"Are you willing to accept this commission?" Prince Edsac looked blankly at Klein, who was sandwiched between the butler and Aiglon. He looked from a distance, and there seemed to be another perspective in his blank eyes, a new one.
The viewpoint far away from here is looking across thousands of mountains and rivers.
This... there is no weapon on him, and Klein, who is spiritually empty, can't help but take a step back. Although the spiritual intuition in his mind does not sound as usual when encountering a crisis, his common sense tells him that this person in front of him can't help but take a step back.
His Royal Highness is not normal at all!
He subconsciously quickly looked to both sides, only to find that the two suspected mid-sequence Extraordinaries beside him were both standing there in a daze, with equally blank eyes, as if other scenery had invaded the color.
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"I am willing to accept this commission." Klein, who originally planned to call Ambrosius intuitively when encountering danger, somehow couldn't think of a similar idea at this time. You stared blankly at the easy-going prince in front of you.
He nodded silently.
"I am willing to accept your commission, Your Highness."
"Really, that's great. It will avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble." In an instant, Prince Edsaco returned to the energetic and not-too-serious look he had when Klein first met him.
, as if he had received some gift, he nodded in a good mood.
"This is a specific commission written by me. It includes details and an account at Bavart Bank. The remuneration to be paid to Detective Moriarty will be transferred directly to this account." The prince's eyes were no longer blank.
Shaking his head slightly, he fumbled around awkwardly with his left hand, and finally pulled out an envelope from the desk behind him, passed the butler, and handed it to Klein.
He looked at the somewhat surprised Klein and added calmly:
“This will definitely be a price that will satisfy you.”
As he spoke, he seemed to remember something. He waved his palm and made a stop gesture. He turned his head slightly, looked at Mr. Aigron on Klein's left, and said in the same deep voice:
"Major Corosun, I think I still need to ask you a favor."
Aigron, who had been silent all this time, had obviously returned to normal. He put his legs together and performed a very standard military salute.
"I hope you can help Mr. Moriarty move to another house. After today, MI9 will definitely monitor your apartment for a while. It will not be safe there." Prince Edsac rubbed the phone in his hand.
Pocket watch, he instructed carefully.
Aigron still frowned after hearing the order, but after a brief hesitation, he quickly agreed to the prince's request.
"Yes, I will help him integrate into Backlund better."
After hearing the Major's affirmative reply, His Royal Highness waved his hands in relief and rubbed his eyes tiredly.
The prince paced back and forth for a few times, then stood up, took out a beautifully crafted pocket watch from his straight and neat trousers, glanced at the time, and said to the butler on the side:
"It's getting late. MI9 should have finished handling the scene. You need to send Major Crosone and Mr. Moriarty away first."
"You two, your highnesses are going to rest. Please come with me." The butler, who had always been like a wooden man, suddenly started to move. His emotionless eyes wandered between Klein and Aiglon, and he bowed and raised his hand.
Obviously, the owner of this manor has issued an eviction order. No matter how many questions he still has, Klein can only bury it in his heart and follow the butler and obediently walk out of the manor.
Along the way, against the darkness of the night, Klein's frown and tangled expression seemed insignificant, and even the two travelers in front of him were not aware of it.
Why, what is the situation of His Highness the Prince? He does not seem to be the real client. Why could I not think of rejecting and asking questions just now?
One question after another arose in Klein's mind, making him increasingly impatient.
When I was affected just now, my spiritual intuition was not touched, just like the last time I was forcibly bound by the "mystery".
This means that the person behind it has no ill intentions towards him.
He kept recalling the scene where he had just accepted the commission, but found that he could not recall the details, and could only recall the general outline of the commission from His Highness the Prince.
With an empty brain and confused thoughts, Klein absentmindedly took the weapon he handed over from the guard. Under the guidance of the guard, he once again boarded the luxury carriage he came in.
The diligent butler checked the sentry at the door, then turned around, looked at Mr. Aiglon, who was not very familiar with him, and also raised his hand.
Snap, a strong big hand suddenly grabbed the butler's wrist, startling the waiters around him who were on guard and suddenly stretched their hands to their waists.
"Major Corosun, what do you mean?" The butler, whose body was no longer as strong as when he was young, looked at the prince friend in front of him and asked in a low voice.
I saw Aiglon, who had always been very respectful in front of Prince Edsac, with a touch of dark gold in his eyes at this time, and his cold vertical pupils stared ruthlessly into the eyes of the old butler.
He also lowered his voice, and his right hand that tightly held the butler's wrist moved down slightly, holding the butler's palm covered by a white glove.
"Why did His Highness suddenly entrust Sherlock Moriarty today?"
The middle-aged and elderly gentleman whose palms were clenched shook his head indifferently, as if the strong man in front of him who could smash a wall with one punch was threatening someone other than himself.
"A servant should not reveal his master's privacy."
Seeing the calmness and indifference before him, Aigron suddenly let go of his hands, turned around and stepped onto the carriage.
The butler, who still had a soreness in his right hand, raised his arm and waved it as if there was no one there.
The coachman who had been prepared long ago whipped his horsewhip, urging the luxurious carriage to gradually start, taking the completely opposite route from whence it came, and headed towards the city of Backlund.
In front of the gate of Red Rose Manor, the dazzling light was still there, but an elderly gentleman wearing a dark red formal suit stood beside the housekeeper at some point.
The waiters around him were still busy, and one figure after another came and went around him, but they all strangely ignored him, as if this old man with a gloomy look and arrogant attitude never existed from the beginning.
............
In Prince Edsac's study.
The prince who was supposed to be resting did not return to the bedroom, but left his true love behind and was sitting blankly on the soft chair behind the desk, as if waiting for someone to arrive.
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of tapping on the door was particularly obvious in the quiet night. An elderly gentleman wearing a dark red formal suit, royal advisor Hvin Rambis, opened the closed door of the study without permission and walked in.
The vertical pupils in his eyes were still cold, and just looking at him gave people the feeling of actively surrendering.
Blah blah blah!
The sound of illusory waves sounded for no reason. In the small study room, calm shadows suddenly surged. Ten huge horns rose from every corner of the room, supporting the roof, completely blocking the outside world from prying eyes.
In the center of these horns, a shirtless man slowly crawled out from the flowing shadows. His scarlet vertical pupils looked at the low-key and luxurious decorations around him. He pulled up a chair without hesitation and slumped down. .
"You are too casual, and your whereabouts will be exposed sooner or later." Hvin Rambis, who has always been known for his humility and erudition, now had a frosty look on his face, and walked quickly to where he was sitting at his desk, not paying any attention to the changes in the outside world. The reacting prince stood in front of him and inspected it carefully.
The man on the seat chuckled nonchalantly and straightened up a little.
"Exposed, who do you mean exposed to? Maybe we have been exposed to Adam and the night. Even if it is a 'secret', he must have known it when you came into contact with the person just now."
Hwen's cold vertical pupils looked at Edsac's dull pupils, searching for something, and whispered in a distracted voice:
"They don't care about losers like us. I don't think I can return to the throne of a 'dreamer' anymore."
"As long as 'Secret' doesn't die for a day, I will never be able to return to the throne of God."
He, no, he suddenly straightened up, and moved his cold eyes towards his ally, Fabuti, who was also a fallen ancient god. Layers of gray illusory scales continued to appear on his face.
"Just like you urgently need the owner of the semen to help you get rid of pollution, I only hope to be able to return to the sun. There is no conflict between your and my goals."
"Perhaps those few will not stop us, but the sun, storm, wisdom, dusk, and the soon-to-be-born 'Black Emperor', they should be happy to carve up your and my last property and make it their own."
Fabuti, who was slumped in his chair, suddenly stopped laughing and sat up straight, with only gloom and violence on his face.
He stood up, looked at the only ordinary person in the room, the son of Augustus, and suddenly laughed.
"Believe me, they won't find out. If I just use 0-08 to ensure the plan, I am very confident."
Fabuti, whose body was gradually disintegrating, slowly turned his head, looked at Angelweed who had obtained his "legal status", and said with malicious ridicule:
"After all, you big lizards are as bad at writing stories as ever."
"Didn't you notice that the 'Joker' has discovered the flaw in the story?"
"You won't just abuse hypnosis and guidance, right?" The man laughed silently. Fabuti, who appeared in human form, collapsed on the spot, and a pool of sticky shadow slowly fell back to the calm floor. In the middle, there is no trace.
"Hvin Rambis", whose face was dotted with gray and white dragon scales, looked at the place where Fabuti disappeared without expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
The clouds that blocked the red moon outside the window drifted away with the wind, and the crimson light fell on the study again, but only Edsac was left in the whole room, leaning on the desk.
Ever since he became an adult, he has never been as relaxed as he is now. The corners of his mouth on his calm face were slightly raised, as if he was dreaming of some sweet dream.