Sure enough, Karl and the others were very politely 'invited' by the housekeeper back to the room on the second floor where they had stayed before. When the housekeeper left, the door was slammed shut.
Karl looked at Ceryl with dull eyes.
This guy obviously knew that she was in trouble now, so she showed Karl an awkward yet elegant smile, and then immediately retreated to the corner of the room.
"You can't blame me!"
Ceryl stared at Karl closely and tried her best to explain.
"Who knew there would be such a drama? It's really not my problem!"
"If you hadn't been smart and pretended to be a relative of the boss when you entered here, we wouldn't have been in so much trouble."
"No, we have time to escape now."
Ceryl immediately ran to the window of the room, opened the window and looked outside.
"The guards here aren't very strict, so the two of us can still get away!"
She seemed to think that the idea of remembering was a good one, and turned back to look at Karl excitedly.
"That's 30,000 pounds. If the two of us suddenly disappear now, doesn't it mean that we have actively shouldered this crime?"
Karl continued with a gloomy face: "Believe me, for this super big case of 30,000 pounds, the stinker at Scotland Yard is definitely as excited as a drug addict. I'm afraid we won't even have a chance to leave London.
"
"I originally had a good impression of your behavior today..."
Karl sighed and sat weakly on the bed.
"What do you think of me now?"
Seeing Karl lying down helplessly, Cyril asked cautiously.
"This little bit of goodwill is gradually turning into a murderous intention towards you!"
After saying this, Karl immediately jumped up from the bed and rushed towards Cyril.
"Although I hope you can pounce on me like this, it's not like this!"
So the two of them chased each other in this rather small room. Even without Karl using any of his combat skills, he actually couldn't catch up with this guy.
After chasing for a while, Carl exhausted his energy and sat on the ground, and then Ceryl came over carefully.
"Are you ready to vent?"
"No problem."
Carl waved his hand.
Apparently, Cyril was helping him vent his inner depression just now, which is why there was such a scene.
"Generally speaking, it takes at least three days from the beginning of the investigation to the discovery of our identity, right?"
Cyril nodded.
"Our identities are all rural people from Scotland. It will take time to investigate clearly."
"Then for now, in order to protect ourselves, it is best to catch the guy who stole the gems. In this way, our identities will not matter, and we can naturally leave here calmly."
"But even though they asked us to stay temporarily, we are actually under house arrest here, and there is no way to interfere with them."
Seliel looked helpless.
"We can't go out and tell them that we two are famous detectives and can help them find thieves. Only a ghost would believe it."
As she spoke, she walked back and forth in front of Karl like crazy, seemingly helpless about the situation in front of her.
"Actually, I still have an ominous premonition."
Looking at Cyril walking around like a pendulum, Karl expressed his worries.
"Since the night of June 28, I have been frequently exposed to such mysterious situations. In just 10 days, so many strange events have happened. Don't you think these things are too dense?
"
Seliel frowned and stopped walking back and forth.
"There is indeed something wrong."
"Could it be that someone arranged what happened to you during this time behind your back?"
"If that's the case, we'll be in big trouble."
Cyril stopped where she was and analyzed.
"And if this is really the case, then there is an explanation for what we are encountering today."
"The reason why this theft occurred is to stop us and stay in this manor. When night falls today, I'm afraid something strange will come to our door again."
Cyril's inference is exactly what Karl is afraid of.
If there really is such a guy, he can control so many factors unconsciously and guide him in a certain direction bit by bit.
Moreover, during this process, no one in the game was able to notice this. This ability is really too terrifying.
"Celile."
Karl suddenly called her.
"What's wrong?"
"If someone really comes to this manor tonight with a magic book, what should we do?"
"If this is really the case, my advice is to run away immediately."
"A guy who can do this is definitely something we can't handle."
"What if our two 'escape' activities are also part of that existence's plan?"
"In that case, I will not give up. I will take you out of this city and this country. Even if I die, I will make my last resistance!"
Cyril's attitude was extremely firm when she said this, completely different from the look she had when she was joking before.
"Maybe nothing will happen tonight. Don't be so nervous. What if the two of us are taking so much care here and are actually boxing with the air?"
Karl calmed down the atmosphere in time. He didn't like this serious scene at all.
"You're right."
Cyril smiled. Although she agreed with Karl's words, she still made her final request.
"If I release the suppression of the [Emerald Slate], then I will be completely your slave. No matter what happens then, please do not affect my activities. I don't want to be stabbed in the back at a critical moment."
Karl nodded, then lay on the bed, quietly waiting for the passage of time.
During meal time that day, the owner of the manor, Scott, did not invite them downstairs to the restaurant. Instead, the servants delivered the food to the room. It was seen that he was very strict with everyone.
When night was about to fall, the scenery outside the window was normal, and Cyril stood motionless by the window, which was rare, and carefully watched the situation outside.
When it was nine o'clock in the evening, Ceryl, who had been looking like a stone statue, moved, she waved to Karl and said.
"Come and take a look."
Hearing her voice, Karl immediately got up and came to the window.
It can be clearly seen that apart from the servants who have been waiting outside for their master, a new carriage arrived at the door of the manor.
Because the distance was not too far, Karl could see a middle-aged man coming down, seemingly holding something in his hand, and entered the manor after asking the guard.
It is now nine o'clock in the evening, less than a quarter of an hour before sunset in London.
Karl's premonition seems to have come true, and the danger is approaching him step by step!