Death". In this way, the shadow of the Rose School would always hang over his head.

"Two options. If it is determined that the danger is extremely great, then just give up the identity of Dwayne Dantès. Otherwise, seriously consider the 'client list' and do not include any forces suspected of being involved with the Rose School in the contact range... Well, it is better to preset the target first and control the accidents... The information provided by Danitz should come from 'Vice Admiral Iceberg'. There are two native generals here, which is quite unique... Any other forces, no matter what, will always be marked as being closer to Loen, Intis, Feysac, or Feyneport. Perhaps multiple factions within the organization have different tendencies and reach a balance. Only they do not include foreign countries in the annotations, and only have the support of the Spiritual Cult..." Klein read the contents of the letter again from the beginning and vaguely grasped something.

He initially suspected that these two native generals had established connections with the Church of Knowledge. Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina did not mark them in order to deliberately highlight their uniqueness and tell Gehrman Sparrow that they were people he could cooperate with.

In this way, she didn't need to worry about the possibility of news leaking out from Danitz, because there was no news to leak, only hints.

"Mesanyes, Khatami... the former has the support of the royal family within the Spiritual Cult, and the latter secretly claims to be a descendant of the God of Death... Oh, even if it is true, they are descendants of who knows how many generations. If I meet Mr. Azik, what should I call him?" Klein laughed, shook his hand, and burned the letter.

He then enjoyed a fine afternoon tea in the semi-open room with a large balcony until the butler Walter came in and whispered:

"Sir, another police officer is here to investigate the Caron suicide case."

The obvious clues in this matter always point to Dwayne Dantès, so even if Baron Syndras is handling the follow-up, the police still have to come and visit from time to time, otherwise, those newspaper reporters will definitely accuse them of dereliction of duty.

As for the attack on Congressman Macht, since Dwayne Dantes was only a relatively important eyewitness, he was no longer disturbed after recording his statement.

"Please ask them to go to the living room on the second floor next to the garden." Klein put the half-eaten sponge cake back on the tray and took a sip of red tea.

As the host, he did not have to worry about wasting afternoon tea, because the rest belonged to the butlers and maids. If he ate everything clean every time or asked for it to be prepared just right, his reputation as a stingy person would spread among the servants in the neighborhood and reach the ears of the ladies and gentlemen.

Walter responded without much change in expression:

“They want you to go to the police station because today is the day for the Caron family to identify the suspect.

"They said, 'We're sorry, but this is a necessary process and nothing can be missing.'"

Klein slowly stood up and said:

"I understand, Richardson, go get my coat, hat, and cane."

Now that he had jumped out, he would be happy to see from a bystander's perspective what had happened to Caron and his family, and how things would turn towards Baron Sindras.

…………

In a spacious room at the North District Police Station.

Through a glass wall, Klein saw Caron's family: an old man, an old lady, a woman in her late 40s, a boy of fifteen or sixteen, and a girl under ten.

Their eyes swept across the suspects behind the glass wall and landed on Dwayne Dantès's face.

"It's him! It's him!" the boy shouted loudly, his eyes turned red, his hands clenched into fists, and he tried to rush towards the glass wall.

"It's him, officer, it's him." The forty-year-old lady burst into tears, looking at Dwayne Dantès with eyes full of hatred and resentment.

The little girl she was holding cried out loudly:

"Dad! Give me back my dad!"

The two old men were wiping their tears, one was trying to remain calm, while the other was sobbing and almost fainting. An atmosphere of sadness filled the air.

However, Klein had never even seen them before.

Implanted with memories? He frowned slightly, sighed, and wondered what had happened to the Caron family.

At the same time, in the underground morgue of the police station.

Daly Simone picked up a pencil and began to sketch with a slightly trembling body.

Because she came to the police station to help and there was a possibility of encountering newspaper reporters when going in and out, she did not wear her usual psychic robe, but changed into a black and white checkered policewoman uniform, with a top, a skirt, and knee-high leather boots.

At this time, her palms moved back and forth uncontrollably, and objects such as a desk, a bay window, an ink bottle, and a revolver soon appeared on the surface of the paper.

And on the oriel window, there was a reflection of a human figure.

The figure had neatly combed back hair, a mixture of silver and black. He had a broad forehead, high cheekbones, and many wrinkles. It was Baron Sindras!

Snap! Daly's pencil fell onto the paper.

She then raised her head and said to Leonard Mitchell who came to help and the two inspectors who were responsible for coordinating the communication:

"At the moment when Caron committed suicide, he had a strong resistance in his heart. In other words, there were hints and guidance for his suicide. This is not a simple psychological problem, but must involve extraordinary power at a higher level.

"This contradiction and this confrontation caused him to collapse emotionally and explode spiritually. Before his death, he restored his true appearance to a certain extent. This is the picture frozen in his 'eyes'."

The senior inspector next to him frowned and said:

"Ms. Simone, do you mean that the person Caron saw last was the real murderer? Baron Sindras is indeed the real murderer?"

Leonard Mitchell sneered immediately:

“What you see with your eyes may not necessarily be true.

"I'm talking about illusions. You may not understand them, but if I were the murderer, I could easily find someone who looks very much like Baron Sindras to appear in the room before Kalon committed suicide."

The two inspectors were very satisfied with this explanation and breathed a sigh of relief:

"We will arrange for Caron's family to come here immediately. Please help us get more real clues without harming them."

"Okay." Daly rubbed her eyes and said, "I'll go to the bathroom first."

She did not wear any strange eye shadow or blush this time. Apart from her skin appearing paler, she no longer looked weird. Moreover, she seemed to be much younger, from her early thirties to her twenties. Her eyebrows and eyes were bright and her facial features were delicate.

Leonard Mitchell thought that he would be busy for a long time, so he left the morgue and went to the bathroom on the upper floor.

As the two men walked down the stairs and around the corner, they suddenly saw a gentleman with graying temples appear at the other end of the corridor and walk towards the police station gate with a butler.

This gentleman is mature and elegant, with a pair of eyes as deep as a lake under the moon. He is Dwayne Dantès.

Daly Simone was in a trance for a moment, and turned her head thoughtfully to look at Leonard Mitchell, and found that this "poet" with black hair and green eyes was also looking at Dwayne Dantès.

"Why did you suddenly apply to help me? The members of the Spiritual Cult should be locked down soon. You have plenty of things to do..." Daly didn't give Leonard a chance to make excuses. After a pause, she asked directly, "Do you think there's something wrong with that gentleman just now?"

Leonard retracted his gaze, was silent for two seconds and said:

"Dwayne Dantès meets His Excellency the Archbishop."

He deliberately did not confirm or deny, but just mentioned St. Anthony in a seemingly irrelevant way.

What this means is that the Archbishop did not say that there was something wrong with Dawn Dantes. As to whether he did not discover it or simply did not say anything, no one knows.

Daly nodded slightly and turned her eyes towards the bathroom.

…………

On Wednesday morning, Audrey Hall, holding the invitation letter, took a carriage and arrived at Pacefield Street where St. Samuel's Church is located.

The soon-to-be-established "Loen Charity Student Aid Fund" is located at No. 22 on this street. The building belongs to the Church of the Night and no rent is required.

Before getting off the carriage, Audrey held the invitation in her hand, looked out the window at the scenery, and was full of expectations for the future.

She will become a member of the board of directors and work in the fundraising and external relations departments.

PS: I will update first and then make changes, everything will be back to normal tomorrow.