Wayne got up from the sofa, then sat next to Chris, looking at her with a very serious expression.
Chrissy didn't say she agreed or disagreed.
"Now that we have money and people, what are we going to do next?" she asked.
"I want to open a publishing house." This was what he thought was the most suitable thing for his family to do after careful consideration.
As long as it can develop, on the one hand, it can use Chris's love for picture albums and scripts to hide from others, and on the other hand, it can also exert an invisible influence on public opinion.
Currently, there are some places in the royal capital that can print books. Most of them are affiliated with various associations or schools and are not large in scale.
In the eyes of nobles, the most valuable things are handwritten private books, or the only one in the world.
Those things that are mass-produced and for the common people are not even mentioned with disdain. If the Wincher family comes forward, this newly founded publishing house will surely occupy the leading position in one fell swoop.
"Look, don't you like picture albums very much?" Wayne encouraged.
"With the publishing house under our name, we can even develop a publication that specially selects and serializes outstanding paintings, with an issue every half a month or once a month."
"Wouldn't it mean that outstanding painters from all over the country would flock here?" In addition to publishing picture albums, newspapers, magazines and other carriers that can stir up ideological trends are not to mention.
Judging from Chris' past personality, this kind of thing must be in line with her preferences. Chris was really moved,
"Wayne, you are such a genius!" She also sat up from the sofa and said to herself excitedly: "Is it because I was too lazy before? Why didn't I think of..." What?
Miss Chris actually has a clear understanding of her salted fish! Wayne said speechlessly: "You only think about how to mess around every day, of course you don't have time to think about these things." He got the essence of it, and Chris felt a little embarrassed.
"Oh, isn't it great that you helped me think of it!" Chris, who had a new goal, after discussing with him roughly how to proceed, excitedly took him to find Elio The special Duke.
This matter cannot be done without my father's permission. Duke Elliot, who had no resistance to his daughter's coquettishness, easily agreed to her request.
So, preparations for this matter began. ...That night, Chrissy fell asleep a little later than usual.
Although she showed that she wanted to talk to Wayne all night long, she was eventually taken back to the room by her mother.
At this time, the night was getting darker, and Wayne sat by the window, waiting silently. about there. He put on his black cloak and rolled out.
City Guard Headquarters. There are guards on duty here even in the middle of the night, but they usually just stand guard at various sentries and monitor, and do not move around at will.
Wayne, who had transformed into the image of Echos, avoided the sight of the guards and sneaked into the locked building.
He planned to check the offices of the suspects. There is no way, he does have powerful power, but he is neither omniscient nor omnipotent, so he can only trace it back bit by bit in such a troublesome way.
On the day at Cirque du Soleil, I reminded the new commander-in-chief, Mr. Bulwer, that this matter might be related to the survivors of the Principality of Millistan. I don't know if he paid attention to the investigation in this area.
Wayne sneaked into the archives room and first found information about the ruins examination room case. The records about the case are very detailed, even what clothes Wayne and the three of them wore that day and what they said were recorded in detail.
But there is no useful information. To be precise, it's a bunch of nonsense. He put the information back and turned to an earlier one
Records related to the "Cirque du Soleil Case". The profile is much thicker and includes personal information about each victim.
Wayne even saw the investigation report on Echos' identity. The conclusion is: unknown origin and extremely dangerous.
There are also no special clues. Regarding the murderers, the city guards might as well know more than themselves.
He put the information back with some annoyance. Then he walked deeper to the location where the data from a few years ago was stored.
"The Case of Baron Colclough," he thought, would be the name of the file related to it. However - no.
Wayne searched through files from five years ago and found no such record. 'Taken?'
'He had some doubts in his heart. Is it because there is more important information in it, or is it? He restored the archives to their original state and found the commander-in-chief's office.
This is now Mr. Bulwer's place. What surprised Wayne was that, unlike the tough guy he looked like, there was a row of small potted cactus plants placed by the window sill of Bulwer's office.
The window was open, and a gentle night breeze blew in from the window. Don't close the window after get off work? Aren't you afraid of the rain coming in?
Wayne complained, walked over and closed the window. Well...it's much more comfortable this way. There are many objects in this office, but it doesn't look cluttered. There are many small notes stuck on the main table.
Wayne unceremoniously sat down in his seat and began shuffling through his belongings. From the minute-by-minute schedule and the neat handwriting when correcting documents, it can be seen that this commander is quite diligent and meticulous in his daily work.
At least, he's not an aristocratic man who only occupies a position and doesn't do anything practical. In fact, there are more than one or two ministers in the royal capital who are only responsible for their reputation and salary, and will not have any impact on political affairs even if they disappear.
He checked every corner of the room. Very clean. Hardly anything non-work related.
From the bottom of the office cabinet next to Bulwer's chair, he found the
Records of "The Case of Baron Colclough."
"Why are you putting it here?" Wayne whispered doubtfully. Because Bulwer thought this document was important?
He opened the file bag and browsed its contents carefully. Over the past few years, the paper has become slightly yellowed.
Looking at the records at that time, Wayne felt as if he had returned to that dark night with heavy rain and waterfalls.
If there is any difference from the previous two documents, only this document directly points out the murderer's power, rather than using a large number of
"Suspect",
Words like "speculation". But other than that, there doesn't seem to be anything surprising. No... only this case has the most to do with their true identities.
Wayne closed his eyes and recalled the scene carefully. At that time, there was only one murderer who had an influence on the scene.
It was the man who possessed the magic of darkness and left a letter claiming to be Laird. The identity of this person must be very important.
Opening his eyes suddenly, Wayne pulled a note from Bulwer's desk and wrote a few big words in a flash: [Laird is here for a visit] Then he tucked the note into the document.
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