Standing on tiptoe, as far as the eye can see, people can vaguely see people in the window of the building, but the people in the house obviously don't like to look outside.
"Hello, is anyone there? I'm here to visit Viscount Franka."
Reluctantly, he could only stand at the door and shout loudly inwardly. This is quite rude behavior. If it was against his own face, Jenkins would never do this.
But it was obviously useful, and half a minute after the loud shouting ended, the door of the three-story building was pushed open. The man dressed like an old housekeeper walked slowly along the path in the overgrown courtyard to the door, looking at the stranger with the cat on his shoulder through the fence.
"Sorry, who are you?"
The old butler asked, although he was the butler of a country noble, but his accent was very strong in the style of Beldyran.
"Hi, I'm here to visit Viscount Franka, is he at home?"
"Hi sir, what's the matter?"
"I found an old letter addressed to the Franke family. I think the Viscount would be interested."
Speaking of showing a corner of the letter, the old butler obviously wanted to check it, but Jenkins didn't give it to him.
"You can tell by the way I dress that I am a decent person. And I came here from Nolan so far, I didn't intend to deceive anyone... You see, a person wearing such an expensive ring would be a liar ?"
Speaking of which, he showed his Ouroboros gold ring. I don't know if it was because Jenkins chose an extremely friendly image this time, or the noble color of the ring moved the old man. He finally opened the door for Jenkins.
The hinge of that door had probably not been lubricated for a long time, and it made a piercing squeal when it opened.
The area of the manor is not large, not to mention compared with Dolores' suburban manor, or even the residence of Marquis Mihail in Norland.
Although it looks very dilapidated from the outside, after entering the building, I found that the interior decoration is quite good. The walls have been painted recently and have a strong smell. The oil paintings on the walls are also newly hung, and the vases are specially purchased. Porcelain, which costs a fortune.
"Your Excellency the Viscount only recently planned to move here for a period of time, so the outside yard has not been tidied up in time, and the interior of the manor is still being renovated."
The butler probably saw Jenkins' doubts, and said while leading him away.
After entering from the door, through the corridor is the stairs. Going up the stairs to the second floor, the old butler knocked on the second door on the left, explaining that someone was visiting, and Jenkins walked in after getting permission.
This is a study room, with bookshelves on all four walls, only the door is vacant, and a window is left for ventilation. The curtains were drawn, but because the three gas lamps in the room and the candlesticks on the table were on, the room was not dark.
Jenkins had the idea that the fire danger here was very high, and he didn't know whether he should remind the other party.
Viscount Franca was sitting behind the desk. He was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a slender face. He had brown hair, a well-trimmed beard on his chin, and a pair of golden glasses on his face. glasses.
When Jenkins came in, the Viscount was putting down the tome in his hand. Jenkins didn't read the title clearly, but he figured it was some serious academic work.
"Good afternoon, Viscount Franca. I take the liberty to come to visit. I really have something very important to do. Oh, you can call me Poirot. I'm sorry I didn't bring my business card."
"Please sit down, Mr. Poirot. It may be a little luck from the gods to meet a strange visitor on such a boring morning. Hale, please bring us some hot tea."
He said to the old butler standing at the door, the latter answered softly and then closed the door of the study, Viscount Franka looked at Jenkins with interest.
"Mr. Poirot, you seem to be from the city. Are you from Norland City? It must have taken you a long time to come here?"
"Yes, I set off from Nolan yesterday afternoon and stayed overnight in Yorktown. I crossed the river and came to Roman Township this morning. I found out your address from the sheriff at the entrance of the town."
"So, the murderer hasn't been found yet for that serial murder?"
the Viscount asked curiously.
"I'm not sure, but someone died at the entrance of the town last night. I heard that this is the third victim in the serial murder case."
"This is really scary. Roman Town is not a metropolis like Nolan. There are not many people here, and there may not be a vicious murder case in a few years... Forget it, let's not talk about such a scary topic, I will Read this letter."
He reached out to pick up the letter that Jenkins had placed on the desk, felt the texture of the letter with his fingers, and opened the letter.
Jenkins had already read the contents of the letter, and it used modern lingua franca, with only a few lines of letters in it. The general meaning was to let the person who received the letter find the Franka family to get paid.
At most half a minute at normal speed, you can read all the contents inside, but Jenkins waited for a long time but did not see Viscount Franka put down the letter, so he frowned and tilted his head to see the expression on the face behind the letter However, the Viscount remained motionless like a sculpture.
The study was very quiet, and Jenkins felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, so he patted his cat to let it bark to break the silence, and he would reprimand it again, so that the Viscount had to speak.
But now the chocolate in the cat state is extremely uncooperative, Jenkins can only cough by himself, and then apologize to Viscount Franka in an exaggerated tone. The latter did not respond at all, helplessly, Jenkins could only say softly:
"Viscount Franka, what do you think of this letter?"
"My point of view?"
The Viscount finally spoke, but his voice was a little weird. Jenkins was startled, and subconsciously leaned back. At this moment, Viscount Franka finally put the letter in his hand back on the table.
Obviously the other person's appearance has not changed in the slightest, but the middle-aged man who is staring at him now seems to be a different person. If the Viscount Franka just now was an elegant and easy-going scholar, then the Viscount Franka now is like a bottomless abyss, and watching him is like looking up at the sky that cannot be peeped into the end. An air of singularity Jenkins was all too familiar with.
"you… "
"Good day, God of Lies."
He showed a sincere smile to Jenkins, and the letter in his hand has turned into a spirit with the power of the purest god, and has escaped into this world:
"It's a pleasure to meet you here in the morning of this material world. I think even if there are no poets or scholars to record our meeting at this moment, the following conversation will be very meaningful."