190 When the clock bell rings multiple times (1)
But Sir Elizabeth was a pro.
By the time Modest Bakari appeared in front of us, guided by Canael, she had the face of a stern commander of the neighborhood.
Kristel suddenly pretended to have an important conversation with Sir John.
“Yes. Herit also likes me more than His Majesty.”
“I guess. But he slept with the bag of gold coins that His Highness gave him as pocket money by his bedside.”
“ah. They are trying to compete with money again.”
Kristel grunted in a sincere tone. Is it really an important conversation?
“Meet Prince Cedric and Prince Jesse Penetian.”
The Prophet, who entered the detective’s office, made a firm bow.
Yesterday’s gloomy face was gone, and it looked like a snap again.
The blue-silver eyes under the big, round glasses frame gave off a brilliant light.
As we greeted each other, our eyes met the youth’s robe by chance.
The high-quality fabric that I rubbed with a wet towel to remove the blood was squishy.
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Of course, I thought there would be a spare. Is that only one suit?
No, not this.
“I really came here for bread, Bakari-kun. Do you like fugas? It just came out, so it’s hot.”
I said with a smile.
I wanted to come to you whenever I needed a place to confide in, but I didn’t know that we would meet so soon.
Then he wrinkled his impression as if he had heard a strange noise.
“Isn’t bread some sort of password? I’m here to give you information about Victoire d’Andrége. I remember that you said you would receive a related report. I have also heard that you are chasing the thief in twilight.”
uh······. I pursed my lips.
I added that because I was told to come and eat bread at once, but I didn’t know that the Prophet would have taken it right away.
Count Soh, who had masterfully corrected his expression, finally rolled his lips and threw his eyes out the window.
Prince Cedric was quietly savoring the espresso.
It was our protagonist who opened the door.
“Of course, our Bakery Detective Office is always open to clients and informants. I’m looking forward to seeing what the gentleman will tell you. There, take an empty seat.”
With a short chin, Kristel took the pipe out of her arms and asked.
Soon, pink steam rose from the strawberry-flavored candy.
Bakari moved smoothly. The question was solely mine.
A bakery is a bakery, an office is an office, and what is a bakery detective’s office?
*
After that I was a little busy.
It was because the red panda three musketeers who jumped back and forth through the gap in the door got tangled in me.
Bakari made a strange expression as she put a pomegranate egg in Demi’s mouth, stopped Perry from turning the table over, and gently napping Leah for a nap.
This is medicine. If you’re honest and have a clean mind, you’re more than three times crazy.
“Our office is a place where a caring culture in the workplace has been established. Have you ever heard of childcare?”
Christel, who looked around like that, took Leah and hugged her.
The red panda wiggled her short legs with her half-closed eyes, and then fell asleep in her arms.
I put Perry on the prince’s lap and sighed.
He raised his eyebrows, but pretended he didn’t see a god who was climbing his six pack.
Bacary looked at us with confused eyes,
“I will only tell you the main point. Victoire left the ecliptic and headed south.”
and exhaled. I asked in amazement.
“You left? How do you know that?”
“Last night, while riding a carriage through Claire Square, I saw a figure standing next to a statue of His Majesty Emperor Romero. He must have been Victoire, since the prince pursued it himself.”
“Yes, we think so.”
I answered. Bakari’s tone became sharp.
“It was a brief moment, but I saw her future. At dawn, wearing an old robe and covering his body, he climbed into a freight wagon and opened the zodiac. The face could not be identified, but the revelation itself is clear.”
Kristel clicked the pipe.
“If true, that would be great information.”
“Of course it is. I am an 8th-class wizard, and I am the leader of the Fleur de Lis, who answers your Majesty’s solemn question.”
Having said that, the young man straightened his back.
The eyes that were convinced of the prophecy were bright again. This was an unexpected attitude.
Because of his unprecedented level of foresight, he does not receive the recognition and protection of his family, and he is being rejected by people he does not know.
He seemed to be very proud of his talent.
I think calling yourself a ‘magic tool’ is a problem, but there are cases like this.
“Any other information?”
the father asked lowly. His orange eyes glowed with a characteristic authoritative glow.
Bakari’s momentum was slowly weakened.
“I’m sorry, Your Majesty. That was all he saw before he disappeared. I didn’t know which freight wagon they were on, or where their exact destination was.”
“No, it was helpful enough. Thanks for the report, Bakari-kun.”
I replied with a smile. He looked at me for a moment and then got up.
*
“Eh?”
“Wait, where are you going?”
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Of course, Kristel and I got bored and sat back down!
Heaps of freshly baked bread were piled up like heaps of freshly baked bread.
I finally felt relieved when I fed the thick slices of Fang Completion topped with honey and cheese, and made them drink a warm cafe au lait.
The general manager seemed to be in great chaos, but he emptied everything he gave and left anyway.
Fisaladier also tried to wrap it up, but the Crown Prince was not able to carry out his blatantly uncomfortable feelings.
he’s really funny While I was taking all sorts of things from me as a child.
······Isn’t it possible for outsiders to take out?
“If you left the ecliptic and headed south, did you also go to Andrés?”
Kristel stood in front of the fireplace and asked seriously.
In order to be faithful to the concept of the detective office, she marked the deeds of Victoire on a large wooden board with red thread.
At the top, there was also a squiggly writing that reads, “Operation to arrest the phantom thief Lady Victoire.”
The blue thread drew the movement path of the clown.
Tite, who returned from swimming, was wallowing around the wall with the red pandas.
“At first, it looks promising. It is very likely that you will harbor a grudge against the Andrésie family. I had a conversation with my subordinates in the morning, and most of the guys from the central region knew the Count’s story of the West. I made the same statement as the main bomb I met at the bar. It just seemed like a rumor floating around.”
Sir Elizabeth answered.
The Prince called David and told him to prepare the wagon to Andrés.
“Then why did you suddenly change the route? He said he was going to steal the prince.”
“Isn’t he trying to get the ultimate revenge on his family by turning his gaze back to the emperor? It could be for the purpose of killing the Count.”
Kristel and Count So continued an exciting mystery show.
I stared intently at the tarot card commentaries laid out on the table.
Next to him was the ‘Sun’ card that Victoire had left behind. It was actually an overturned sun.
“The sun alludes to His Majesty Frederick… No. It’s a bit out of the way to talk about His Majesty while aiming at me, and he’s the Sword Master. It is treason to leave everyone and aim at the monarch.”
“okay.”
The prince who sat like a sculpture answered. I then pointed to the commentary.
“But the upside down sun card means too much. ‘Inner child’, ‘Negative disposition’, ‘Overly optimistic’, ‘Depressed’ . . .”
“The scope of interpretation is too broad.”
“yes. I don’t know how to get a feel for it. Besides, I’m concerned about the blood here.”
I touched the edge of the card.
There were blood stains on the yellowed paper.
“It’s very faint.”
Sir John approached silently, picked up the card and sniffed it.
“yes. If there was a meaning to be conveyed through blood, it would have been sprayed on a more visible place, but it looks like it was accidentally rubbed somewhere. I think it was a mistake.”
“Does the suspect have a history of murder or assault?”
the father inquired sharply. I immediately shook my head.
“no. Clowns are mostly orphans without a last name. You know that if you are caught committing such a felony, you can receive a severe sentence without trial.”
“What is the disease history?”
“Even so, I asked the clever Serge. But,”
crumble crumble. I found the piece of paper I had jotted down during interrogation and placed it on top.
The prince’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the sentence.
“…was it a dead old woman?”
“Yes, it was Grandma Pom who suffered from lung disease. This is what Serge and other clowns have also said. Grandma often vomited blood, but she wouldn’t listen to her fellow acrobats’ recommendations to retire. He said many times that he wanted to remain on stage until the very end. He eventually died in a carriage accident. Her granddaughter, Henriette, had testified that she slept a lot, and even slept 18 hours a day. So, I mainly did shift performances. Other than that, there were no special abnormalities.”
“·················ogue.”
Then the prince became terribly silent.
He looked carefully at his expression, but couldn’t read anything.
In such a case, if I ask, I would rather hide like a hermit crab, so I decided to try my own reasoning.
“Well.”
The thing that bothered me the most was the emperor’s attitude.
Why didn’t she give us all the information she knew?
to test us? Why?
Do you really think it’s a waste for us to waste our time in the Imperial Palace?
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Or did it have to be us? Am I the party to the kidnapping attempt?
Even if you go to the Imperial Palace and ask a question, she will not give you an answer.
It could just be the king’s insignificant whim, but somehow it bothered me over and over again.
how······.
Suddenly, the magazine that Canael left behind caught my eye.
＜Biweekly Lister> December 1st issue.
It was a new book I hadn’t read yet. I inadvertently turned the page.
The ‘criminal notice riot’ that occurred in the parade on the last day of the harvest festival was not included.
It may have been imperial pressure, but it would not have been easy to add an article with the publication date two days away.
-Palang, pallang…
“Ah, there’s also a story about the prince’s estate here.”
Christel, who had just approached me, pointed at one place.
We put our heads together and read Sir Sara Beliard’s article.
“…Prince Jesse, Marquis of Serenite’s estate, met the writer with a completely different landscape from a year ago. Would you believe if I told you that everything on earth was born anew? Not only in conspicuous places, but also in sparsely populated places, large and small paintings in colorful colors are full. Youngji people are full of weaving wild flowers to decorate the fence, and the blacksmiths who knock on farm tools during harvest season seem willing and inspired like sculptors. Even though the autumn leaves say goodbye, the carriage of tourists continues.
Here is not the end. The new ‘Portrait of the Moon’ by Joan de Ases (more famous to our readers by the name of Harder O. Janssen), who the prince forgave himself and hired as a permanent painter in the territory, is set to be released in early December. have. This work by a genius artist to be hung at the entrance to the Marquis Shrine is an oil painting on canvas…”
poke! A certain possibility flashed through my mind.
“Ugh.”
I shook my head abruptly. Kristel’s blue-grey eyes widened.
“Prince, didn’t Asus-san say that he was drawing a prince?”
“you’re right. Canael has a sketch. Along with the letter from Chantal…”
In the small temple at the entrance of the estate, Joan said that he would draw my face and hang it.
‘I’m going to steal the new moon.
-Madame Victoire’
＜Portrait of the Moon>.
I took a breath. The prince immediately stood up.
“Not Andrew. Sir Elizabeth, prepare an escort to the Marquis of Serenite. Call Benjamin and David too!”
“Yes, Prince!”
She quickly left the office.
Just then, Sir John presented me with a tarot card.
It was as if he had just tasted the bloodstains by gently hiding his tongue. Oh my gosh.
“The blood hasn’t been around for a long time, my lord. I think it was buried the same day I left the card.”
Then he gently raised his eyebrows. I was stunned and accepted the card.
The courageous man who walked in late, flew into the grape vineyard and sat down at the tarot card commentary.
He tilted his head and poked a word with his beak.
The four pairs of eyes naturally turned to it.
Another meaning of reverse sun.
‘sadness.’
The hint of the breathing mocha bread was strong.
The countess who abandoned the children, the deceased grandmother, the missing granddaughter, the portrait of the moon, the bloodstains, the sorrow.
The puzzles began to fit quickly in my mind.