After the funeral, it was already dark.
After the crowd dispersed, Mrs. Caroline invited Connie to dine with her at her home.
Return to 7 Denton Street.
Floin and Mrs. Caroline were busy in the kitchen, while Chen Lun and Connie were sitting in the living room waiting.
"Thank you, Mr. Jack."
Connie's eyes were a little swollen. She lowered her head and spoke softly to Chen Lun.
“I will work hard to earn money to pay you back the gold pounds you paid for my father’s funeral…
But I'm sorry, I may not be able to devote myself to the research of weapons now."
Chen Lun picked up the teacup, took a sip, and waved his hand.
"Don't be stressed, Connie. You don't have to rush to pay me back."
Putting down the teacup, he comforted:
“You don’t need that much time for research. The most important thing for you now is to take care of yourself and not let sadness control you.
If you have time, you can go to the park with Fuluo Yin to relax. "
Connie nodded silently and gave Chen Lun a forced smile.
The following dinner made Connie feel unprecedented warmth.
The kind Mrs. Caroline told her many stories of the past, about how she had picked herself up after losing her husband Henry and son Oliver.
Miss Flourin encouraged her, and Mr. Jack told her some interesting stories, which eased Connie's grief a little.
The dinner was very sumptuous, and Connie was surprised to hear that most of it was made by Miss Floin herself.
The dishes are delicious and healing.
What healed her more was the human heart.
…
late at night.
Chen Lun came out of the bathroom and went back to his room to prepare for bed.
When I passed by the window, I noticed two figures standing under the street light across the street.
"Hey man, are we gonna wait here forever?"
A man from the Iron Fist Gang said depressedly while smoking a cigarette.
"Otherwise, this was instructed by Boss Gary himself.
And don't forget, the one living here is not a human being, so let's just complete our mission honestly."
His companion beside him remembered something and shuddered.
Immediately he stretched out a hand.
"Give me one. I've run out of cigarettes."
"Damn it, you say that every time!"
As the two were chatting, they suddenly saw a dog rushing out from the opposite corridor.
In the dim light of the street lamp, you can just barely see its shiny black and white hair.
Woof woof!
The dog ran straight up to them, raised its head and barked twice, then raised one of its front legs and waved it.
"What the hell! Why does it sound like it's talking to me!?"
"Give it the letter."
"What… ?"
The Iron Fist Gang member suddenly noticed that his companion was looking up at the building opposite.
He followed his gaze in that direction and vaguely saw a black-haired young man overlooking them from the window on the fourth floor.
"Give it the letter!"
My companion urged.
The man in the leather jacket finally came to his senses and tremblingly handed the letter in his arms to the dog.
The dog took the letter, rolled its eyes at him, and ran into the corridor without looking back.
The Iron Fist Gang member was stunned for a while, until the cigarette in his mouth burned his mouth, then he shuddered.
"What the hell! I was actually despised by a dog!?"
Border Collie returned to the room, Chen Lun took the letter and touched its head.
The dog wagged its tail happily.
He tore open the envelope and read the contents in the moonlight.
“—Your Excellency, I have inquired about Viscount Pompey’s current situation in accordance with your wishes.
On weekdays, he would go out to meet up with friends, attend some large events and venues, and occasionally go hunting in the artificial forest park in the inner city.
Apart from that, he spends most of his time in his own manor reading books...
There is one more news.
This news comes from Baron Barney, a good friend of Viscount Pompey, and is highly authentic.
It is said that Miss Rebecca, the daughter of Viscount Pompey, broke her leg while riding a horse and was recuperating at home recently. He was very distressed and wanted to find a tutor for Miss Rebecca.
The detailed address of Viscount Pompey’s home is attached: No. 9, Second Street, Inner City, Pompey Manor…”
"Also, no clues have been found yet regarding the person you mentioned, 'Dolly'.
I hope you can forgive my incompetence. I and the Iron Fist Gang will do our best to find him for you. - Your humble follower, Gary"
After reading the letter, Chen Lun crushed it and destroyed it.
Lean back in the chair and find a comfortable position.
He lowered his eyes and thought.
After a moment, he took out a match, lit the kerosene lamp on the table, then picked up a feather pen, dipped it in ink and wrote a letter.
The content of the letter was to ask Gary to create a false identity for him and Flo Yin.
Even though it is fake, it must be legal and able to withstand inspection by the inner city police station.
This kind of thing should not be a difficult task for Gary, after all, he knows many powerful people in the inner city.
It is equivalent to fabricating the identities of two people and then backing them up at the public security station.
Chen Lun's identity requirement is that he is a scholar from outside the hometown, and his research direction is -
Literature and nature.
One of his plans was to apply for the position of tutor for Viscount Pompey's daughter, so that he could sneak into the Viscount's manor and wait for an opportunity to find Philip's inheritance.
But this is just an alternative plan.
If there is an easier way to sneak in and get the stuff directly, that would be even better.
As for Floyin's identity, Chen Lun asked Gary to find the title of a declining noble from another place and give it to her.
Although nobles are rare, they form a huge group when viewed in the context of the entire Trisur Empire.
The name of a fallen noble, especially one from a foreign land, is difficult to trace its authenticity.
As long as Floin does not often appear in aristocratic gatherings and large venues, and her daily words, actions and dress are consistent with her identity, there will be basically no exposure.
In fact, Chen Lun was not worried about this at all.
Floyin's beauty and temperament cannot conceal her unique charm even if she is wearing a maid outfit.
Chen Lun stuffed the written letter into a brand new envelope.
Looking downstairs, I saw that the two Iron Fist Gang members had already left.
He felt helpless and worried when he caught a glimpse of the dog at his feet wagging its tail and looking at him.
"You are such a good dog!"
Woof!
"dog!"
"What?"
Two Iron Fist gang members were walking on a quiet street when one of them suddenly exclaimed.
Turning back, they saw the familiar dog rushing towards them.
"It's him again! Why is he chasing us?!"
"Could it be that the Excellency is dissatisfied with us and wants to send it to bite us to death!?"
The two people looked at each other.
"run!"
Two men in leather jackets were running for their lives on the street, with a big black and white dog chasing them rapidly.
Until one of them accidentally tripped over the garbage on the ground. When he looked up, his companion had gone far away, leaving only his back.
“Damn it!”
The guy who fell down cursed while holding back the pain.
"Am I going to die? Oh my God, I'm still so young, I haven't touched the hand of a maid in the Flower and Bird Tavern, I haven't..."
The dog was also tired and out of breath, and ran to him.
The Iron Fist Gang member originally closed his eyes and waited for death, but he felt no pain for a long time.
He opened his eyes slightly and saw a dog's face staring at him with a letter in its mouth.
Most importantly, its eyes looked like it was looking at a mentally retarded person.
"Shit! I was despised by the same dog twice in one day!?"