Chapter 225 Invitation

"The royal family..." Klein silently murmured to himself while holding the letter sent by Isengard Stanton.

He looked up and saw the raindrops falling outside the window, and the gas street lamps emitted a quiet halo after another.

In the living room, the tea table was neat and tidy, with a few stacks of newspapers in one corner, and there was no sound from the surroundings.

Klein sat on the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and remained silent for a long time.

After nearly ten minutes, he exhaled foul air, shook his head, and slowly and heavily threw the letter in his hand into the trash can.

He stood up slowly and walked towards the second floor expressionlessly.

But the letter from Isengard Stanton in the trash can quietly caught fire and quickly rolled up, turning into black ashes.

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On Monday morning, Klein stood in front of the bathroom mirror, pressed the temples on both sides with his right thumb and middle finger, and rubbed them vigorously.

After finishing all this, he turned on the faucet, buried his body, splashed cold tap water on his face, and washed his face with a shiver.

Rejuvenated, he hung up the towel, walked to the first floor, and simply made a single-sided fried egg with buttered toast.

Of course, a cup of black tea with some lemon slices can quench your thirst and relieve your greasiness.

After finishing his breakfast and leisurely flipping through the remaining newspapers, Klein suddenly heard the doorbell jingling.

"Who? New commission? Could it be that the 'Mechanical Heart' has already explored the tomb of the Amon family? No, not so soon..." Klein muttered, put away the napkin and newspaper, and walked slowly towards the door.

When he held the handle, the appearance of the visitor outside the door naturally appeared in his mind:

It was a middle-aged and elderly gentleman dressed meticulously, with a white shirt, a thick gray-blue vest that perfectly held his stomach, and a long tuxedo with clear lines and no flaws.

This gentleman wore a pair of shiny leather shoes, completely unrecognizable from the rain and mud.

He was wearing a pair of white knitted gloves, with a few strands of silver hair on his temples, deep nasolabial folds on his face, and light brown eyes that were too serious to contain a hint of a smile.

I don't know... Klein muttered and opened the door.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" He asked politely.

The middle-aged gentleman took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, and saluted with the most standard gesture:

"I am a steward, and I am here to invite you instead of my master, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

"Do I know your master? What is he looking for me for?" Klein was completely confused.

But at this time, he had already noticed a carriage parked across the concrete road. The outer shell was dark and thick, and there were curtains on the inside of the windows. It was not an ordinary carriage at first glance.

Luxurious in a low-key way... Klein stared at it, and suddenly found a coat of arms in a conspicuous position in the carriage.

The main body of the coat of arms is a straight-down sword with a red crown on the hilt.

This..."Sword of Judgment"...represents the "Sword of Judgment" of the royal Augustus family! Klein's heart trembled, and he roughly understood the background of the butler.

Maybe he is still a relatively powerful Extraordinary... Klein made a guess in his heart.

The professional and rigorous butler didn't care about his scrutiny, and said with a polite smile:

"You and my master have not met, but it should be called acquaintance. You have been providing him with clues to the organization symbolized by the tarot card, and he has also paid you the money you need."

Sure enough, it was the big man mentioned by Talim. I have been defrauding funds with specious and false news, and even passed on the expenses that need to be reimbursed by old Kohler... It is not easy to refuse the other party's invitation now, Especially when Talim is still dead... Klein pondered for two seconds and said:

"Your master asked me to go there because of Talim's death?"

"Yes, Talim is his friend. He was sad and confused by his death, and he heard that you were there at the time." The old butler spoke clearly.

No, I didn't... Klein subconsciously wanted to deny it, but in the end he could only nod:

"right,

I watched Talim die in front of me. "

"It's really a sad and regrettable thing." The old butler said sincerely, "Are you willing to accept my master's invitation?"

Is there any reason for me to refuse? That looks very suspicious! Maybe you killed him on the spot... Klein looked at the other party and said:

"I happen to have nothing to do this morning."

"Okay, Mr. Moriarty, please." The old butler bent slightly, stretched out his white-gloved right palm, and pointed to the carriage on the opposite side of the concrete road.

Hey, I have been avoiding contact with big people, but because of Talim's death, I have to face the person behind him... I don't know if this will attract attention or more in-depth background checks... I have to advance Make a plan, and be ready to give up the identity of this stronghold at any time... Also, get the characteristics of the human skin shadow and the hair of the deep sea naga as soon as possible, and be promoted to "Faceless Man" as soon as possible! In that way, my ability to resist risks has more than doubled! Klein put on his coat and hat, and when he walked towards the carriage with the royal coat of arms, he had already thought about the next steps.

At this time, the servant brought by the old housekeeper opened the car door for him.

Stepping on the thick brown-yellow carpet, looking at the wooden cabinets containing red wine, white wine, champagne, Ronzi, and Blackland, as well as the crystal-polished cups, Klein was a little restrained for a while, and found a window by the window. Sit down.

——Langzi refers to strong distilled liquor brewed from pure malt. There are many types, such as the favorite drink of sailors. It refers to the strong distilled alcohol fermented with other grains. Like Langzi, it belongs to the characteristics of Loen.

Watching the carriage drive through the wet street, Klein asked casually:

"To Queens?"

"No, my master is waiting for you at the Red Rose Manor on the outskirts of Queens." The old butler didn't hide anything.

It seems to be the royal family's manor... Klein thought for a while, then smiled and asked:

"Can you tell me the identity of your master now?"

The old butler's already straight back became even more straight, and his chin was raised:

"He is a descendant of 'Founder', 'Protector', he is a descendant of 'Mighty', he is the fifth child of His Majesty the King, Earl of Rustin, His Royal Highness Prince Edsaac Augustus .”

It turned out to be the third prince, the second youngest prince from the bottom, but he seems to be about 21 or 20 years old... Klein recalled what he saw in the Kragg Club and the occasional descriptions in newspapers and magazines.

The carriage drove through the streets, detoured from the area with the artificial lake to the northwest, and after spending more than an hour, it finally arrived at a manor with a very large area.

At the gate of the manor, Klein was inspected by two soldiers in white trousers and red military uniform, and he did not hide the gun pouch and revolver under his arm.

He believed that there must be people around Prince Edsac who could see that he was carrying a gun, and blindly trying to deceive him by illusion could easily be self-defeating.

Anyway, the prince knows that I am a private detective, and his subordinates will definitely not turn away the guests to the police station because I illegally hold a gun... Klein watched as the soldiers took away the gun bag and revolver, and was told to pick them up when they came out .

After another double inspection, Klein followed the old butler around the main house and came to a wide area with hills and water.

The only disadvantage here is that the vegetation has long since withered due to the midwinter, and it is barren.

Da, da, da, several horses rushed over from a distance and stopped in front of them.

A young man in white trousers, high black boots, a slim shirt and a dark rider uniform quickly got off his horse and walked over, while the others followed closely beside him.

He took off the helmet-shaped hat that protected his head, smiled and said to Klein:

"I finally see you, Detective Moriarty."

Seeing him, Clarion's eyes lit up, not because he was so handsome, but because he resembled Henry Augustus I who was printed on the 5 pound note.

Edessaac Augustus also has a round face and a pair of narrow eyes, but he is not serious at all, but always smiling, young and energetic.

"I didn't know that it was Your Highness the Prince who entrusted me." Klein bowed and bowed.

Edesak held the whip, weighed it in his palm, and said with a smile:

"I heard that you played an important role in the 'Serial Killer' and 'Apostle of Desire' cases. Talim's recommendation is really good. Hey, who would have thought that he, who was racing horses with me a few days ago, would And so departed from this world, to the land of storm and lightning."

Since the founding of the country, the Augustus family has always believed in the "Lord of Storms".

Before Klein could answer, he lowered his expression and said:

"The investigation into Talim's death did not go through me, Mr. Moriarty. I hope you can help me find out the truth."

The conclusions drawn by the rest of the royal family? Your two older brothers? I can't bear this level of strife right from the start... Also, Your Highness, your style is so straightforward... Klein sighed:

"Although it is a pity, I still want to say that Talim died of a sudden heart attack."

"Really? There's news from the 'Punisher' that a certain detective named Sherlock Moriarty identified traces of curses on Talim's body." Prince Edsaac chuckled. One sound.

Klein could only respond with a wry smile:

"Your Highness, you should know my principles. I want to live another fifty years."

"Isn't Talim your friend?" Prince Edesak asked immediately.

Klein was not knowing how to answer when a maid suddenly came from the main room, quickly approached the prince, and said a few words in a low voice.

Ed Sack immediately put on a straight face:

"Tell her not to go out!"

After he finished speaking, he took two steps, his serious expression softened, and his blue eyes became softer and helpless:

"But I allowed her to leave the room and walk around the manor at will."