"Yes, but there seem to be reports of serial killings in other parts of the kingdom, which are too far away from us."
Jenkins agrees with the coachman's idea. Monsters, evil gods, cultists, and time-travelers have already appeared in Nolan City, and there is no need for Midnight Killer to get involved.
"I heard that the victim who was in the hospital disappeared yesterday evening without even paying the consultation fee. The police gentlemen in charge of guarding are in bad luck. Ha, I don't believe he will slip away by himself. After all, he suffered a lot. Such a serious injury..."
As he spoke, the coachman tugged at the reins to slow down the horse.
"Wait, who did you say was missing?"
Jenkins had read the newspaper reports of the murder so many times today that he was sure he hadn't seen them.
"The victim of the street homicide that the newspapers were talking about."
The coachman looked back at Jenkins strangely, as if he was curious about his surprise, "The police gentlemen returned to the police station this morning and sat in my carriage. They have been arguing. I mean, I am not eavesdropping, their It's too loud...”
Jenkins had nothing to do with these ordinary fraudsters, and he only went to investigate yesterday out of curiosity. I thought it was just a coincidence, but the disappearance of Robert Kumbu increased Jenkins' suspicions about this matter.
He thought about what had happened to him recently, and finally thought that it was a good thing to continue to investigate.
But the current job is to escort the goods to the manor of Viscount Augustus.
This is a dilapidated manor, completely different from what Jenkins imagined. Because it was already autumn, the old butler stepped on the fallen leaves all over the yard to open the door for the carriage.
The two iron gates that were pushed out were completely corroded into black and yellow, and a broken iron chain was thrown aside, like a black snake coiled among fallen leaves.
The manor's yard is very large, but the place where the gardening plants were originally placed has become a gathering place for weeds and vines that grow wildly. On both sides of the cross road leading to the main hall of the manor, neatly arranged trees stretched out their branches, just like the fingers of an old witch in an old story, winding into a terrifying image.
"The viscount just moved here, and the manor hasn't had time to tidy up yet."
The old butler explained, commanded two thin servants to move two large boxes out of the carriage, counted out a few wrinkled banknotes with trembling hands and sent the driver away, and then took the lead to step up the steps.
squeak~
The door of the front hall was pushed open by the old butler, and the first thing Jenkins noticed was a huge oil painting facing the door. There was enough dust on it that it was impossible to even tell the color of the clothes of the sprightly old gentleman with the cane in the picture.
There is a damp smell unique to old houses in the air, probably because the servants are busy cleaning, but it doesn't look deserted.
The only good thing is that the empty front hall has been cleaned up, the old tables and chairs have been moved to the wall, the damp and rotten carpet has also been removed, and the ground has been cleaned to create a clean space. The servants are here to inspect the goods.
"I'm sorry to let you see this, Mr. William. Viscount Augustus is not in good health. He has been recuperating in the country before and recently moved back to Norland."
The old butler's face was a little ashamed, and no matter who it was, it would feel embarrassed for the guests to see this.
"It's okay. I've heard of this manor before. It seems to be the ancestral property of the Augustus family?"
It's not that I heard about it, it's just that the old man investigated the buyers of this batch of goods a little bit. After all, not everyone can come up with a large sum of money here at once. The results of the investigation showed that everything was normal for Viscount Augustus. He lived alone. He was 42 years old this year and never remarried after his wife died when he was 30 years old. This manor was built more than 200 years ago. It was the Viscount Augustus of that generation, no, it was the summer residence of the Marquis Augustus.
With the decline of the Augustus family, the number of family members decreased, and the title fell to the viscount for various reasons. All of this can be easily found, without any problems. There are many other ancient families like this, such as the famous demon summoner family, the Asiyashi family, which is the first target of investigation now.
"Yes, the master misses the place where he grew up, so he came back. Please take a rest here, I will let them open the box."
The old man nodded, but had no intention of continuing the topic.
It was not an easy task to check the goods in the two boxes. The old butler prepared some tea and snacks for Jenkins, and Viscount Augustus also came here later.
This is a frail middle-aged man with a haggard complexion, wearing a heavy cotton coat.
Jenkins could clearly see that he was not in good spirits, but the Viscount insisted on talking to Jenkins for a while.
"Baron William, it's an honor to meet you for the first time."
He reached out and shook Jenkins, Jenkins took the opportunity to observe, it was an ordinary person.
"Good morning, Viscount Augustus. Oh, you know I'm an honorary baron?"
He deliberately bit down on the word "honor", and Mr. Viscount smiled gently.
"Yes. Since I don't like this title, I'll use the term 'Mr. Williams'. You may not know that the nobles in Nolan City have all heard that Lord Douglas Gerald personally came from the The king came and awarded a great writer the title of Baron."
"Honorary Baronet."
Jenkins emphasized again.
"Okay, honor, ahem, ahem, honor Baron. I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well."
Coughing into his mouth with a white handkerchief, he waved at Jenkins.
This should not be a simple flu or cold. Listening to the sound, it should be something wrong with the lungs.
"It's not pneumonia, is it?"
Jenkins picked up the teacup to hide his nervous expression, thinking that he must find some rituals to expel the disease when he goes back.
"Sorry, sorry."
The Viscount rolled up the handkerchief and stuffed it into the breast pocket of his jacket, Jenkins seemed to catch a glimpse of blood.
"My health has been bad since I was a child, and I am a little surprised that I can live to this day. Well, let's not talk about this."
He looked at the busy figures of the servants, and smiled as he watched the ancient objects being taken out of the boxes stuffed with straw.
"I have liked the antiques of the ancient Shikali kingdom since a long time ago, but the things that have been handed down from that vanished kingdom are not something that a dilapidated viscount like me can afford."
"Actually, the difference between these fakes and the real ones is not that big, it's just a matter of age, the artistic style and talents are the same."