Chapter 2346 Bloody Marquis

"I remember that the Hawthorne family and the Black family are also suspected to be involved with those cultists, but so far neither we nor the church have investigated any clues. I will write this down. It is necessary to pay attention to it."

Mr. Bernhardt said, looking at the passing apartment door from the carriage window. A woman wearing a headscarf was looking after her children and standing next to the cart filled with her own belongings, waiting for her husband to settle the wages with the porter:

"Did you see it? That family is probably moving away from Moon Bay."

"I have heard people say that many people are indeed planning to leave the city recently, but compared to the huge population of the city, the number of people moving away is almost negligible."

Shade also said:

"And there are fewer nobles moving away. Not only do they have local industries, most of them seem to think that even if Moon Bay is destroyed, there will still be seven major families at the forefront, and they will definitely find a way."

Mr. Albert, a local, looked out the window expressionlessly:

"The seven major families will definitely not leave decisively. Staying in Yuewan is the fate left to them by their ancestors. Although on the surface it seems that the seven major families are just ordinary people, they must still be hiding other secrets. As for Other local nobles believe in their own luck more than they believe in the city council and the seven major families. After all, in the entire southern region, except for Willondale City, there is no place as wealthy as Yuewan City."

Mr. Bernhardt added:

"The obvious thing is that the local nobles in Moon Bay generally don't deal with the nobles in Willondale."

This can also be seen from him. When Mr. Bernhardt was operating in Moon Bay, he was businessman Bernhardt most of the time, and rarely mentioned that he was a viscount in front of people outside his own clan.

Because the St. George Stone Bridge has a direct connection to the "Silver Racecourse" outside the city, a taxi that rarely goes outside the city can still take the three of them to the vicinity of the racecourse.

After getting off the carriage, Mr. Bernhardt took the initiative to pay, and the coroner introduced to Shade:

"This is the property of the Silver family. Because they repeatedly competed with the Aurora family in the navigation business and lost, the previous generation of Viscount Silver wanted to find other properties for the family. But it is impossible for the other six families. Let him encroach on their sphere of influence. In the end, the Silver family did not make any breakthrough, but the horse farm they built became a famous local social venue."

Shade didn't know that Margaret's itinerary included this place today, but he knew that Miss Sylvia should be there because the badge on his chest was getting hot.

Margaret's appearance at the racecourse was naturally for social reasons. Viscount Silver, who was also a woman, was not at her racecourse. Margaret wanted to talk to the nobles other than the seven local families in Moon Bay. .

Therefore, in addition to the Marquis Molson that the three were looking for, others including the Marquis of Ankara, Count Poirot, and Count Feynman were also there. Of course, Shade only knew about these people, but did not actually know them.

The racecourse seemed lively, but Marquis Molson was not there now. After finding the Marquis' seat in the auditorium, the waiter led the three of them to the stables of the racecourse. On the way, Shade did not forget to wave to Margaret, who saw him from a distance.

However, outside the stable, several ugly-looking servants were guarding the door. After confirming that the visitor was Mr. Bernhardt, the three of them were allowed in.

The three of them, Shade, were extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. As soon as they stepped into the stable door, they smelled the extremely fresh smell of blood in the air.

The three of them were startled for a moment and then walked a few steps quickly. Then they found a big red horse that had not yet died lying on the straw-covered floor of a horse stall on the side of the stable. Marquis Morson, wearing a white shirt, was kneeling next to it, cutting meat from it.

As for his two vampire servants, one was delivering knives and the other was holding a plate to hold the cut pieces of meat.

Blood flowed all over the ground, soaking the soil and straw on the ground. The horse whose belly was cut open remained alive for a long time under the influence of unknown thaumaturgy. Even if Shade didn't understand horse language, he could still hear the misery and sadness in its cry.

The three visitors all frowned, and Marquis Morson, who had his back turned to the three, raised his hand to signal them to wait. He carefully continued to cut off three more thin slices of meat from the horse's belly, then took off his gloves and handed them to the servant beside him.

After standing up, the marquis, who was in his forties, tall, thin but elegant, smiled and greeted:

"Good morning, Viscount Bernhardt, and Mr. Watson who came from afar. Good morning, Ptolemy, we haven't seen each other for half a year, right? You are still working in the autopsy room, so you really didn't think about it. Come to my place and become a veterinarian? This is not an insult to you, I really appreciate your talent."

The coroner grasped the strap of the satchel tightly with his right hand, trembled at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the horse with black eyes:

"Thank you for your kindness, but I really like my current job. Why should I treat it like this?"

"Who are you treating? Oh, you name it."

The Marquis looked down at the horse and shook his head:

"It just fell down on the field and broke its bones. It can no longer be cured by ordinary means. I don't want to risk being discovered by the church by using my strength for a horse at this time. But waste must be used, right?" Do you like to eat horse meat sashimi?

We can have a drink together at noon. After what happened last weekend, I was also under a lot of pressure. Not only are you worried about being investigated by the church, but you are also worried about the situation inside Yuewan. What is your expression? "

Mr. Bernhardt also asked:

"Thank you for the invitation, but we have other things to do at noon. However, I think what Ptolemy meant was, why not kill it first?"

"Viscount, this is not something you should say. We are all experts in blood, and we should know that the taste of blood of corpses is different from that of living creatures."

Marquis Morson said seriously, and took out his pocket watch from his white shirt pocket and took a look:

"Since you don't want to stay and have lunch with me, then tell me if you have anything to do. I have to get rid of its blood and flesh as soon as possible, otherwise it will be stale in a while."

"We want to talk to you about the threatening letter."

Shade then said, the Marquis in front of him was a high-level warlock:

"Mr. Bernhard probably also mentioned in the letter that the letter might not be a prank or a simple threat. We divined similar letters that Mrs. Jude received, and finally found that those letters pointed to the relics. Also, Al Some of the bodies accepted by Mr. Bay have received similar letters, which I think is very dangerous."

"Divination is not always correct. Besides, I doubt the level of the fortune teller you hired."

Marquis Molson said casually and waved his hands to the three people:

"Thank you for telling me these things. I know you are doing it for my own good. But can you give me fifteen minutes to deal with it first? Every minute you delay will make my lunch taste worse. "

Shade looked at each other with the two vampires behind him:

"Can you sell it to us?"

"What, you want to be a good person?"

The Marquis raised his eyebrows, looked at the three of them one by one, and suddenly smiled again:

"I know what you are thinking, but I don't mind at all. It's a coincidence that you guys came here. I happen to be in a good mood today. How about we make a bet?

If you win, the horse is yours, and I'd like to talk to you about the letter right away. If you lose, not only can you no longer bother me, but you will also have to have lunch with me. I have prepared a bottle of good red wine produced by Huntington. Then we can talk about the 'important matters' of the three of you. "

"What do you want to bet on?"

The coroner continued to grab the strap of his satchel and asked. The Marquis took off his coat and threw it to the servant behind him:

"This is a racecourse, what else can we bet on?"

His whole body was suddenly enveloped in blood-red light, and the three people and the servants all retreated. Then the dark red light kept squirming and deforming. When the red light dissipated, only a maroon horse was left standing in front of everyone.

The horse lifted its hooves, as if adapting to this body, and the horse's eyes were completely filled with the vivid colors of highly intelligent life:

"Come on, the three of you can play together. You can use any means, but remember not to be discovered. As long as any one of you beats me, I will count you as the winner."

The three of them looked at each other again. Marquis Morson's transformation-horse effect was very good. There was basically no need to consider the odds of winning when competing with this kind of horse. But if it's three against one, try it and you might still be able to win.

"Okay, but we don't have horses ready."

"It doesn't matter, you can choose from all the horses here. Three gentlemen, we will meet at the track in ten minutes. As for it."

The maroon horse looked at the horse on the ground. As a streak of blood flew out, the horse with its belly cut open closed its eyes and was gradually wrapped in ice:

"We will come back later to decide its fate. Although the chilled taste is a bit bad, it feels better to eat after exercising."

Schad, Mr. Bernhardt and Mr. Albert, the coroner, all ride horses, of course, and Schad even won a riding competition. But this game was different from the past. The three of them were choosing horses under the leadership of the servant while talking quietly about the plan. In the end, everyone selected a suitable mount.

The eccentric Marquis Morson turns himself into a horse, but horse racing requires a rider. Shade originally thought that being ridden after turning into a horse would be an insult to the Marquis, but he did not expect that he would casually let one of his servants act as the rider.

So everything was ready, and the three of them led their horses to join the Marquis and appeared together in the waiting area of ​​the racecourse. The summer sunshine in the suburbs was even a bit dazzling. Shade held the reins with one hand and covered his eyes with the other, and saw Margaret waving to them again.