Just as Gilan and Dadeier walked out of the lawn, they planned to go down the steps and take a taxi to leave.
At this time, Dadeier suddenly stopped.
Gilan followed her gaze and saw that not far in front of the two of them, stood a young man in his twenties and seventies wearing an imperial gray-black military uniform. He was crossing his arms and looking up at the tall Führer Statue with a solemn expression.
"It's my brother."
Dadeier explain in a low voice.
Gilan raised his eyebrows.
It turns out to be the eldest son of the Taylor Count Family...
Soon, the young soldier seemed to feel the gazes of the two men and turned to look. He was startled at first, then frowned and strode closer.
Gilan caught a glimpse of the black epaulette on this person's shoulder.
White lines "X", add an "I".
'The rank of Imperial Second Lieutenant...'
Gilan said secretly.
"Dadeier, why are you here?" The young man looked at the two of them. "Are you dating?"
"I just came to see Führer Statue and chat with Mr. Gilan."
Dadeier smiled.
"Mr. Gilan..."
The young man was stunned, as if he had thought of something, and his originally wary gaze instantly turned into curiosity and interest.
"You are the youngest staff master? Fahan Family's illegitimate son? I heard that you are also Prohibition Bureau's 'senior Prohibition Agent'. Recently, many bootleggers have been arrested at South Muse..."
"Brother!" Dadeier reminded him with a slight frown on his pretty eyebrows.
"Ah, sorry, I'm rude."
The young man smiled and solemnly extended his hand.
"Murdock Taylor, nice to meet you, Mr. Gilan."
"Gilan·Iros."
Gilan shook his hand and said calmly.
Murdock looked at him with admiration and praised:
"I have read your reports and heard some rumors about you from others. When I met you today, you are indeed well-deserved... very good. I very much approve of your relationship with Dadeier."
"Brother, Mr. Gilan and I are just ordinary friends."
Dadeier rolled his eyes at him.
The young man shrugged.
"What does this have to do with it? Take your time. If we can get married, I will be the first to express my approval... I don't know what kind of people are in your circle. Even if you look at the entire capital, it is difficult to find a peer as outstanding as him."
"The more I talk, the more enthusiastic I become."
Miss Dadeier said helplessly.
She gently pulled Gilan's cuff and said to her brother:
"We have other things to do, so we won't chat with you."
"Go, go..."
The young man smiled happily.
"I happen to have a mission, and I want to find Master Grek. Propaganda Department has higher requirements for Führer Statue's facial sculpture, saying that it must highlight the majesty of the head of state, and I agree with this."
"You agree with everything."
Miss Dadeier shook her head and pulled Gilan to leave.
"Goodbye, Second Lieutenant Murdock."
Gilan took off his hat and saluted the other party, and then left with Dadeier.
After the two of them walked some distance away, Gilan looked back again.
He noticed that the young soldier had arrived at the feet of Führer Statue and was talking to a middle-aged man wearing glasses.
The middle-aged man was wearing work clothes, with gray hair, a soft face, and a smile all the time. He must be the famous sculptor responsible for Führer Statue's facial sculpture, Grek Archer.
However, Gilan's eyes suddenly froze.
Because he tried to turn on his spiritual vision and took a glance, but found that the outline of the middle-aged man's body was actually exuding a bright blue color.
Its spirituality has been dyed for the second time, and it also has Kingdom Brand!
'Level 2 Spirit Mystic...'
Gilan couldn't help but secretly say.
At this time, he noticed that Master Grek seemed to be aware of his sight, and actually looked over here and looked at him.
Gilan's eyes froze and he withdrew his gaze.
"What's wrong?" Miss Dadeier asked in confusion.
"Nothing." Gilan shook his head. "Let's go."
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The two quickly took a taxi on the side of the road and shared the ride to Umber Street, North Muse.
Dadeier seemed to be well prepared and headed straight for the destination.
Brady Abbott, son of member of the House of Commons Caius Abbott, is quietly opening a wine shop at "Warhorse Inn" in Umber Street.
On the way, Gilan asked casually:
"Miss Dadeier, why don't you see Miss Jenna today?"
"Jenna has suddenly become very busy recently, and I can't even contact her."
Dadeier shook his head and said.
Gilan hummed and said nothing more.
He knew in his heart that it must be the death of the four "black-collar deacons" that alerted this "Miss Rabbit" and scared her into hiding.
'Oh, don't let me catch you...'
Gilan sneered secretly.
After driving for nearly an hour, the taxi drove into Umber Street near noon. When passing "Silver Lizard Club", Gilan took a special look.
I saw that the door of the club was closed, and two white seals were drawn on the porch.
With his eyesight, Gilan even saw the small words on the seal clearly. "'No tearing, no entry.'--Empire Balance Department."
'After Loben Fasol's death, has this place been officially banned...'
Gilan said secretly.
This made him more certain that White Sage or "Midnight Rose" definitely had great energy in the center of imperial power.
Otherwise, the action would not be so fast.
Not long after.
"Sir, Miss, 'Warhorse Inn' has arrived."
The carriage stopped in front of a high-end hotel. The coachman turned back and said respectfully.
Miss Dadeier was about to pay, but Gilan had already handed the silver foil banknotes to the driver as a gentleman.
"Thank you."
Dadeier glanced at him with a smile, and then took the initiative to extend his hand. Gilan naturally took her little hand and helped her out of the carriage.
When the two of them walked to the door of the hotel, Miss Dadeier looked around and let out a light sigh.
"We clearly agreed to meet downstairs, why aren't they here?"
Just at this moment, there was a commotion in the hotel.
There were screams from women and scoldings from men, accompanied by quarrels and curses.
"Go and have a look first." Gilan said softly and took a step forward.
Dadeier nodded and quickly followed.
As soon as the two of them walked into the hotel lobby, they saw a brown-haired young man in a suit pushing several aristocratic ladies. His face was filled with impatience and a bit of drunkenness.
Several hotel maids in uniforms were trying to persuade him nervously, but they raised their hands and did not dare to approach. The two security guards were at a loss and were in a dilemma.
"Balaz! Let us pass!"
An aristocratic lady with long gray curly hair said to the young man with an angry face. She held up the hem of her skirt with both hands and tried to rush through, but was stopped by the other party's hand.
"Don't think we don't know, Aruka is up there! What on earth do you and Brady want to do?!"
"Believe it or not, I will report this matter to the supervision department!"
"It's up to you!" A young man named Balaz chuckled. "Does the supervision department still care about young people's love affairs? How funny!"
Several noble ladies were anxious and angry, but there was nothing they could do.
The hotel's waiters and security guards didn't dare to interfere at all. Both parties were young people from powerful and dignitary families, and it was hard to offend anyone.
"That guy is one of the few best friends of Brady, but he is not a good guy. He was arrested for rape before. It was his father who fished him out through connections."
Miss Dadeier frowned and explained to Gilan in a low voice.
"Their fathers are all members of the 'Imperial Lower House' council, so they hang out together..."
"This guy seems to be drinking?"
Gilan said suddenly.
Dadeier was startled, and then she saw that the blond young man beside her had taken out a brown leather notebook from his pocket and strode over.
The two parties, who were arguing endlessly, suddenly discovered that a blond young man had appeared beside them.
Snap!
Under the astonished gazes of everyone, this man grabbed the brown-haired young man by the collar without saying a word. With his stunned expression, he instantly put him down and then knelt down on the ground.
Plop!
"?!"
Everyone was shocked.
"What are you doing?!"
The brown-haired young man put his face to the ground and roared angrily.
Gilan pressed his head and spread the card.
"Congratulations, you were arrested."