The scene before him immediately reminded Klein of the romance story Talim Dumont had told him:

His noble friend fell in love with a commoner girl and insisted on marrying her, which was absolutely not allowed in the top aristocratic circle. Talim was very troubled by this and almost hired someone to kill her, but in the end he persuaded the girl to leave his friend on her own initiative.

Could it be that the protagonist of this story is Edessac Augustus? All the circumstances are consistent. As a prince, marrying a commoner is simply a heresy in this era. Since the founding of Loen, the spouses of the direct members of the Augustus family are and can only be noble women... From what he just said, Edessac brought that commoner back? Moreover, he punished her with house arrest? True love... In just a moment, a story of a domineering prince and a poor little white flower took shape in Klein's mind.

He looked away and admired the scenery ahead.

"This is not what it really looks like now. Wait until spring, when the green grass sprouts, and you will see a golf course of the highest standards." Prince Edessak sent the maid away, raised his whip, and pointed around.

"Golf?" Klein asked, having already figured out the answer.

Prince Edessak signaled his guards and followers to move away, leaving only the old butler and Klein behind.

He walked on the barren plain and laughed:

“Yes, golf, it is a sport that truly belongs to the nobility, and most magazine and newspaper owners hardly have the opportunity to participate.

“Although I don’t like Roselle, I have to admit that his fantastic ideas have given us an interesting enough world. If you can figure out Talim’s death, this place will be open to you at any time.”

It was indeed Roselle... Klein exhaled softly.

Seeing that he did not respond, Prince Edessak continued to sigh:

"Roselle is worth learning from in every aspect, but his attitude towards feelings disgusts me. Of course, this is the commonality and style of most Intis nobles, and it is also the root cause of their obsession with luxury and decadent lifestyle."

Edsak looked at the slow-flowing stream ahead and said in a mature tone beyond his years:

“Ninety-nine percent of people are not as talented as Russell. If you want to succeed and build a great career, you must figure out what you really want, what price you are willing to pay for it, and keep going without looking back.”

At this point, his tone slowed down and he said with a self-deprecating smile:

"Before this year, I always thought that I liked Earl Hall's daughter very much. She has perfect looks, elegant manners, abundant wealth, a distinguished family, and a very powerful father. She is an impeccable marriage partner for a prince. But now I understand that what really attracts me and makes me want to have her even in my dreams is her unique temperament and the deep soul that comes from experience. Oh, I'm not saying that the young lady of Earl Hall's family has no temperament, but that's not what I want, appreciate, or like."

Your Highness, your tone, attitude, and expression are almost identical to those of Talim when he was alive... Please don’t suddenly die in front of me. If I jump into the Tussock River, I won’t be able to clear myself of suspicion... And if I hear too much about this kind of thing, I’ll be easily silenced. Do you want to tie me to your chariot... Klein felt inexplicably scared.

He cleared his throat and changed the subject:

"Your Highness, with your status and position, you will definitely have no shortage of subordinates. There are many people willing to investigate Talim's death for you. Why do you have to look for me?"

Edessak shook his head and laughed:

"As a prince, the more power you have, the less freedom you have. There are many things I cannot let the people around me do. Most eyes are on me.

"You are a capable and intelligent detective, and you have a good relationship with Talim. You were also at the scene at the time. I don't think there is anyone more suitable than you.

"Don't worry, if there is any problem, I can definitely guarantee your safety."

This kind of promise is like toilet paper in the bathroom... Klein couldn't help but mutter inwardly.

Prince Edessak had already said this. He felt that if he refused again, he would probably be unable to leave the Red Rose Manor. He could only sigh and say:

"In fact, I am as angry as you about Talim's death, but the reality forces me to remain calm."

Edsak smiled and said:

"How can I help you?"

“Choose one of Talim’s hair or flesh, plus his belongings.” Klein made the request.

"Okay, I'll have someone deliver these things to your home later." Edsak agreed immediately, and then asked curiously, "Is that all?"

Klein was not polite:

"Once I have some preliminary directions, I will know what kind of help I need. Your Highness, you'd better give me a contact method. A private detective always coming to this manor will definitely arouse suspicion."

Edsak nodded and said as if he had been prepared:

"I will have someone secretly rent the house next door to you, which is No. 13 Minsk Street. When you need to contact someone, you can write a letter to visit your new neighbor and put it in the mailbox. As for the reward, you should know that I am not a stingy person. Even if there is no result in the end, as long as you have made a contribution and assumed risks, you will have corresponding income. If you do find out the truth, I will give you a reward that is enough to support you in your old age."

This prince is very decisive... For retirement, that would cost at least 3,000 pounds... Klein sighed secretly.

"Well, may Talim's spirit rest in peace in the land of storms and lightning." He bowed.

Edsak nodded slightly and told the old butler:

"You take Detective Moriarty out and take him back to Minsk Street."

You didn't even invite me to have lunch? Isn't this attitude too arrogant to treat guests? Of course, the main reason is that it's still a long time before noon... Klein silently teased.

He followed the old butler all the way to the gate of the manor and took back the gun bag, revolver and bullets.

…………

Inside No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein stood in front of the oriel window and watched the carriage with the royal crest go away.

"If we really conduct an in-depth investigation, Sherlock Moriarty could die suddenly at any time... Maybe someone is watching me now. Well, not yet. After all, I haven't taken any action yet..." Klein frowned slightly and stood quietly.

At this moment, he was more eager than ever to be promoted to "Faceless Man".

"I can't just wait for the 'Mechanical Heart' to explore the tomb of the Amon family. I have to continue trying to purchase the characteristics of the human skin shadow through other channels. After all, no one knows how long the 'Mechanical Heart' will take to prepare. What if it takes more than a month, or even more than half a year? It's not impossible. I will send someone to guard the entrance first, and then slowly collect the corresponding information to ensure that there are no mistakes. This is a very good strategy, but if that happens, I can't wait..." Klein had a lot of thoughts and made up his mind.

At 2:45 in the afternoon, he went into the bathroom with his newspaper and began to prepare for this week's Tarot gathering.

Three o'clock.

A deep red and illusory light rose up, and Audrey Hall looked around in a good mood.

Last night, she finally got the coveted Sequence 7 "Psychologist" potion formula. At this moment, she still felt a mixture of excitement, excitement, steadiness and stability. The Psychological Alchemy Society did not ask her to make an immediate contribution, saying that this was an advance.

They fully believed that Miss Audrey had excellent "repayment" ability.

There are no new members... "Justice" Audrey stood up, cast her eyes towards the top of the bronze table, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~Good afternoon..."

Her brisk and joyful voice broke the eternal silence above the gray fog, allowing Klein, who was originally feeling a little depressed, to temporarily get rid of the troubles of the outside world.

He nodded slightly and responded to the greetings from several members.

When she sat down again, Audrey took in the figures of the other members and combined them with the images she had observed before to form a dynamic scene:

Mr. Hanged Man bowed and quietly looked at Mr. Fool with a hint of curiosity. Then, he looked at Mr. World with some expectations... In other words, he, who had a close relationship with the Church of Storms, knew the details of the assassination of Duke Negan and the appearance of the thief Black Emperor. He had a desire to explore the truth behind this incident... It seemed that the Werewolf Beyonder trait that Mr. World had entrusted him to sell had yielded results. He might have also found one of the two materials, the trait of the Human Skin Shadow and the hair of the Deep Sea Naga...

The Sun was in a very stable mood, and seemed a bit relaxed, which meant that he thought that Silver City's surveillance of him had been lifted... What did he rely on to make this judgment? Was he reassigned to the so-called exploration team?

Fors felt a little depressed while relaxing... She passed the test of the Abraham family member and became his student, but was forced to accept something that was not good for her?

Mr. World is as cold and gloomy as always... Perhaps I need to reach Sequence 7, or even Sequence 6, to grasp his emotional changes and thoughts...

Well, The Fool is still as mysterious, powerful and unpredictable as ever.

A series of thoughts flashed through Audrey's mind. She looked at the figure shrouded in the gray fog and said:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have obtained three new pages of Roselle's diary."

This was the copy she had requested from the Psychological Alchemy Society. Because it was only mentioned last night and time was tight, Eslant only had time to give her three pages.

"What reward do you want?" Klein asked with a smile.

Audrey answered sincerely:

"Just consider it as your reward for answering my question earlier, okay?"

When she said this, she inexplicably felt like showing off:

Mr. Hanged Man, you guys don’t even know about the existence of the Twilight Hermitage!

Oh, I'm so envious. I wonder what difficult question Miss Justice asked me in private... I'll write to the teacher when I get back and ask him if he has Roselle's diary. No, I have to tell others that it's his notes... Magician Fors suddenly felt eager and motivated.

Under the suspicious gaze of The Hanged Man, Klein nodded nonchalantly:

"Can."

Audrey quickly materialized three pages of a yellow-brown diary and passed them to Mr. Fool.

Klein took it and looked at it. The first page read:

"On January 13th, we were able to establish stable contact with Mr. 'Gate'."

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