The money thrown by the man from the auction house was placed on the desk in front of everyone. The teacher of the history department had a very ugly face. Obviously, he didn't bring that much money.
"What a coincidence. I have 2,400 pounds. I won't take out the remaining change. I can buy a bottle of red wine on the way back to celebrate."
The servant of the Earl of Paramount said with a smile that his banknote was also in the face value of 100 pounds, and he presumably came prepared.
"how about you?"
The Viscount, who was sitting behind the desk, asked Jenkins. Jenkins calculated all the money on his body, and considered whether it was worthwhile to go to Loen to ask Dolores to borrow money as an excuse to go to the toilet now.
"Of course it's not worth it, why would I spend so much money? Even if it's sold to someone else, I have other ways to get it back."
Wanting to understand this, Jenkins naturally shook his head to express that he didn't have enough cash.
The earl's servant immediately showed a smug expression, this time he won the undoubted victory.
"Well, this gentleman over here bought this antique mirror of mine for 2,400 pounds."
If this price is heard by the sixth person out of the five people present, they will definitely think that they are conducting a meeting of mental patients.
"Congratulations, take it now and never make me..."
Viscount Gurus' voice became lower and lower, weaker and weaker, until he bowed his head and could no longer hear it.
For the first few seconds, everyone thought he was out of spirits and fell asleep while talking, but soon they realized a very bad possibility.
The four walked forward quickly to the desk, Jenkins straightened the viscount's head, the earl's servant stretched out his hand to test his breath, the teacher of the history department took the viscount's right hand and put it next to his ear to listen for the pulse, the gentleman from the auction house huddled aside He turned his head to listen to the viscount's heartbeat.
The desk was full of people, and then they each touched a part of the viscount's body, looked at the others in surprise, and came to the same conclusion:
"Viscount Gurus has passed away."
Prior to this, Jenkins had judged that Viscount Gurus might die at any time based on his physical condition, but he never thought that this judgment would be so accurate. For such a way of death where the vitality is completely exhausted, even if he is beside the deceased, there is nothing he can do. The other party is like a candle that has been burned out. It was pure candles that were burning out, and Jenkins couldn't do anything about adding more spirits of life.
"We didn't do anything! Everyone has to prove it to each other!"
The person who reacted the fastest said immediately, and the others of course nodded in agreement.
"Things have turned out to be like this, but the deal between me and Viscount Gulus has been reached, I think I'll just..."
The earl's servant wanted to reach for the wooden box containing the mirror, but was immediately grabbed by the history teacher beside him.
"This is not acceptable. Since the poor Viscount Gurus is dead, it means that your deal has not been fully concluded. After all, he neither touched your money nor signed an agreement with you. Let me tell you, this mirror We still have to discuss the ownership of the property.”
"I think it's better to call the police first."
Jenkins suggested that the three who were still arguing just now looked at him very uniformly, and then came to a very unified conclusion:
"Absolutely don't call the police."
"Why?"
Jenkins asked, he had already guessed that there was a problem with the identities of the three, and Beldyran's police would definitely ask about the identities of everyone when they took the notes.
"We have nothing to do with his death. Once the police come to investigate, not only the four of us may be in trouble, but this mirror may also be temporarily detained by the police as evidence. I can't get it either."
The gentleman from the auction house explained.
In fact, it is better for the mirror to be taken away by the police, as long as there is a suitable reason, the church does not need to spend money to get things from the police station.
"But Viscount Gurus is dead after all. In this situation, once the servants outside find something is wrong, they will call the police even if we don't. If we come, it will save a lot of unnecessary trouble."
Jenkins said this deliberately, and he looked forward to the reactions of the other three.
"This is absolutely impossible. I am a teacher at the school. If I am taken to the police station by the police, how will I face the students in the future?"
The man who claimed to be a teacher of the history department said, then turned to look at the window. This is the first floor, but Viscount Gurus didn't install protective nets on his windows, and the four people present could easily go out through the windows.
"If you want me to say, let's discuss who should belong to this mirror now, and then leave the money and leave immediately, so as not to let trouble get on me! I really care about my work!"
The gentleman from the auction house suggested it, but the earl's servant suggested a more "effective" method:
"How about we take this mirror and leave now, and discuss who it should belong to when we are in a safe place."
This proposal was approved by two other people, and Jenkins shook his head directly:
"I'm a decent person, I don't want to be a suspect, and I haven't committed a crime. I don't understand what you want to do, how did you come up with such a ridiculous proposal, I'm a nobleman with status, I won't agree your plan."
He straightened his collar, indicating that he would not do that kind of thing.
"Then you can stay here alone, we took the mirror away."
As he said that, the man from the auction house was about to reach out to grab the wooden box on the table, but immediately screamed again, and took a step behind his hands, Jenkins' walking stick precisely left a mark on him.
"Until the police arrive, no one can touch this."
He tapped the box with the end of his stick, and heard a metallic click. As soon as he turned his head, the teacher of the history department had already pulled out the gun with the safety on and pointed it at him.
"Do all history teachers like to carry guns with them? I thought the one I knew who could break a wall with one punch was unique enough."
He sarcastically, turning around to face the gun:
"The same guy pointed a gun at me last time, and he died later."
"If you don't shut up, you're going to die right now. Stand back, let us go, and call as many policemen as you want afterwards."
He said viciously to Jenkins, reaching for the box with his free left hand, but couldn't lift it up. This is because when Jenkins tapped the wooden box with his cane just now, the bottom of the wooden box and the table were firmly fixed together, not to mention one-handed, even with both hands he couldn't pick it up.