When Elizabeth heard this, she looked at the stack of photos in Edie's hand and asked, "Why are you only allowed to send this photo?"

"Here, look, I risked my life to secretly photograph them giving medicine to the horse, and even found an old man from the East who claimed to be an earthly immortal to perform some incomprehensible behavior around the white horse. But the day before yesterday, our newspaper office collected

When a package arrived, I opened it and saw the head of the white racehorse, which was bloody and frightened many people."

Immortal? Is what Mr. Detective said true? The incomprehensible ritual is probably the legendary fairy ritual that corresponds to magic.

Before Edie agreed, Elizabeth took the photo in his hand and looked at it.

On top are several people in white coats feeding the racehorses an herb with strange-looking leaves. Next, there is a man who looks like a veterinarian holding a special stethoscope and observing the racehorses.

The so-called immortal in the last photo is different from what I imagined. The immortal in the photo looks more like a legendary demon. A huge bull-head mask is placed on his head, and he is wearing an embroidered robe with a pattern of a python with claws.

He holds a piece of paper in his left hand and a long sword in his right hand.

"Easy, sir, you're hurting me." Edie complained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you sure this is the fairy?" Elizabeth asked, pointing to the last photo.

"Yes, they said that. Because I was too close to eavesdrop on this so-called immortal's conversation, I was discovered, and then they chased me out."

"Okay, will you still report on the manipulation of horse racing?"

"We dare not. Firstly, the other party has already killed the horse, and we have no evidence. Secondly, with such bloody threats coming to our door, the editor can only change the news about manipulation of horse racing betting to the content about the unfortunate death of the King of Horse Racing.

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"Then why are you so depressed? Aren't you already safe?" Elizabeth asked.

"Five pence, they offered me so much for a valuable photo. Look, only one of the eleven photos I risked my life to take is valuable. Didn't I lose blood?" Edie complained.

"The value is calculated by whether it can be published in the newspaper. I think the remaining ten photos of yours are very valuable. Here, I bought the five shilling notes." Elizabeth proudly put all ten photos into her pocket and took them.

Hand out a five shilling note.

"Here, Master, you have saved my life, it's not easy to take your money again." Edie was about to refuse the five shillings.

"It's two different things. It's one thing that our young master saved your life. Now buying your work with money is an affirmation of the artistic value of your photojournalism," Taylor helped persuade.

"This is not easy. Five shillings is a lot. What's the value of buying ten photos that can't be published?" Edie continued, he still didn't want to take the money.

"If it's okay, just take it. Five pounds is about the same as five pounds to me."

Elizabeth is not lying. As a member of the royal family, she can receive tens of thousands of pounds in funding every year. In addition, the property from her mother's dowry will be given to her in the future, and the annual dividend income will be over one hundred thousand pounds.

What she didn't know was that many tabloids ranked her as the undisputed champion of the richest unmarried women in the kingdom.

"My dear young master, are you welcome?" Edie took the five shilling note in front of him. This was a rare high commission for him.

"Take it. By the way, the mafia is so violent, haven't you thought about calling the police? What happened to the police in the follow-up last week?" Elizabeth asked.

"It's useless to call the police. Not to mention that the mafia controls a large enough power, and publicly donates tens of thousands of pounds in political donations to various parties every year. Just say that the votes of the hundreds of thousands of immigrants from the Kingdom of Canli in the Eastern District are enough to send three

Four gentlemen have entered the City Council."

Another question. There is a meeting of the Classical Literature Society this week. I would like to ask Mr. Detective, please take this photo of an Eastern Immortal and ask him to identify it. If it is really an Immortal, there will be more paths to transcendence.

"Okay, that's all we want to know. If there's anything else I want to know about in the future, can I keep looking for you?"

"It's not a big problem, but I'm not here every day. Sometimes I follow regular journalists to learn interviewing experience."

"That's okay, you can write to me if you have any news." Elizabeth suddenly remembered that she must not leave the address of Notre Dame Palace, so that the secrets of her royal family members would not be kept.

"Just write to my home. I'll leave the address to you." At this time, Taylor Russell saw Elizabeth's dilemma and took the initiative to speak out.

"Okay, then I'll go back first."

"Okay, get the address."

After waiting for Edie to go away, Elizabeth asked: "Isn't it the address of Prime Minister Russell's home that you leaked?"

"No, I'm not stupid enough to leave him the address of the Prime Minister's official residence. What I left is my father's old residence. He comes back to the capital to stay for a few days every year, mainly to visit my mother's grave."

"Is Mr. Arthur still unwilling to return to the capital? With his knowledge and academic achievements, he is more than enough to serve as the minister of justice in the cabinet."

"No, but the old man who wrote me is in a good mood in the past few months. It seems that he has found a disciple to inherit his mantle. He is the policeman in the "Eggsberg Zeitung" I showed you in the previous cultural salons."

"That's okay, let's go back."

"As you wish, Your Highness."

On the way back, Coldstream No. 5 insisted on taking a hired carriage. It seemed that he also heard the discussion of the group of people on the train and thought that the influence on the princess was not good enough.

It is at the junction of the Platon district to the north of Eggsburg and the Gonia district to the east. After Hilton got his certificate, he was very satisfied with the speed of the certificate processing.

Then today I found the Eggsburg Housing Agency and started looking for a house for myself. This was the method told by the arms boss disguised as a souvenir shop.

"Sir, if you don't want to live in a hotel every day, you can rent an apartment. I think if you need proof of identity, you must be staying for a long time."

"Yes, do you have a house recommendation?"

"I don't have one here, but sir, you can find the Eggsburg House Leasing Company, which is a welfare company run by the city government. The agency fee is 10% of the first month's rent."

Hilton recalled his boss's words and stood in front of the three-story office building.

Pushing open the rare door made of pure glass, Hilton walked into the lobby of the rental company.

There are five windows in total, including low-rent housing, public rental housing, townhouses, single-family houses, and finally a VIP rental business. After Hilton asked for a visitor registration form at the information desk, he asked the front desk lady.

"I can understand the first four items. What kind of services does this VIP rental business provide?"

The lady at the front desk smiled and said: "Sir, this is your first time renting a house in Eggsburg. Your accent doesn't sound like a local. This VIP business is specially designed for newly minted nobles or those who want to change to a large enough mansion after becoming rich overseas, but suddenly they want to rent a house."

If you are not sure whether you like the business provided, you can rent it and try it out for a few months.”
Chapter completed!