Chapter 189

After hearing this, Orson nodded.

"This is a good thing. The loss of one and the gain of the other proves that your majesty no longer trusts the prince. Your majesty thinks that you, the princess, can also compete for the throne, so you do this."

"Besides, judging from the distributed power, maybe His Majesty will trust you more, right?"

"Yeah." Elsa nodded matter-of-factly. "The imperial brother has had so many problems. Although many of them are not his fault, they must have had an impact on his status in the heart of his father. In this way, the next issue of inheritance will become even more complicated and confusing."

At this time, Orson suddenly thought of a doubt, and then asked: "By the way, Her Royal Highness, do you think your Majesty chose to delegate power at this time? After the assassination, what he should do more is to strengthen his power and avoid It’s only right that the incident of attacking him happened again. Why would he choose to do this... Could there be some other reasons..."

Elsa also shook her head when she heard Orson ask this.

"To be honest, I don't know about this matter. I only know that my father definitely has his reasons for doing this... Maybe he wants to truly create a fair competition environment for us brother and sister."

"He also said that he would take back the power of one of the parties later."

"Power can't be taken back just by taking it back." Hearing Elsa say this, Orson smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"His Majesty, the founding emperor, enfeoffed five duchies. The power of these five duchies was granted by him, but was he later withdrawn?"

"Not really?"

What Odysseus was thinking might not be that simple.

But now Orson can't figure out the specific reasons that would make Odysseus give up the governance rights of the royal domain to his children.

Because this matter will inevitably evolve into a conflict between the two parties in the end, even if it turns into a massive war, it is not impossible.

Perhaps only Odysseus, who gave the order, knew what he was thinking in his heart.

…

At night, Sherlock, who was living in the hotel, was awakened by the movement at the door of her room. She opened the door and saw the front desk clerk standing at the door with a letter in his hand.

"Miss Sherlock, this is your letter."

"Okay." Sherlock nodded, took the letter, and then opened it.

The moment she saw the sender's name, she was stunned for a moment.

Then I read the contents of the letter carefully.

"Dear Miss Charlotte, you are well.

My name is Orson. I have briefly cooperated with you at Orchid Tavern before. I believe you still remember me.

I am a very good person now, and my safety is guaranteed in the palace, but at the same time, my movements are also restricted and I cannot carry out my own investigation.

I have thought about it for a long time these days, and finally decided to tell you what I know so far. I hope you can continue the investigation with my wishes, get to the bottom of this matter as soon as possible, and make everyone in the world innocent.

What follows is the information I have collected so far. I hope it can be helpful to you. Regarding some uncertain information, I will leave notes later..."

The letter was written on two pieces of paper, filled with the intelligence and reasoning collected by Orson. Sherlock read it for a whole night before he finally figured out some ideas for solving the case.

"The nobles are really troublesome." Sherlock sighed with emotion when he thought of Orson being "under house arrest" in the palace.

I was almost detained in the police station before. It was indeed safe there, but once I gave up investigating the case for my own safety, I lost touch with my ideals.

As a commoner, she naturally wouldn't pay special attention to him, but with Orson's identity, it could be said that she couldn't help it.

"In that case, let me fulfill your wish on your behalf." Sherlock said this, firmly determined to solve the case as soon as possible.

Then, she took off her hat from the clothes rack, put it on her head, and started to collect information at the location predicted by Orson.

Chapter 100: Sherlock in Action

This morning, in an inconspicuous street in the lower city of Saint Laurent.

A girl wearing a trench coat and a brown hat was walking on the street. She walked to the door of a pub. She stopped and looked at it for a while, then took out the note in her pocket. After confirming it, she pushed open the door of the pub. door.

At this moment, apart from the drunken drunkard on the table, the only person in the tavern was the waiter on duty in the morning.

Seeing the girl come in, the waiter frowned.

"Sorry, madam, our business hours are from four o'clock in the afternoon. We are closed now. These customers are all from last night..."

"I know, I'm here to find someone." Sherlock said, and came to the bar. Looking at the surprised waiter, she asked:

"Excuse me, did you admit it before?

Know a guy named Mudrick? "

"Uh... why did you mention him? I remember that he was not a suspect in the previous demon case in Saint Laurent City..."

"Well, we have received information that Mudrick liked to drink at your pub the most during his lifetime. It should be right, right?"

The waiter heard this, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"If you say so, then it is true that Mudrick and his Iron Wolf mercenary group are important contributors to our tavern's accounts. After their incident, we did lose a lot of income here, but this is also a good thing. Because they made trouble here before and drove away many customers. After they stopped coming, the customers gradually became willing to come back. "

"In this case, let me ask again, do you know that before the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group incident, Mudrick often chatted here with people outside the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group?"

"This...even a staff member like me doesn't know this. How do you know this, young lady?"

The waiter looked at Sherlock in surprise, then stared at him, hoping that he could give him a reasonable explanation.

"Of course it's because of this."

Sherlock looked at the waiter's expression, smiled, and then took out a ring from his arms.

"Mudrick has a habit of saving communication letters. This is the information we found in his storage ring. He often receives letters from the same person, and that person invited him to meet here."

"So, do you understand why I'm here?"

With that said, Sherlock looked at the waiter seriously.

"I'm here to investigate a previous unsolved case. This unsolved case also involves the assassinations of His Majesty the Emperor and the Duke of Orleans. You should know the seriousness of it."

When Sherlock said this, the waiter immediately panicked.

How had he ever seen such a huge battle? The other party actually moved His Majesty the Emperor out.

"I...I really don't know...Although I have worked here for a long time and know many customers, I still know what I should do and what I shouldn't do. Mudrick comes alone every time. I didn't dare to disturb him at all times, just because he wanted to discuss business with someone, and that person... I really didn't know who it was, I just knew that the other person wouldn't tell me about him every time he came. name……"

"So... what about the physical characteristics? Do you remember them?"

"I don't know..." The waiter shook his head.

The conversation between the two people seemed very noisy in the now quiet tavern, and several sleeping drinkers opened their eyes in a daze.

When one of them heard the conversation between the two, he walked up as if his drunkenness had not dissipated.

Sherlock smelled the smell of alcohol from far away. She pinched her nose, frowned, and then took two steps to the side.

The person who came was a drunkard with an unkempt beard and messy hair. He looked to be in his late forties. This kind of middle-aged drunkard should be someone who spends all day getting drunk here after losing his job.

"I just heard you talking about Mudric?" The drunk man burped, and another wave of alcohol smell appeared in front of the two of them, making both Sherlock and the waiter frown.

"Yes, do you have information?"

Although Sherlock was unhappy with the drunkard, he seemed to know something from his reaction, so he did not drive him away directly.

"Hehe, hehe, I am nicknamed "Tavern Shunfeng Er". There is nothing in this tavern that I don't know about. I also know a little bit about the person you want to know who often talks to Mudrick alone. , how about it, do you want to buy some information from me? "

The drunk man said this and made a gesture of money with his hand, indicating that Sherlock should use the money to buy information.

Of course Sherlock knew what the other party was thinking, so he asked:

"How much do you want?"

"Hey, talking about money is so tacky. What I value is loyalty." Then, he came to Sherlock and whispered:

"Just tell me who asked you to come."

"Is it important who asked me to come?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then mentioned a force.

"Royalty."

"Royal family? Oh, then this young lady looks like you have a good background. Since you said so, it doesn't matter if I... tell you..."

"Hiccup~"

He burped again, and then recounted all the information he knew.

…

After getting the information he wanted, Sherlock immediately set off for the next location.

Lodi, who was working for Giovanni, Duke of Naples, was not the one who provided Mudrick with the demonic potion, and according to the drunkard's description, the person who often came into contact with Mudric in that tavern was not Lodi either. It's someone else.

"Oh, the detective is so busy." Sherlock lamented his current situation on the road, and then came to an underground casino.

This casino was acquired by Alsace from Orson at a low price not long ago. It has been transferred to Orchid Tavern in the middle. In terms of personnel, except for a few core members who have been replaced, it is basically the same as before. .

It is precisely because of this that others can have room to operate from it.

It was in this casino that the emblem of the Orleans family was found, so there is definitely something wrong here.

Unfortunately, it is not so easy for Sherlock to get in this time.

"Sorry, we are currently undergoing renovations here and cannot enter at the moment."

As soon as Sherlock arrived at the door, he was stopped by the guard standing at the door.

"Even if I am ordered to search for evidence?"

"No, and royal commissioners have already searched for evidence three times before. There is nothing left to find here."

"Well... you've been on duty for so long and it's hard work. This little money is my gift..."

"Sorry, you can't get in even if you pay." The guard righteously rejected Sherlock's bribe.

"..." Sherlock pursed his lips, and seeing that the other party was unmoved, he could only turn around and leave.

Chapter 101: Milton

So she left?

Obviously impossible!

Sherlock was able to become a detective and become famous, not only relying on his brain, but also his martial arts.

When talking to Orson, she had already confessed her strength.

A fifth-level magician.

In fact, she still hid her true strength at that time.

In fact, her strength is sixth-level.

It's no problem for a sixth-level magician to sneak in here.

After the guard drove Sherlock away, he also relaxed his vigilance.

After all, at this time, no one would run here without a long eye. What's the point of playing with a few silver coins every month? He will definitely slack off if he can.

Then, in a place he didn't notice, a door was quietly opened, and Sherlock slipped in quietly.

In the past, when Sherlock was investigating cases in other places, he would also be obstructed in various ways. She had actually encountered situations like today more than once. In this case, if she couldn't get in, she could only use some unconventional means.

Because it was closed for rectification, there were not many people here except for the occasional cleaning staff passing by, so no one noticed that Sherlock sneaked in.

The drunkard in the morning gave Sherlock a piece of information.

The drunkard often went in and out of gray places such as pubs and casinos, so he often saw the person who met Mudrick in this casino.

The other party seemed to be a manager in the casino, or a well-known guest. Every time he came here, he went to the VIP box. Because there was always someone protecting him, he was the most conspicuous, so the drunkard had a good impression of him.

In short, as long as he could find the register in the casino, he would be able to lock the suspect's information.

Thinking of this, Sherlock quietly came to the front desk and began to search under the counter.

At this moment, she heard footsteps coming from afar.

She quickly stopped what she was doing and then huddled under the counter.

Fortunately, the other party only stopped in front of the counter, as if waiting for someone.

Not long after, another pair of footsteps was heard, also stopping in front of the counter.

Just as Sherlock looked at the two pairs of feet through the gap under the counter, wondering if the other party had discovered that he was about to attack him, one of them spoke.

"Has the information been passed down from above? How long will it take for us to open the business?"