The Story

After saying that, Vivian folded the newspaper in her hand again, stopped worrying about the matter, and started eating breakfast.

When Vivian finished her breakfast and looked up at Altair, she found that Altair was still sulking and hadn't eaten properly. Her cheeks were bulging as she chewed but didn't swallow, making her look like an adorable hamster.

Vivian chuckled twice, then quickly stepped forward to comfort her, "Don't be upset, this isn't really our problem."

"I—" Altair swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, patted his chest, and then said, "I understand that principle."

"Whether those people live or die is none of my business."

I'm not angry about that.

"What infuriates me is, what gives this reporter the right to report like this? Did I pay for their entertainment and tip them, and then expect them to provide bodyguards? It wasn't my instigation or suggestion to publish it in the ' Tussock Newspaper'— "

"Hmm, have you forgotten? Most reporters do this to grab attention, writing false or Distortion stories. If you really don't like this report, you can ask Butler Hahn to handle it," Vivian said casually.

After saying that, she kissed Altair on the cheek and said, "I have to go out today, I'll be back in the evening, don't miss me."

Around noon, Altair was sitting in his study reading a book—well, the second volume of "Stormy Heights" by Miss Salted Fish and Fos.

When Altair received the book this morning, she seriously suspected that this Salted Fish must be short of money, otherwise why would she wait half a year to publish the second volume?

A knock suddenly sounded on the door.

"Come in," Altair said casually.

After receiving permission, the personal maid Irene, slowly pushed open the door, entered the study, stood before the desk, and respectfully said, "Count Altair, three policemen wish to see you."

"Police?" Altair was reading a book, not paying attention to look up, and casually asked, "What do the police want with me?"

Irene had already replied respectfully, "Because of the murder last night."

"Then let Butler Hahn handle it." Having just finished speaking, Altair looked up at his personal maid Irene, and added, "If he's too busy, you can handle it too."

After saying that, Altair lowered his head again and began flipping through his books, no longer thinking about this stupid murder case.

But not long after, Irene knocked on the door again.

After she came in, Altair looked up and complained, "What is it now?"

Irene lowered her head, not daring to look Altair in the eye, and replied, "It's still because of the murder case. Butler Hahn said he needs you to come down in person."

Altair felt a strange sense of wonder. She then got up, closed the book, and Irene, who was standing to the side, quickly stepped forward to help her tidy her clothes.

Upon entering the Reception Hall, Altair found three policemen sitting on the sofa, chatting with the Butler Hahn.

When everyone noticed Altair, they quickly stood up. After she sat down, the middle-aged man with a slightly plump figure and round face, who was standing in the central seat, introduced himself, "Your Excellency Count Sheffield, hello. I am an inspector from the East District Police Department of Bexland, named Kane Winters. You may call me Kane."

Altair nodded and casually said, "Have a seat."

After everyone was seated, Altair asked with suspicion, "I heard that you came here because of yesterday's murder case."

Kane maintained a respectful attitude and replied, "Yes, we received a report around 11 p. m. last night about a major robbery and murder at the O'Neil Inn in Bexland, East District."

"It is regrettable that when we arrived, everyone in the circus was dead; there was no one who survived."

"Have you found out who did it?" Altair asked calmly.

"Hmm~~" Kane looked around with a doubtful expression, as if considering whether to explain the situation.

"Don't worry, my servants won't tell anyone," Altair said coldly.

Inspector Kane sighed before daring to speak, "It's those Highlanders."

As soon as he finished speaking, Inspector Kane, fearing that Altair might not understand what he meant, added, "They are the highlanders from the Hornacis Mountain Range. After arriving in Bexland, most of them join a gang Zimang Party. They are known for their ruthlessness and violence, and are active in the East District and the Dock District, engaging in violence, intelligence gathering, and underground transactions."

After hearing Inspector Kane's explanation, Altair asked curiously, "The case has been solved, so what brings you here?"

Inspector Kane continued, "Although our East District Police Station solved this case very quickly, its impact has not yet been eliminated."

"For example, the Intis ambassador to Bexland, Beckland -Baptiste, was relentless, demanding not only a thorough investigation but also severe punishment for the murderer; he even wanted to hold a reception at the embassy."

"Us----

After saying the word "we," Inspector Kane dared not continue. He glanced at the two people beside him and gestured for them to quickly pick up the conversation.

The young man sitting to Inspector Kane's left, seeing his gesture, said softly, "He would like to invite you to the Path of Sorrow."

Upon hearing this, Altair was speechless, then laughed. As far as she knew, since the founding of the Kingdom of Loen, there had never been a case of nobles begging for mercy from Commoner.

After chuckling twice, Altair said to Inspector Kane, "I think you should understand the significance of this matter."

"Understood." Inspector Kane nodded emphatically, then added, "Actually, this matter isn't completely settled yet."

"After all, it has a significant impact on the nation's image."

"Actually, our main purpose in contacting you today is to ask you to submit a petition seeking the opinion of His King His Majesty George III."

"Who sent you?" Altair asked, changing the subject.

Inspector Kane didn't hesitate to betray the person behind him. "This order can be pursued up to the Deputy Commissioner of Police; as for what goes higher, I'm not sure."

After a quarter of an hour of thought, Altair replied coldly, "I will go and submit my petition in a moment. You may leave."

Just as Inspector Kane stood up, preparing to leave, he tentatively asked, "My Count, do you have any further requests regarding this case?"

"Altair thought for a moment, then asked curiously, 'That reporter from today's morning paper—'"

Before Altair could finish speaking, the officer next to Inspector Kane quickly added, "It was an accident. None of us expected him to walk into the encirclement and be described like that in the reports. Don't worry, he won't be reported on again."