Yager expressionlessly threw some scraps of paper into the trash can on the roadside.

Backlund's morning was still busy with traffic.

On the sidewalk, a young black-haired man wearing another trench coat with a folded collar crossed a quiet neighbor's garden.

Green doesn't seem to be at home.

Probably looking for the angel with the same sequence last night.

In fact, he was the culprit of the poor old thief's moment of fright. It was he who captured the figure of Pales Zoroaster in his spiritual vision last night, and he casually told the monocle next to him.

In exchange, Green gave him the address of a mausoleum outside Backlund.

It is said that it can lead to a mysterious island isolated from the world.

Green also emphasized that if he really goes, be sure to bring him back some shiny ring bugs or a few top hats...

Although the contract confirmed that the transaction was established, Yager clearly understood the possible conspiracy inside based on his impression of a certain Meng.

Top hats and ring bugs are not what they seem.

What's more, besides this mausoleum, he also has another dangerous basement that he has not yet explored.

After meeting the blond man for the first time at the door of the Church of Storms, he had never found a chance to investigate the dilapidated manor on the outskirts of Backlund.

Maybe I can take some time out in these two days.

Just as the black-haired young man was making plans for the future, a carriage on the corner of the street that looked "ordinary" in midtown attracted his attention.

When Yager looked, a white arm secretly stretched out from inside and waved to him.

It's the witch Triss.

After he approached, Triss quietly lifted a little of the curtain.

Her black hair poked out from the car, and through the gap, the gorgeous interior could be vaguely seen. Obviously, this was one of the cars customized for her by the prince.

"Mr. Drester, there has been progress in the incident you asked me to investigate."

Her long and narrow eyes moved under the curtains and whispered: "After paying attention, I found that many nobles have a tendency to move closer to the extraordinary. Based on Augustus's attitude when communicating, I probably made a list of suspicions. "

Triss's right hand touched her chest and took out a few pieces of paper from the gap between the lace edge and her fair skin.

Cruel enough.

Yager stared at the paper in silence for a few seconds before reaching out and taking it.

There were many names written in black ink on the unfolded letter paper, many of which contained the surnames of dukes and earls, and even overlapped with the list of the dead in today's Backlund morning newspaper.

"Most of them have hinted at extraordinary things when talking to each other at the banquet. Among them, Sir Des Shaw may have some intersection with the psychological alchemy you are looking for."

"I don't know what his specific path was, but between two gatherings, he showed obvious personality changes and became particularly smooth and restrained."

Triss pointed at an ordinary nobleman who was second to last and explained.

"Des Shaw?" Yager recalled this slightly familiar name.

Where did he hear about it...

"This gentleman seems to be the chairman of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee."

Oh, it's Mr. Summer's department.

The black-haired young man quickly remembered what Mrs. Summer always mentioned every time they met.

The Air Pollution Investigation Committee covers a wide range of areas and currently has a lot of reputation in Backlund. But the most important thing is the secretary of the association, Hibbert Hall, whom he saw casually while browsing.

The eldest son of Earl Hall who was absent last time.

If Des Shaw and the Psychological Alchemy Society are indeed inclined to recruit members among emerging nobles according to the intelligence, then Earl Hall and the Air Pollution Investigation Committee must be investigated.

"I understand." Yager nodded and put the information into the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

In the distance, there happened to be a man who looked like a coachman and several bodyguards, carrying many items, interrupting Triss who was about to continue talking.

She could only pray hastily: "Although you can't take me away until the New Year, you can always pay me some reward now, please."

"Give this letter to Mr. Talim Dumont for me."

Seeing that she was indeed working hard, Yager reluctantly agreed to the request, and before the bodyguards there noticed that the suspicious person was talking to the princess, he lowered his hat and disappeared at the end of the street.

.......

A few minutes later, Minsk Office.

"Good morning, Mr. Yager."

"Good morning, Miss Molly." Yager took off the black hat on his head and said hello to the Finance Minister who was busy at the front desk again, "Isn't Miss Melinda not here today again?"

In front of the long wooden table, Miss Mo Li put down a dozen documents in her hands and looked at him from behind her thick lenses: "She is having an end-of-month meeting with the lawyers. You know, it's your assistant and our finance department.

The one who doesn’t even need to participate.”

After more than a week of meeting, Miss Molly has become very familiar with Yager. After all, Miss Melinda’s business is as busy as the most famous barrister, and she often asks for replacements, and Miss Molly thinks that the front desk job is

The environment is better than the noisy finance department.

Other employees of the Finance Department had been successfully discharged from hospital not long ago and returned to the office, which put even more pressure on the minister.

"Do you need breakfast? My colleagues in the finance department have extra."

"Of course, thank you." Yager reached out and took the coffee and sandwich, fully feeling the humanistic care between colleagues, "Any news recently?"

What he deserves is the gossip Miss Molly inquires about.

Although Molly has always been work-centered, as a department head with many idle people who are paid to work, she can get a lot of gossip just sitting in the office every day.

Sharing them outside of work is one of her few hobbies.

"The biggest thing is of course the assassination of the king, and the Church of the Night. The small things we do here are nothing compared to this big news. Everyone in the ministry is discussing which cult is responsible for this."

"If you ask me, maybe it was done by someone who was dissatisfied with the East End factory."

Miss Molly, who is completely an ordinary person, guessed.

Yager took a sip of strong black coffee and asked casually: "It seems that the deceased Dukes were not members of Parliament, right? Are they also related to environmental bills and the like?"

"They have several factories in the East District." Molly curled her lips, "Who knows whether they were involved in the Kaping incident before."

"Recently, those factories fired a lot of female workers without giving them any compensation."

"Moreover, many people who work in their factories are sick. The Kingdom's Air Pollution Investigation Committee said that the dust index in the eastern district has exceeded the safe limit and needs to be adjusted. But these people who are obsessed with making money don't care at all..."

The hourly bell suddenly echoed in the sky above Backlund.

"Oh! It's time to go to work." Molly quickly stopped talking, resumed her neat movements, and sorted and stacked the pile of documents and papers on her hand.

"Also, Lawyer Edmond told you that the information he obtained from the police station has been put into the case file storage room. You can write the application for the investigation order during the meeting this morning. Go straight to the storage room from here.

that is."

"OK, thanks."

Yager nodded, took breakfast, and asked casually: "By the way, do we also have relevant information about the Atmospheric Committee and the factory you just mentioned?"
Chapter completed!