Chapter 459

But now Orson can't figure out the specific reasons that would make Odysseus give up the governance rights of the royal domain to his children.

Because this matter will inevitably evolve into a conflict between the two parties in the end, even if it turns into a massive war, it is not impossible.

Perhaps only Odysseus, who gave the order, knew what he was thinking in his heart.

…

At night, Sherlock, who was living in the hotel, was awakened by the movement at the door of her room. She opened the door and saw the front desk clerk standing at the door with a letter in his hand.

"Miss Sherlock, this is your letter."

"Okay." Sherlock nodded, took the letter, and then opened it.

The moment she saw the sender's name, she was stunned for a moment.

Then I read the contents of the letter carefully.

"Dear Miss Charlotte, you are well.

My name is Orson. I have briefly cooperated with you at Orchid Tavern before. I believe you still remember me.

I am a very good person now, and my safety is guaranteed in the palace, but at the same time, my movements are also restricted and I cannot carry out my own investigation.

I have thought about it for a long time these days, and finally decided to tell you what I know so far. I hope you can continue the investigation with my wishes, get to the bottom of this matter as soon as possible, and make everyone in the world innocent.

What follows is the information I have collected so far. I hope it can be helpful to you. Regarding some uncertain information, I will leave notes later..."

The letter was written on two pieces of paper, filled with the intelligence and reasoning collected by Orson. Sherlock read it for a whole night before he finally figured out some ideas for solving the case.

"The nobles are really troublesome." Sherlock sighed with emotion when he thought of Orson being "under house arrest" in the palace.

I was almost detained in the police station before. It was indeed safe there, but once I gave up investigating the case for my own safety, I lost touch with my ideals.

As a commoner, she naturally wouldn't pay special attention to him, but with Orson's identity, it could be said that she couldn't help it.

"In that case, let me fulfill your wish on your behalf." Sherlock said this, firmly determined to solve the case as soon as possible.

Then, she took off her hat from the clothes rack, put it on her head, and started to collect information at the location predicted by Orson.

Chapter 100: Sherlock in Action

This morning, in an inconspicuous street in the lower city of Saint Laurent.

A girl wearing a trench coat and a brown hat was walking on the street. She walked to the door of a pub. She stopped and looked at it for a while, then took out the note in her pocket. After confirming it, she pushed open the door of the pub. door.

At this moment, apart from the drunken drunkard on the table, the only person in the tavern was the waiter on duty in the morning.

Seeing the girl come in, the waiter frowned.

"Sorry, madam, our business hours are from four o'clock in the afternoon. We are closed now. These customers are all from last night..."

"I know, I'm here to find someone." Sherlock said, and came to the bar. Looking at the surprised waiter, she asked:

"Excuse me, did you know a man named Mudrick before?"

"Uh... why did you mention him? I remember that he was not a suspect in the previous demon case in Saint Laurent City..."

"Well, we have received information that Mudrick liked to drink at your pub the most during his lifetime. It should be right, right?"

The waiter heard this, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"If you say so, then it is true that Mudrick and his Iron Wolf mercenary group are important contributors to our tavern's accounts. After their incident, we did lose a lot of income here, but this is also a good thing. Because they made trouble here before and drove away many customers. After they stopped coming, the customers gradually became willing to come back. "

"In this case, let me ask again, do you know that before the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group incident, Mudrick often chatted here with people outside the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group?"

"This...even a staff member like me doesn't know this. How do you know this, young lady?"

The waiter looked at Sherlock in surprise, then stared at him, hoping that he could give him a reasonable explanation.

"Of course it's because of this."

Sherlock looked at the waiter's expression, smiled, and then took out a ring from his arms.

"Mudrick has a habit of saving communication letters. This is the information we found in his storage ring. He often receives letters from the same person, and that person invited him to meet here."

"So, do you understand why I'm here?"

With that said, Sherlock looked at the waiter seriously.

"I'm here to investigate a previous unsolved case. This unsolved case also involves the assassinations of His Majesty the Emperor and the Duke of Orleans. You should know the seriousness of it."

When Sherlock said this, the waiter immediately panicked.

How had he ever seen such a huge battle? The other party actually moved His Majesty the Emperor out.

"I... I really don't know... Although I have worked here for a long time and know many customers, I still know what to do and what not to do. Every time Mudrick comes alone, I dare not disturb him because he wants to talk business with someone. The person who talks business... I really don't know who it is. I only know that he will not tell me his name every time he comes..."

"So... what about the appearance? Do you remember?"

"I don't know..." The waiter shook his head.

The conversation between the two people seemed very noisy in the quiet pub now, and several sleeping drinkers opened their eyes in a daze.

When one of them heard the conversation between the two, he seemed to be drunk and walked up on his own.

Sherlock smelled a smell of alcohol from a distance. She pinched her nose, frowned, and then stepped aside.

The person who came was a drunkard with unshaven beard and messy hair. He looked about 40 years old. This middle-aged drunkard should be someone who gets drunk here all day after losing his job.

"I just heard you talking about Mudrick?" The drunk burped, and another wave of alcohol smelled in front of the two people, making Sherlock and the waiter frown.

"Yes, do you have any information?"

Although Sherlock was very unhappy with the drunk, he looked at his reaction and knew something, so he didn't drive him away directly.

"Hehe, hehe, I am nicknamed the tavern wind ear. There is nothing in this tavern that I don't know. I have also heard a little about the person who often talks to Mudrick alone. How about buying some information from me?"

The drunk said this, and made a money gesture with his hand, indicating that Sherlock should buy information with money.

Sherlock certainly knew what the other party was thinking, so he asked:

"How much do you want?"

"Hey, talking about money is so vulgar. I am a person who values ​​loyalty." Then, he came to Sherlock and whispered:

"Just tell me who asked you to come."

"Is it important who asked me to come?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then said a force.

"Royal family."

"Royal family? Oh, then this lady seems to be of great origin. Since you said so, then I... can tell you... It's okay..."

"Burp~"

He burped again, and then told all the information he knew.

...

After getting the information he wanted, Sherlock immediately set off to the next location.

Lodi, who worked for Duke Giovanni of Napoli, was not the one who provided Mudrick with the demon potion, and according to the drunkard's description, the person who often contacted Mudrick in that tavern was not Lodi, but someone else.

"Alas, detectives are really busy." Sherlock sighed about his current situation on the road, and then came to an underground casino.

This casino was acquired from Orson by Alsace at a low price not long ago. It went through the Orchid Tavern for a transfer. In terms of personnel, except for a few core members who changed people, it was basically all the previous configuration.

It is precisely because of this that others can have room to operate from it.

It was in this casino that the family crest of the Orleans family was found, so there must be something wrong here.

Unfortunately, it was not so easy for Sherlock to get in this time.

"Sorry, we are currently undergoing rectification and cannot enter."

As soon as Sherlock arrived at the door, he was stopped by the guard standing at the door.

"Even if I was ordered to search for evidence, it is not possible?"

"No, and the royal commissioner has already searched for evidence three times before, and there is nothing to check here."

"Well... you have been on duty for so long and it is hard, this little money is my gift..."

"Sorry, you can't get in even if you pay." The guard righteously rejected Sherlock's bribe.

"..." Sherlock pursed his lips, and seeing that the other party was unmoved, he could only turn around and leave.

Chapter 101: Milton

So she left?

Obviously impossible!

Sherlock was able to become a detective and become famous, relying not only on his own brain, but also on his own force.

When talking to Orson, she had already confessed her strength.

A fifth-level magician.

Actually, she still hid her true strength at that time.

In fact, her strength is sixth-level.

It is not a problem for a sixth-level magician to sneak in here.

After the guard drove Sherlock away, he relaxed his vigilance.

After all, at this time, no one would run here without a long eye. Why would he play with his salary of a few silver coins every month? He would definitely take advantage of it.

Then, a door was quietly opened in a place he could not notice, and Sherlock slipped in quietly.

In the past, when solving cases in other places, Sherlock would also be obstructed in various ways. She had actually encountered such a situation more than once. In this case, if she could not get in, she could only use some unconventional means.

Because it was closed for rectification, there were not many people here except for the occasional cleaning staff passing by, so no one noticed that Sherlock sneaked in.

The drunk in the morning gave Sherlock a piece of information.

The drunk often went to pubs, casinos and other gray places, so he often saw the person who met Mudrick in this casino.

The other party seemed to be a manager in the casino, or a well-known guest. Every time he came here, he went to the VIP box. Because there was always someone protecting him, he was the most conspicuous, so the drunk had a deep impression of him.

In short, as long as he could find the register in the casino, he would be able to lock the suspect's information.

Thinking of this, Sherlock quietly came to the front desk and began to search under the counter.

At this time, she heard footsteps coming from afar.

She quickly stopped her hand movements, and then shrank under the counter.

Fortunately, the other party just stopped in front of the counter, as if waiting for someone.

Not long after, another footsteps came, also stopped in front of the counter.

Just when Sherlock looked at the two pairs of feet through the gap under the counter, wondering if the other party had discovered that he was about to attack him, one of them spoke.

"Has the information been passed down from above? How long will it take for us to open?"

"We have to wait until this incident is over, and the meaning of His Majesty's speech in the square seems to be that he is not going to give us a chance to live..."

It seems that these two people are managers of the casino. After hearing the first few words, Sherlock immediately pricked up his ears and prepared to record the entire conversation, which would be an important clue later.

"It's hard for us to say about the talk in the square. Anyway, up to now, the City Hall and the Palace have not ordered a complete ban, so we should open it if we can."

"Yeah, I think so too. After all, there will always be a lack of people in our business. Whether it's money laundering for those rich people or helping them maintain civil order, His Majesty will never kill us all."

"But it's hard to say here... After all, we found the family emblem of the murdered Duke last time."

"Are you sure? Is it authentic?"

"It's absolutely authentic. After all, no one dares to forge the Duke's family emblem."

"How could no one dare to? They dared to assassinate the Duke, so they couldn't forge the family emblem?"

"The key is that the family emblem is not easy to forge. There is a family mark on it, and people of the same blood can sense it. The little Duke has come to test it and confirmed that it is real..."

"I feel that this matter is still strange..."

The two chatted for a while, but never talked about the topic of any progress in the investigation of the case. Sherlock even wanted to jump out and question them.

But now he is the one who is at fault, and the other party seems to be in a bad mood. If he jumps out, he may get into trouble.

"Alas, when we were working under Alpha before, it was so good that nothing like this happened. After we followed His Royal Highness, I thought we were going to be very successful, but suddenly something like this happened... The small banks and money houses that lent us money have been asking for repayment these days, but we are not open for business, so where can we get the money..."

When Sherlock heard the word Alpha, he became alert again.

Wasn't this casino owned by His Royal Highness before?