Chapter 191

"Of course I agree if you want to go back. I will talk to Dean Luka and then go through the procedures for you to go back."

"I understand. Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, Orson bowed gratefully.

"If there is nothing else, I will go back first. After all, the situation in Saint Laurent City is slowly recovering now."

"Um."

Then, Orson turned around and prepared to leave.

"By the way, Orson, I have another question to ask you."

When Odysseus spoke, Orson stopped.

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Do you think Alsace or Elsa performed better in this Saint Laurent incident?"

"Me?" Osen heard this, thought for a while, and then said: "In my opinion, both of them have their own merits. His Highness locked himself in the palace at that juncture to reduce the outside world's discussion of the royal family. Although it is very good, Her Royal Highness's handling of the case investigation is also very royal. "

"So, who do you prefer, Orson?"

"Your Majesty, you know the answer, don't you? I am also a noble, and you know what the noble wants most."

"Is there anything else you want to ask? Your Majesty?"

Odysseus shook his head. Seeing this, Orson went straight to

Left the palace.

Orson's answer to this question did not satisfy Odysseus, but he knew that this was the best answer Orson could give in this situation.

Just let him choose one between the two? That's impossible.

In party struggles, especially those involving the succession of the throne, if you show your side too early, you will be squeezed out by the other party.

Therefore, although Orson privately promised Elsa that he would stand on her side, he did so.

But on the surface, there are many intersections between him and Alsace.

Including transferring all his assets in the city of Saint Laurent to Alsace, acting as an intermediary to introduce Rosalind, who had a military background, to Alsace, and giving Alsace various suggestions on military reform.

It can be said that in the entire empire, only those closest to Orson know his thoughts. From the perspective of outsiders, Orson puts a few eggs in both baskets.

Odysseus sees it this way too.

In his opinion, Orson's position will most likely determine the final direction of the succession to the throne.

Therefore, he was also happy to talk to Orson about who should be given the throne.

In the past, this was something he would never do. Talking about the succession of the throne with the son of a duke and referring to the other party's opinions to a large extent. This situation can be said to be a relinquishment of power.

But Orson is different.

He solved the orc disaster on the border of the empire at such a young age. His achievements at this age were unprecedented even in the entire empire.

"What a pity." Odysseus looked at the direction Orson was leaving, sighed and muttered to himself.

"If this kind of talent is used by our royal family, the empire can maintain peace for thousands of years."

"It's a pity that the golden scale is not a thing in the pond. His ambition is far away from this."

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On the other side, Sherlock's investigation has also made progress.

With Phil's cooperation, the two of them quickly obtained more information about Milton.

According to other people's descriptions, Milton is tall and thin. He always likes to dress well when he comes here. He is about forty years old, and his hair color and eye color are blue.

At the same time, there was a guy who gave the most important information.

Milton once left something in the casino. Later, Milton hurried back to get it and asked everyone if anyone had touched it.

Because of the strangeness of the situation, this guy has a particularly vivid memory.

The thing he threw was probably a scroll, but it was written in ancient common language, and none of them could understand it.

Because Milton was a VIP user, the casino sent people to ask most of the staff that day. Everyone said they could not understand the text on it. Only then did Milton feel relieved.

With this information, it can basically be locked.

Even if Milton wasn't involved with the devil, he probably did something else wrong.

At this time, someone also found more specific information about Milton staying in the casino.

In the past, every holiday, the casino would give out prizes and free chips to VIP users who spent a certain amount of money in the casino, and the redemption vouchers needed to be delivered to their homes by hand and notified in place. Milton reserved an address here, and Still in a residential area!

Although there is a high probability that Milton will not stay here after the incident, as long as you can search in the house where he once lived, you can always find more information.

With this idea in mind, Sherlock and Phil prepared to go to the address Milton left in the casino.

When we arrived at the door of Milton's house, it was already evening. As expected, among the residential areas with lights everywhere, Milton's house was the only one with dark lights. It looked like no one was living in it.

"Go in and take a look?" Phil said, looking at Sherlock.

"Wait a minute." Sherlock waved his hand, then came to the door and looked around the house. After making sure there was nothing special, he stood at the front door again, and then she opened the door.

There are of course many ways for a fifth-level magician to open a locked door.

Phil followed Sherlock and asked doubtfully: "What were you doing just now?"

"Look at the specific structure of the house and see if there are any mechanisms." Sherlock explained casually.

"In this kind of house, if it is the kind of person with ulterior motives, he will usually confuse the searcher in terms of space and create a secret room."

"When I first looked for the agency, I was also checking to see if there were any external agencies. Wait until people come in.

Then lock the people inside and set traps such as poison gas. "

With that said, Sherlock turned his head and looked at Phil.

"You help His Royal Highness handle secret assets. Don't you know this?"

Phil had no choice but to smile awkwardly.

Chapter 104: Weird Scene

Entering the room, Phil followed Sherlock.

Even at the door of the room, Sherlock was quite alert sniffing the air for any strange smell.

After all, she had suffered a lot in the past few years as a detective.

Although there is magic in this world and human beings' physical fitness can be stronger than imagined, this does not mean that people who do not know magic or are not physically strong will not create trouble for the strong.

It's not like Sherlock has never seen an entire house set up as a murder trap.

If a strong person comes, maybe you only need to arrange an illusion in the room to affect the weak people who come in, but this kind of trick is often of little use when encountering more powerful people.

On the contrary, the kind of traps outside the sword and magic system can often take advantage of the negligence of the strong and cause certain troubles to the opponent.

Before this, Sherlock had solved the murder case of a perverted nobleman. The other party used various ingenious mechanisms to turn a room used for receiving guests into a room that could eat people. Not only would the door be locked after people entered, , and sealed with magical power. Even after a person dies inside, the entire house will automatically clean, removing all signs of murder.

In the end, if the nobleman hadn't mistakenly killed his lord's guest and angered the lord, I'm afraid his killing game would have continued to be tolerated.

Entering the house, Sherlock subconsciously touched the floor at the entrance with his hand.

Then, through the light of the lantern, she frowned.

"There is not much dust on the floor. It seems that the other party did not leave directly after the Duke of Orleans was assassinated, but stayed here for a while..."

"So, according to your experience Sherlock, how long should this dust last?"

"In my opinion... it shouldn't take more than a week. If no one cleans or moves for more than a week, the accumulation of dust will be obvious."

"A week..." Hearing this, Phil pondered for a while, then looked at the entourage who followed the two in, and whispered a few words in his ear, asking him to take the news out.

Sherlock looked at Phil's actions and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Immediately afterwards, Sherlock searched along the house.

Like many ordinary residential houses, this house is divided into two floors.

The first floor is the functional area, while the rest area is on the second floor.

After searching a bedroom and a study on the second floor, Sherlock shook his head.

Although the other party lived here not long ago, she could not find out any information about him.

The other party did not leave any clues that could point to the case, not even any clues of personal information.

But she wasn't too discouraged.

After all, the detective is the one who wants to find clues in various mysterious and mysterious cases.

Just as she walked downstairs, Phil's voice came over.

"Sherlock, I found a place, come and have a look."

Hearing what Phil said, Sherlock quickly cheered up and rushed to the place where her voice was.

That was the fireplace in the living room, but at this moment, there was a secret door that opened downwards next to the fireplace.

"Basement?" Sherlock saw this scene and immediately knew what Phil had discovered.

"Yeah." Phil nodded.

"Then... let's go take a look?"

"Okay." Phil said this, walking in front of Sherlock, holding his hand in front of him and slowly lowering it.

"Wait a minute...Sherlock, don't move yet." Just when the two of them had just walked down for about half a minute, Phil faintly smelled the smell in the air, and then spoke quickly.

That smell was a rancid smell.

There was obviously something unclean in the basement, so she stopped Sherlock and wanted to go down alone to find out.

"Phil, I think I have to go with you, and the two of you can take care of me..."

"But what you see in a while may make you feel very uncomfortable. Doesn't it matter even if that is the case?"

"Yes." Sherlock nodded firmly.

"I've been a detective for so many years,

What kind of storms have you never seen? The thing I help people with the most is to detect murder cases. If there are only corpses in the basement, it doesn't matter, and such important clues, I have to see it with my own eyes to make a more accurate judgment. "

"In that case, then come with me." Phil sighed when he heard Sherlock say this.

"Tell me, do people like this need to apply to the city hall for digging a basement? After all, I feel that the scope of his basement is already a bit too large. It always feels like it has taken up the space of several families nearby. Won’t you sue him?”

"Of course you have to apply, but you can dig even without applying, so there have been many blunders before, such as digging a basement and digging into someone else's basement. The other family wanted compensation, but in the end it was found that the other family's basement was illegally dug by their ancestors, so they had to pay compensation."

"But not so many people need a basement. Most people only dig a vegetable cellar to store food, so this kind of thing rarely happens."

Hearing Phil's explanation, Sherlock nodded.

As the slope of the stairs they felt became slower and slower, the lingering stench in the air became stronger, and even Sherlock, who was three steps away from Phil, could smell it and frowned.

This smell doesn't seem like dead fish, but it's unlikely to be human...

At this time, Phil stopped.

"Sherlock, I'm at the door of the basement."

"Then... open the door."

"Yes."

As Phil pushed the door of the basement open, Sherlock fired a flare into the dark basement.

The scene that followed made the two people cover their mouths almost at the same time.

The scene in the basement was like a cultist performing a sacrifice.

A large circle was drawn on the ground with blood, and the circle accurately marked twelve corners, with the cross inverted from zero to six.

On the cross in the center, a man was kneeling on it, facing the stone statue in the deepest part of the basement.

This man was dead now, his ribs turned out of his body at a very scary angle, and his flesh and blood were now covered with black bugs.

These bugs seemed to be extremely afraid of light, and when they saw the flares coming, they flew to the four corners of the basement.