Prince Heinrich

Three days had passed since the two major cases had broken out in the City of Knowledge, Leipzig.

When Fien Heinrich von Leipzig finally returned by carriage to his most loyal City of Knowledge, Leipzig, he went straight to his residence.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance, the butler, who had been notified in advance, was already waiting there.

Seeing the old butler's hesitant expression, the Earl Leipzig guessed most of what had happened.

If nothing unexpected has happened, someone should be waiting for him at home.

"Who?"

The Earl Leipzig did not stop walking. Instead, he took off his light coat and handed it to the old butler as he asked.

"General Karl..."

The old butler hurried after Leipzig, clutching the coat he had removed, and added, "In your study."

"Did you stop him from going through my things?"

The Earl Leipzig asked instinctively, but immediately waved his hand. "Forget it. It doesn't matter... You have nothing else to do here."

Anyway, if that old bastard Karl wanted to look through his letters, these people couldn't stop him.

The Earl Leipzig thought.

When he opened the door, he saw that familiar figure—

An old man with snow-white hair stood ramrod straight before his collection shelves. He wore a double-breasted military-style long coat, and held his cane planted before him like a longsword.

Seeing this, the Earl Leipzig unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

His scarlet pupils narrowed slightly. He casually combed his golden hair back with one hand, and a familiar amiable smile spread across his face. It made him look less like an earl or a prince and more like a mild-mannered middle-school teacher who would never lose his temper no matter how much people joked around with him.

"Long time no see, General... How