The Differences Between People

Bexland, Queen District, within the number 59 Manor. Count Altair was still sleeping soundly in his warm bed, unaware that his actions in the East District had already attracted the attention of official Extraordinarys.

Everything happening outside seemed unrelated to the manor. In the morning, Count Altair slept in as usual. After waking up, he went to the dining room, where the maids had already prepared breakfast.

Count Altair's habit of sleeping in and waking up late was common knowledge among the manor's servants. Even if the police followed clues to their doorstep, no one would suspect Count Altair of being connected to a murderer.

Meanwhile, Count Altair was savoring his lavish breakfast. This morning's meal was his favorite: Dixie Pie.

While it was undeniable that Klein, the "Poor God," was indeed poor, his taste was quite good. The pie crust was baked to a perfect balance of soft and firm. The filling today was marinated beef paired with vegetables, just right. The only downside was the lack of chopsticks. It would have been even better with some pickled radish...

After Count Altair finished his last sip of cream soup, he directly rang the small bell on the table, signaling the end of breakfast and instructing the maids to clean up.

As he stood up, Hahn entered personally with some people. Count Altair asked curiously, "Hahn, is there nothing for you to do today? You're usually out at this time."

Hahn didn't show much emotional reaction to this. He calmly replied as always, "There's no work requiring me to go out today. The factory has already been notified that there are dedicated people managing it."

Hearing this, Count Altair simply nodded slightly in understanding and turned to leave.

Hahn followed behind Count Altair, knowing that if he had something to say, he would lead him directly to the Second Floor Study.

After Hahn closed the study door, he directly asked, "Count Altair, is the outfit you wore yesterday still at home?"

"The East District Police Department specifically investigated the murder case that occurred last night. No results have been announced yet."

"And you mentioned that there were Extraordinarys among the people involved last night. I'm afraid the Church might notice, so I thought it best to dispose of all the clues first."

Perhaps it was because of the successful "assassination" of an Extraordinary yesterday that Count Altair had forgotten that unofficial Extraordinarys were investigated. Moreover, he had openly killed someone on the street.

Once his mind calmed down, Count Altair said directly, "The outfit from last night is still in the washroom. No one else knows about it."

Upon learning the location of the outfit, Hahn left immediately to handle this "dangerous item."

He retrieved the clothes from Count Altair's room and left the manor, only returning around noon.

As for how Hahn disposed of the outfit, Count Altair had no idea.

Count Altair had basically completed most of his noble etiquette courses, which left him with free time during the day.

For the past two days, he had been spending his time in the "Library," borrowing books and studying everything from mechanical design to biotechnology.

Regarding firearms manufacturing, Count Altair planned to use the Kar98k and the MG42. The bullets for both were standard, so there would be no need to design a separate bullet production chain during manufacturing.

Both firearms were already excellent products and didn't require modification; he could use them as they were.

As for the "New Gunpowder," he decided to choose one that was usable. He feared it might be used against him later.

As for another company, he planned to preemptively "intercept" the bicycle.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Enter."

Hearing the door close, Count Altair looked up and saw that it wasn't Hahn who had entered, but the new housekeeper, Freya Quinn. She entered and didn't state her purpose immediately, expecting him to ask?

Since she wasn't speaking, he wouldn't ask either. Count Altair lowered his gaze back to the book in his hand. Honestly, he never imagined that after transmigrating, he would still be studying these things. He used to think that after transmigrating, he would gain abilities and live a carefree life...

When he noticed his teacup was empty, he reached for the teapot to pour himself another cup, only to see Freya Quinn still standing by the desk. He asked in confusion, "Is something the matter?"

Freya Quinn seemed not to have heard him, as if deep in thought.

Count Altair didn't wait for Freya Quinn's reply. He shook the teapot in his hand, found it empty of tea, and got up to leave.

Only after the door closed did Freya Quinn react. She looked around and realized Count Altair had already left.

Since arriving in this world, Count Altair had never gone out during the day. Previously, he had no time and spent every day studying at home.

Now that he had free time, he found it incredibly boring and decided to go out and explore, to experience life in another world.

He went downstairs to find Hahn and arrange for a carriage, explaining that he wanted to go out for a stroll.

Count Altair returned to his room, changed his undergarments, and then rang the bell for Vera and Irene to assist him in changing into clothes suitable for going out. He kept taking clothes handed to him, inwardly complaining more than once about how troublesome the clothes of this era were to wear.

After an hour of preparation, Count Altair finally finished changing. He looked at his reflection in the mirror: leg-of-mutton sleeves, a ruffled hem, a white long dress with lace trim at the chest, a veil hat adorned with blue ribbons and silk flowers, and light-colored sheer gloves on his hands.

Once ready, he led the two young maids out of the manor. As he boarded the carriage, he paused and then said to Hahn, "Freya Quinn might have something she can't handle herself. Go and ask her."

With the task assigned, Count Altair immediately told the coachman to drive away. He drew the carriage curtains, and the two maids curiously asked, "Count Altair, did something happen to Housekeeper Freya?"

Count Altair looked at the two adorable maids and pinched their cheeks, saying, "How would I know? She came in and didn't say a word. When I asked her, she still didn't speak. I could only ask Hahn to handle it."

Hearing this, the two young maids showed worried expressions.

Count Altair saw this. Through their time living together, he understood that Freya Quinn was a rather stubborn person. If she sought him out this time, it meant she was truly unable to handle it herself.

But if she doesn't tell me, I can't help her. I can only notify Hahn to help resolve it. I can't possibly beg her to speak, can I?

Count Altair recognized Hahn's capabilities. He believed that virtually any problem could be solved by him. Perhaps by the time he returned, the issue would already be resolved.

When Count Altair turned to look at the two young maids again, he flicked each of them on the forehead. He said directly, "I've already asked Hahn to handle it, so don't be so dejected. If it affects my good mood today, I'll see how I punish you when we get back."

Hearing Count Altair's threat, the two young maids playfully stuck out their tongues and said, "Count Altair wouldn't punish us for something like this."

"That's right, Count Altair is a good person."