In the evening, the setting sun covered the surrounding white clouds with colorful coats. Mir was sitting on a chair on the second floor, drinking and observing and admiring them through the clean windows.

A new day is about to pass, and the sun is still doing its duty, using its remaining heat to bring the last bit of warmth to the world. Mill is also thinking about this problem.

Living in a strange world, Mir believes that the sun is more reliable than others, especially Alina.

He seemed to be at a certain position where the sun was staying, and he saw Ian smiling at him. He saw Ian's white teeth and the dark skin on his body. Under the influence of the wine, Mil seemed to have returned to the morning.

In the state of riding a carriage, at this moment, his head was feeling dizzy.

Suddenly, five strange men broke into Mir's house. They were dressed in casual clothes and shouted in the living room that they wanted to see Mir.

Since the room was extremely dark, they could not find Mir's figure. Before going upstairs, the leading white man ordered the four men behind him to guard the door of Mir's room.

The white man saw Mir who was very drunk on the second floor. He was very angry. He was angry that Mir had let himself down and was as drunk as a puddle of mud. From the time he knew Mir until now, he had never seen Mir drunk like this.

The white man tried the method that Mill had used to sober up. He asked four people to find a basin of water each, and carried Mill to the living room, where he lit the oil lamp.

When Mir woke up, he didn't know how to face the white man in front of him, and he was still timid in his heart - he failed to protect Ian.

Mir wanted to write to him in the afternoon, but timidity gave rise to another thought in Mir's mind, which was cowardice.

Mir kept his head lowered. He did not dare to look directly at the sharp eyes of the white people. He was immersed in pessimism and despair.

The white man took out a piece of paper from his pocket and said: "This is a letter. It is a letter from within the New Orleans Police Department. It was sent to me personally by Detective Louis Chris."

Mill was silent. It was obvious that white people understood everything that happened in New Orleans, including Ian's death.

While speaking, the white man's hand kept hanging in the air. He expected Mir to take the envelope immediately. Then he put the letter on the table and pushed it in front of Mir.

"Mill, listen, I cannot accept such a ridiculous conclusion. The French Police Department is simply stupid and a bunch of bastards. Now, whether it is Louisiana or New Orleans, it has been taken over by the federal government. They should not interfere.

"

Mill listened to Amos Stoddard's mockery and abuse of the French police department. He finally raised his head and wanted to read the contents of the letter. What conclusion made Ian's father lose his temper in front of Mill?

In a state of mind.

Mill read the contents of the letter. The conclusion written by Detective Chris was very brief, especially the conclusion, which surprised Mill.

"What? Oh my god! Is Ian's death caused by ghosts? They're just in a daze."

"Could it be that they couldn't figure out who the murderer was, and instead blamed the real criminal on the ghost?" Mir said in surprise as he looked at Detective Chris's handwriting.

Mill thought this letter was far more ridiculous than the newspaper canonized by Andre Masséna. Although Mill thought so mentally, when he passed by the New Orleans Hotel today, he felt that the strong wind seemed a little abnormal.

He decided to go to the New Orleans Hotel in person tomorrow to look for clues. With his special abilities, he would be able to find clues to the murderer.

"Dear child, I heard about the canonization of Andre Massena. I feel sad for you. The future Princess Massena will leave you. You have to cheer up. Beautiful girls are everywhere in New Orleans.

yes."

Amos patted Mir on the shoulder and said: "Your girlfriend, she will soon become a French noble. You even know more about nobles than I do."

Mir stood up, bowed deeply towards Amos, expressed his sincere apology, and said: "Yes, Uncle Amos, thank you for your enlightenment and comfort, and I feel very sorry for Ian's death.

Feel sorry."

"Child, please don't blame yourself. For Ian Stoddard, is this an accident, someone else's revenge on him, or something that has been planned for a long time? I don't have any evidence and can't speculate or suspect.

,You know, I have many enemies,"

Amos helped Mir who was about to kneel down. He knew very well that Ian's life was given by Mir for Ian's accident ten years ago. Otherwise, Ian would have gone to see God long ago.

Amos asked Mir to sit next to him and said: "I have rejected Inspector Chris's letter. I do not accept his conclusion. They may have to send several criminal investigation police officers from France to continue looking for clues to the murderer."

, I don’t trust them, I only trust you.”

"Thank you, Uncle Amos, for trusting me." Under Stoddard's guidance, Mil's mood gradually broke away from the sadness and anger. He seemed to be able to feel Amos in the dim light.

His kind smile is more like his father's appearance when he was a child.

Mir asked questioningly: "Detective detectives? They are more like detectives."

"What? Detective? This is a new word. We use the title of detective and leave it to you to lead the team."

Amos must find something for Mir to do. He must not let Alice take him to France. Since Mir was able to save many people from the fire, it shows that he has the potential to be a savior. Ian's death requires his help.

Only then can the soul be comforted.

"You have to remember, kid, losing is not necessarily a bad thing. There will be better surprises waiting for you."

As soon as Amos finished saying this, Alina and her mother entered the house. They were almost frightened by four powerful strangers. They were not relieved until they saw Amos Stoddard. They were worried

Mir was implicated in other murders.

Mir came to the opposite side of Alina and future mother-in-law Mary, bowed, showed respect, and said: "Future Princess Massena, future Princess Rosalie, good evening."

The mother and daughter looked panicked. They looked directly at Amos. The news of Andre's canonization could only be obtained from Amos. It must have been Amos who told Mir these things.

"Mir, since you already know about my father's canonization, I hope you will follow us back to France tonight." Alina's psychology was extremely complex, and she was not sure whether Mir would leave New Orleans with them.

"What? Leaving tonight?"

What Mir didn't expect was that they would leave tonight, leaving here and returning to their hometown in France to follow in the footsteps of her father Andre.

"Go! Let them go! Mir!"

"Let them leave my territory quickly! Mir!"

"Let them enjoy the treatment they deserve as a Marshal of the French Empire!"

When Amos saw Mir's eyes intertwined with Alina's, about to kiss passionately, he shouted in annoyance.


Chapter completed!