After watching the messenger leave, Klein glanced at the letter in his hand and began to consider the issue of West Balam again.
He believed he had to be prepared for Mr. Azik not to reply for a month, meaning that when early July arrived, he might go to West Balam with only a few military personnel, without the protection of the former " Death Consul," and the shadow of the Rose School of Thought would continue to loom over him.
"Two options. If it's confirmed to be extremely dangerous, then abandon the identity of Dawn Dantès. Otherwise, seriously consider the 'client list' and not include any forces suspected of having any connection with the Rose School of Thought in the contact scope... Hmm, perhaps it's better to pre-set the target and keep the unexpected under control... The intelligence provided by Danitz should come from ' Vice Admiral Iceberg.' There are two native generals among them who seem rather unique... Any other force, no matter what, will always be marked as being closer to Loen, Intis, Feysac, or Feynapotter. Perhaps there are multiple factions within them with different inclinations, achieving a balance. Only they, the annotations do not include foreign countries, and they only have the support of the Spirituality Religion..." Klein read the contents of the letter again from the beginning, vaguely grasping something.
He initially suspected that the two native generals had made contact with the Church of Knowledge. " Vice Admiral Iceberg " Edwina deliberately made no marks on them to highlight their specialness and to tell Gehrman Sparrow that they were potential partners.
In this way, she didn't need to worry about the possibility of information leaking from Danitz, because there was no information to leak, only Psychological Suggestion.
" Mesangyes, Katatmi... The former has the support of the royal family within the Spirituality Religion, and the latter secretly claims to be a descendant of the Death Reaper... Ha, even if it's true, he's a descendant of who knows how many generations ago. If we met Mr. Azik, what would we call him?" Klein chuckled and casually burned the letter.
He then enjoyed a refined afternoon tea in a semi-open room with a large balcony, until the butler Walter, entered and whispered:
"Sir, another police officer has come to the door regarding the Caron suicide case."
The obvious clues in this matter always pointed to Dawn Dantès, so even with Baron Sindras handling the aftermath, the police still had to come and visit from time to time; otherwise, the newspaper reporters would definitely accuse them of dereliction of duty.
As for the attack on Congressman Macht, Dawn Dantès was only a relatively important eyewitness, so he was not disturbed after his statement was taken.
"Please invite them to the living room on the second floor, the one by the garden," Klein said, placing the half-eaten cream sponge cake back on the tray and taking a sip of red tea.
As the master, he didn't need to worry about the afternoon tea being wasted, because the leftovers belonged to the male and female servants. If he always ate everything clean or demanded just the right amount of food, his reputation for stinginess would spread among the servants in the neighborhood and eventually reach the ears of the ladies and gentlemen.
Walter responded with little change in expression:
"They want you to go to the police station because today is the day the Caron family identifies the suspect."
"They said they were sorry, but it was a necessary procedure and couldn't be omitted."
Klein slowly stood up and said:
"I understand, Richardson. Go get my coat, hat, and cane."
Now that he had stepped forward, he was quite willing to observe from an outsider's perspective what had happened to Caron and his family, and how things would turn out for Baron Sindras.
Inside a spacious room at the North Borough Police Station.
Klein saw Caron's family through a glass wall: an old man, an old woman, a lady nearing forty, a boy of fifteen or sixteen, and a girl under ten.
Their gazes swept over the suspects behind the glass wall, finally settling on Dawn Dantès ' face.
"It's him! It's him!" the boy shouted, his eyes turning red, his hands clenching into fists as he tried to rush towards the glass wall.
"It's him, officer, it's him." The woman, only forty years old, suddenly burst into tears, her gaze towards Dawn Dantès filled with hatred and resentment.
The little girl she was holding burst into tears:
"Dad! Give me back my dad!"
The two elderly people wiped away their tears. One tried to remain calm, while the other sobbed so hard she was about to faint. A somber atmosphere immediately filled the air.
However, Klein had never even met them before.
Had memories implanted in them? He frowned slightly, sighing as he pondered what had happened to the Caron family.
Meanwhile, inside the underground morgue of this police station.
Daly Simone picked up a pencil and began to sketch, her body trembling slightly.
Because she was there to help out at the police station and might run into reporters, she didn't wear her usual Spirit Medium robes, but instead wore a black and white checkered policewoman uniform, a top, a skirt, and knee-high leather boots.
At this moment, her palm moved back and forth uncontrollably, and soon objects such as a desk, a bay window, an ink bottle, and a revolver appeared on the surface of the paper.
A figure was reflected in the convex window.
The figure had neatly combed hair, a mix of silver and black, a broad forehead, high cheekbones, and many wrinkles—it was none other than Baron Sindras!
Thud! The pencil in Daly's hand fell onto the paper.
She then looked up and said to Leonard Mitchell, who had offered to help, and the two inspectors who were coordinating the communication:
"At the very moment of Caron suicide, there was a strong internal resistance. In other words, his suicide was influenced by Psychological Suggestion and guidance. This is not a simple psychological issue; it must involve extraordinary forces at a higher level."
"This contradiction and this confrontation led to his emotional breakdown and Spirituality explosion, causing him to reveal his true self to some extent before his death. This is the image frozen in his 'eyes'."
The senior inspector beside him frowned and said:
"Ms. Simone, do you mean that Caron saw the real murderer at the end? Baron Sindras was indeed the real murderer?"
Leonard Mitchell immediately scoffed:
What the eyes see is not necessarily the truth.
"You might not understand what I mean by Illusion, but if I were the murderer, I could easily find someone who looks a lot like Baron Sindras to appear in the room before Caron committed suicide."
The two inspectors were satisfied with this explanation and breathed a sigh of relief.
"We'll arrange for Caron's family to come over immediately. We ask that you two obtain more accurate and reliable information in a way that doesn't harm them."
"Okay." Daly rubbed her eyes and said, "I'll go to the restroom first."
This time, she didn't wear any strange eyeshadow or blush. Apart from her skin appearing rather pale, she completely lost her eerie aura. Moreover, she seemed to have aged considerably, regressing from her early thirties to her early twenties, with bright eyes and delicate features.
Knowing he would be busy for a long time to come, Leonard Mitchell also left the morgue and headed towards the washroom on the upper floor.
As the two finished walking down the stairs and rounded the corner, they suddenly saw a gentleman with graying temples appear at the other end of the corridor, leading a male servant toward the police station entrance.
This gentleman was mature and refined, with a pair of deep, dark eyes like a lake under the moonlight; he was none other than Dawn Dantès.
Daly Simone paused for a moment, then turned her head thoughtfully to look at Leonard Mitchell, only to find that the dark-haired, green-eyed "poet" was also watching Dawn Dantès.
"Why did you suddenly volunteer to help me? We should be locking down the members of that Spirituality Religion soon, you're not short of work..." Daly didn't give Leonard a chance to make excuses, paused for a second, and asked directly, "Do you think there was something wrong with that gentleman just now?"
Leonard looked away, paused for two seconds, and said:
" Dawn Dantès greets His Excellency the Archbishop."
He deliberately neither confirmed nor denied, but only mentioned Saint Anthony in a seemingly irrelevant way.
The implication is that His Excellency the Archbishop did not Dawn Dantès had a problem; whether he simply did not notice or did not say anything is unknown.
Daly nodded slightly, her gaze turning inwardly towards the bathroom.
On Wednesday morning, Audrey Hall, carrying an invitation, arrived by carriage at Phelps Street, where Saint Samuel Cathedral is located.
The soon-to-be-established " Loen Charity Bursary Foundation " is located at number 22 on this street. The property belongs to the Church of Evernight and no rent is required.
Before disembarking from the carriage, Audrey held the invitation in her hand, glanced at the scenery outside the window, and looked forward to the future.
She will become a member of the board of directors and work in the fundraising and external communications department.
P. S.: This is an initial update, and it will be back to normal tomorrow.