Chapter 302 Warehouse

It can be seen from the packaging of these gifts that most of the things inside are very expensive, and the packaging alone gives off a luxurious atmosphere.

It's just that the packaging is a little too intact and looks like it hasn't been opened at all.

Most likely, they were put here together immediately after receiving them, and then they were forgotten by Amisha.

Amisha naturally doesn't care about these gifts, because most of them are given by people with whom she has no contact.

She only pays more attention to the gifts given by friends. As long as they are given by familiar friends, Amisha will open and put them away personally.

The gifts piled in the warehouse are more of a business entertainment thing. Amisha doesn't like such gifts.

She felt that such a gift was too vulgar, too worldly, and had no friendship in it.

So such gifts were placed in the warehouse.

Although the things inside were relatively expensive, since they were Miss Amisha’s birthday gifts, she kept them there without saying a word and no one else dared to touch them.

After letting it go, Amisha herself forgot about it.

"Amisha, do you know which gift is a wood carving?" Although Herage didn't hold out much hope, he still tried to ask.

Amisha glanced at the pile of gifts on the ground and said with some embarrassment: "I...I don't know either.

Herage smiled, it seemed that Amisha really couldn't be counted on.

Since Amisha doesn't know, Blanc and the servant probably don't know either, so they can only look for it themselves.

Although Herage thought there was no need to search, he still had to do some superficial work.

"Miss Amisha, do you mind if I use magic induction to check where the wood carvings are?" Herage turned around and asked.

These gifts are all Amisha's personal belongings. To use magic induction to detect them, you must first seek the owner's permission to show respect.

"Of course, you can take them all with you," Amisha said.

Herage smiled and said: "There is no need to take it away, you just need to see where the wood carving is. Since Miss Amisha agrees, I will check it out."

After he finished speaking, the magic power flowed through his body, and a wave of magic power reverberated.

In Herage's senses, the situation inside the pile of gifts in front of him was clearly perceived.

Exquisite rag dolls, precious gem necklaces, corals from the sea...

Herage looked at it and saw that the types of these gifts were really diverse.

Most of them are very expensive, and some are not very expensive, but are quite special.

It was obvious that the person who gave the gift was thoughtful, but it was a pity that Amisha never opened it and looked at it.

Herage looked at all the gifts in front of him and found no wooden carvings.

He had actually expected it, but couldn't say it out loud.

Herage turned back and frowned: "I didn't find any wooden sculptures. Miss Amisha, are you sure all the gifts are here?"

"They should all be there. I didn't pay attention. No one should dare to touch my things." Amisha said with some uncertainty.

Blanc heard something from Herage's words, glanced at Muse, and asked: "Muse, you are responsible for the gifts, right?"

Muse glanced at Blanc, lowered his head and said, "Yes, Mr. Butler."

"Are you sure that all the birthday gifts last year are here?" Blanc asked with sharp eyes.

Muse's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained calm as she replied: "Housekeeper, last year after Miss picked a few to take away, I put all the gifts here. Until now, no one has come I remember it clearly."

Herage did not speak, but walked to Muse and said: "Look at me."

Muse clenched his fists and seemed a little nervous. He looked up at Herrag, his eyes evasive: "What are your orders, sir?"

"Let me ask you, did you steal Miss Amisha's birthday gift?" Herage asked.

"No, absolutely not. Stealing the lady's birthday gift is a capital crime, how could I possibly do it!" Muse quickly shook his head and denied it.

"You're lying," Herage said expressionlessly.

Muse's eyes widened: "I didn't! I didn't lie! You are slandering me!"

Herague smiled and said: "I am the official wizard of Thranduil. Why would I slander you as a servant?"

Amisha stared at Muse closely and asked, "Did you take my things?"

Amisha believed what Herage said. It was impossible for Herage to slander one of his servants for nothing.

Since Herage dared to say this, it meant that he must have seen something.

Muse is the servant responsible for the management of the warehouse. If he wants to steal his birthday gift, it will be difficult for others to find out.

Because it is like this every year, most of her birthday gifts are piled in the warehouse, and she doesn't care about them.

Even if there are a few missing, no one will know at all.

If the muse is hidden, it will be difficult to detect.

"I didn't, miss, I really didn't, how dare I." Muse defended.

Herague said: "It's okay, just check it out and you'll find out. Mr. Blanc, where does the muse usually live?"

Blanc glanced at Muse and replied: "Living in the servants' quarters on the west side, Muse lives alone in a room."

"Understood, go to his room and have a look." Herage said.

Muse's heartbeat accelerated instantly, but he said nothing, as if he was still taking a chance.

Blanc put his hand on Muse's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Let's go to your place and take a look. If there is really nothing, Mr. Helag will not wrongly accuse you."

Muse nodded silently, with some sweat on her forehead.

The servants' residential area of ​​the Mori family is actually well built. They are all three-story buildings, but the rooms are densely packed inside.

Most people have one room per person, and occasionally some larger rooms are occupied by two or three people.

Several people came to Muse's room, opened the door, and saw the narrow room inside.

Helag walked in first, looked around, and did not see the existence of the wood carving at first.

He thought about it, and a wave of magic power came from his body, and another magic sensing spell expanded.

It is actually better to use deep blue environmental detection, but in front of the people behind him, it is more appropriate to use magic sensing.

After Helag checked the house with magic sensing, he looked at the location of the wardrobe.

As he looked at the wardrobe, Muse clenched his fists involuntarily.

Herag walked straight to the closet and opened the door with a sharp creaking sound.

He put the pile of clothes aside and knocked on the wooden board at the bottom, which echoed empty.

Herag placed two fingers on it and pressed hard, and the board broke instantly, revealing a wooden rose.