Chapter 182

The base camp of the main force in Antica.

"Sir, is it really okay to hand over the affairs of Saint Laurent City to Master Orson?" Next to Lucius, Albert, the butler who also served as the adjutant of the army, asked.

"In the previous battle with the orcs, I also gave full control of the war to Orson. As you can see, he is a child who understands justice. I can rest assured that he will do things."

"Master, that's not what I meant..." Albert said, frowning. "I grew up watching Master Orson. Of course I also know that Master Orson is very smart. However, you have just given the inheritance rights of the duchy to Master Li Te. Master Orson will inevitably feel a little unbalanced..."

"Are you afraid that Orson will betray Antica's interests?"

"That's right. After all, if he can't inherit the title, it means that his future has nothing to do with Antica. Since he is so capable, he will definitely be very popular..."

"You don't have to worry about this, Albert." Lucius shook his head. "I'm not that stupid yet. The reason why Orson didn't choose to be the Duke of Antica is because I promised him greater benefits."

"Greater benefits?" Albert frowned.

"Is it possible..."

"Well, he's getting older, and it's time for him to go out and start a family on his own." Lucius said this and smiled.

"But will His Majesty the Emperor agree?"

"Eighteen years ago, I quelled the orc crisis for the empire, and the emperor split the earth and granted me a title. Why don't I agree now?"

"He who completely eliminated the orcs' disaster is already one of the most dazzling generals in history just for his military exploits, right? Plus, he is not my biological child. After he becomes independent, he can establish his own family, right? "

"So, before he separates, whether it is to repay the kindness and affection of nurturing, or for his own benefit, he will do it wholeheartedly."

"I know." Albert nodded. "If that's the case, then I'm relieved."

Chapter 87: How do you know?

City of Saint Laurent, Imperial Court.

"Is this the suspect you are talking about?" Seeing the nominal owner of Youlan Tavern being pulled into the interrogation room, Sean, who was sitting on the sidelines of the jury, looked at the interrogator next to him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes." The interrogator nodded, "In Saint Laurent City

They are one of the people who can mobilize the power of eight-level and above powerhouses. Of course they are suspects. "

When the interrogator said this, Sean curled his lips in disdain.

There are many forces in Saint Laurent City that can mobilize powerful people above the eighth level. The other party singled out this family. It was obviously a temporary backstop with the least impact in order to calm down the incident.

Otherwise, the Imperial Academy, the army, and even the security forces controlled by the royal family would be highly suspicious.

But it is impossible for these three parties to be brought out to make excuses.

"Okay, let's see what you can find out from the interrogation." Sean said this, sitting silently and watching the interrogation process.

…

On the other side, Oak Street.

Oak Street, which has been sealed at this moment, has always been guarded by a large number of guards, keeping a close eye on people who come here without permission.

"Who is it? Who is there!" At this moment, a sharp-eyed guard suddenly noticed a black shadow passing in front of him. He quickly shouted out alertly, and even the soldiers around him also looked at the figure. place.

Then, seeing that there was no response from the distance, a guard walked carefully to the intersection and came to the place where the black shadow just disappeared, which led to a dark and bottomless alley. At this moment, the guard felt a little scared.

"Rutte, did you see it wrong?" At this moment, a teammate behind him said.

"Impossible, I absolutely cannot be wrong. Someone definitely passed by here just now!" Rutte said decisively, and there was no room for doubt in his tone.

"In that case, why don't you take a few people to take a look? I'll go back and report to the commander first, and ask him to send more people here."

"Okay." Lu Te nodded, and then pulled a few guards guarding the intersection into the alley.

At this time, the spears used by the guards to block the road were replaced by short swords that were more suitable in narrow terrain.

If there were really people in the alleyway, a fierce battle would probably be inevitable.

At this time, on the other side of Oak Street, Orson arrived with the royal charter.

"Okay, the document is not forged. So, please be careful inside and don't destroy the evidence at the scene." After the guard read the document, he returned it to Orson and then motioned to the soldiers behind him to let him go.

"Well, thank you for your hard work. After these days are over, just take a break and relax." Orson smiled and nodded, and then walked into Oak Street.

Arriving at the Orchid Tavern, the main location of this blockade, Orson stopped at the door and repeated the process before being allowed to enter the tavern.

He came here this time in the name of assisting in the investigation.

As the only representative of the Duke of Antica remaining in the city of Saint Laurent, Odysseus did not refuse after Orson made this request.

After all, from the current point of view, Orson can also be regarded as a member of his own faction, and he is deeply trusted by Elsa. It is right to allow Orson to participate in this investigation.

Sure enough, when Orson walked into the Orchid Tavern, there were already many private detectives inside investigating.

These detectives more or less have their own special skills. Some rely on magic to detect magic fluctuations to collect evidence, while others use more "ordinary" methods to clarify logic and analyze complex clues from some details. trace the criminal's movements.

What is being investigated in Youlan Tavern at the moment is of course the criminal evidence of the contact between Youlan Tavern and the assassin.

Everyone is busy with their own work at the moment, so no one cares about Orson anymore.

Orson glanced at everyone in the hall, and then went straight to the third floor.

Sure enough, the office that originally belonged to the real owner of the tavern was now empty, and a female detective was collecting information on the desk.

The detective wears a brown hat, has short gray ear-length hair, and wears a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. At this moment, she is fully focused on her own affairs.

"Did you find anything?" Orson walked up and asked politely.

The other party was startled by Orson's sudden intrusion, and then shook his head.

"Sorry, not yet. The other party seems to be very keen and has transferred a lot of information. However, it can be seen from the placement and decoration of the items here that this should be a place for business discussions."

"If the assassin negotiated a business deal with the owner of Orchid Tavern here, then there should be strong magic fluctuations here. Even if a long time has passed, it shouldn't be so normal..."

"So, it's not here, is it?"

"Well, just based on the current search

Based on the evidence gathered, it is unreasonable to convict this tavern, but it does not rule out that the other party negotiated a deal elsewhere. After all, this incident was about the assassination of a duke. If the other party is really a criminal, if it were me, You would never discuss business in such a conspicuous place where someone could easily catch you. "

"Very sharp." Orson praised the other person and then closed his eyes, which puzzled the other person for a while.

"Um... is your Excellency here?"

"Shh." As soon as the other party spoke, Orson quickly made a shushing gesture.

Half a minute later, he opened his eyes again and went directly to the bookshelf behind the desk. The other party was startled by Orson and leaned against the bookshelf.

"You shouldn't be very strong, right?" Orson said seemingly casually. "By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet. I'm Orson."

"Well... I'm only level five... but it's good enough for investigating cases... Also, my name is Sherlock, you can call me Charlotte."

"In most cases, you are definitely a detective, Miss Charlotte." Orson said. "You have fifth-level strength at a young age. You can live a good life even if you are not a detective."

Sherlock frowned when he heard Orson talking about things other than detective work.

"Sorry, I talked a little too much, but I just felt it and found something unusual."

With that said, he took out a book from behind Sherlock's head and put it on the desk.

"Here." He pointed to the space on the bookshelf after pulling out the book.

"Miss Charlotte, the thing you are looking for should be here, right?"

"..." Hearing Orson say this, Sherlock looked at him in surprise.

Rather than the button that opened the secret room, she was more curious about how Orson knew her thoughts.

Chapter 88: It should be fine, right?

"You...how did you know?" Sherlock said, looking at Orson with surprise.

"It's a very simple logic. Detectives are used to searching for evidence layer by layer from bottom to top, for fear of missing something. When I first came in, you were probably still in the preliminary stage of the search and hadn't found anything yet, right? "Orson said.

"And you are the only one searching on the third floor. It is difficult not to make people doubt whether you have discovered something abnormal."

"And when I came up to ask, you said no abnormalities were found. In fact, the detectives here are not all from the same camp. The reason why you said this to me means that you want to investigate the results alone and then monopolize this Result, am I right, Miss Charlotte?”

Orson said this, walked a few steps away, and sat on the sofa, looking like he had seen through everything.

"..." Sherlock was silent for a while after hearing this, and then tried to quibble: "Then what if I am different from others and like to investigate like this?"

Orson looked at Charlotte with a smile and said nothing.

After a while, Charlotte, who was looking at Orson, finally couldn't withstand the pressure and said, "Okay, I admit, I do have this idea. So, how did you know?"

"It's very simple, space." Orson said, pointing downstairs.

Looking up from downstairs, the space on the third floor is obviously very large, but now there is only one office. Miss Charlotte, you must have looked around the structure of the entire building before choosing to investigate the third floor, right?

After easily telling the trajectory of Sherlock's movements, Orson stood up again and came to the bookshelf.

"Then, let's go in and see what's inside."

With that said, Orson's hand touched the button on the bookshelf. Immediately, the floor tiles under the bookshelf moved. The bookshelf immediately moved away, revealing a door that opened inward. Orson stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door open. open.

"here it is……"

Sherlock looked at the open entrance and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the scene inside.

As soon as Orson pushed open the door, the whole room was shining with golden light, which made Sherlock dumbfounded.

This is not a secret room, but a big vault, which is full of gold coins, and even a lot of gold coins have been melted and cast into gold bars on the shelves.

She has never seen so much money in her life.

"It seems that this place is really profitable. It is not easy to save so much money just by selling wine."

Orson said so and sighed.

"Miss Charlotte, don't blame me for pouring cold water on you. Although there is a lot of money here, as detectives, we can't touch anything here. The value here must be assessed by the official."

"Ahem,

Of course I know this, don't look down on me, I am a detective!"

"I hope so." Orson nodded and turned around.

"I'm going to go down and report, what about you, Miss Charlotte?"

"Ahem... I... Can I go down with you?" Charlotte certainly knew what Orson meant by this sentence.

In such a place, if you find clues, you can get rewards and credit. Orson's words are obviously asking her whether she wants to share the credit with him.

"Well, it's better to say that I don't really care about the so-called credit, and if two people go to report the news, they can take care of each other, which is more convincing, isn't it?"

"In that case, then... I'd rather obey your order." Sherlock nodded after hearing this, and then followed Orson down.

Sherlock no longer cared about Orson's deliberate teasing of her just now.

After all, this secret room was discovered by Orson, and Sherlock didn't help at all in the process.

But after all, Sherlock was the first to reach the third floor. Seeing that the credit was taken away by Orson, he couldn't help but feel a little unbalanced in his heart, but if he forced to share the credit with Orson, it would be a bit too shameless.

Fortunately, Orson gave Sherlock a way out, which made Sherlock feel a little calmer.

After arriving on the first floor, Orson first found the official person in charge of this incident. After briefly explaining the abnormality on the third floor to him, the official person in charge immediately led a team of guards to the third floor.

When the other detectives present saw this scene, they immediately knew that someone had obtained the investigation results before them, which made them both annoyed and helpless, and they only hated their own incompetence.

At this moment, a sound of fighting suddenly came from upstairs. After hearing the sound, Orson hurried up.

"Hey, where are you going?!" Sherlock saw Orson running up, and he followed him.

After the two arrived on the third floor, they saw a group of guards lying on the ground and a petite figure.

After seeing the two, the black shadow quickly jumped from the window next to it to the roof of a residential building somewhere else and escaped from the stairs.

Seeing this, Orson also quickly climbed out of the window and chased out, leaving Sherlock alone at the window looking at Orson's back.

"Hey! You didn't tell me you were so strong!"

The guards on duty at Oak Street only saw two figures on the roof moving quickly, so fast that the guards couldn't see their specific appearance clearly.

Helplessly, the guards could only report this information to their superiors, and then the superiors sent strong people to chase after the two people.

On the other side, Sherlock stood there helplessly after seeing Orson climb out the window and follow him out.

Then, she heard bursts of wailing coming from behind her.