Even though there were countless witchers patrolling the Regent's Park, they could not stop the nobles' enthusiasm for the banquet.
In this era of lack of entertainment, banquets are one of the few joys at night. No matter what happens, nothing can stop the nobles.
The invited guests entered the banquet hall one after another, and the orchestra began to play. The light tunes were like tulle flying. After a while, the hall became lively.
"Nicholas, look who's coming!"
The second prince, who was responsible for welcoming the guests, finally walked into the banquet hall and gave the guests face. Behind him, two familiar figures followed, none other than Holmes and Watson.
Mavey was a little surprised to see Holmes. You should know that Holmes had not joined any camp, at least before he came to London. Holmes was not even a member of the church and had always been outside the center of power.
The three princes all want to win over Holmes and use Holmes' influence in Scotland Yard to win over the London police. Although the church has established witchers, the police who maintain civilian security are also a force that cannot be underestimated.
"I sent an invitation letter to Mr. Holmes. It's great that they are willing to come. I have always wanted to communicate with the famous Mr. Holmes..."
The second prince was very happy tonight. When he held banquets in the past, he would also send invitations to some celebrities. Some people were willing to come, and some were unwilling to come. Holmes was the one who was unwilling to come. Today, he made an unprecedented visit. The second prince was flattered.
"Your Highness, you are so complimentary. I had nothing to do at home and just wanted to go out for a walk. I happened to receive your invitation letter from Your Highness, so I came over to attend. I was too busy before and had to skip many banquets..." Holmes explained in a calm tone.
"I understand." The second prince nodded repeatedly: "Mr. Holmes, your work is very important. It is a matter of life and death! It is definitely much more important than attending the banquet. If it were me, I would also finish my work first."
"This should be Duke Chevali."
Holmes looked at Freya, who was standing next to Mavey in a bright red evening dress, and greeted her elegantly: "The last time we met was at your racecourse. It's been a long time since we last met."
Freya's face looked a little unnatural, but there was still a smile on her lips: "Yes, that was two years ago."
Two years ago, the case of Freya's husband, the previous Duke Andris, fell from his horse and died, which attracted the attention of the Scotland Yard police. The accidental death of the Duke was not a trivial matter. Holmes happened to be in London at the time, so he followed the police inspectors. Came to the horse farm of the Chevalli family and investigated the body of Duke Andries.
Everyone knows what happened next. Duke Andries' death was indeed an accident. At least his death was caused by falling off a horse and breaking his neck. Black Billy was also known as a crazy horse. Duke Andries ignored others. He was dissuaded and insisted on riding Black Billy, but in the end he fell off the horse and died. No one can blame him.
It was also during that investigation that Holmes met Freya for the first time.
"I'm leaving for a while."
Ever since Holmes arrived, Freya seemed a little uncomfortable, stroking her neck. After a while, she put down her wine glass and walked out the door. Seeing this, the second prince quickly followed her and asked her what was wrong.
Taking advantage of their opportunity to leave, Ma Wei quickly asked:
"Why are you here?"
"Let me take a look at the situation." Holmes' eyes swept across the hall, and finally stopped on an old man with white hair: "Do you know who he is?"
Ma Wei turned around and saw that the white-haired old man looked familiar. After recalling it for a moment, he suddenly remembered: "James Morea! Honorary professor of the Department of Mathematics at Oxford University!"
"Yes, that's him."
"Are you here for him?"
"Absolutely." Holmes nodded and said, "Half a month ago, when I was investigating the death of Hilton Moby, I discovered a secret room in his home. There was a box of letters in the drawer of the secret room, and the letter was signed by Mr. Butler. ....”
"I suspected that Hilton Mobile's death was related to the letters in the secret room, so I entrusted my friends at Scotland Yard to obtain information about the underground black market. Later, after being informed by a friend, I learned that I wanted to see Mr. Butler. You need to go to Cemetery No. 1 in Brookwood Township to place a white rose..."
"I went to Cemetery No. 1 and found a woman's name written on the tombstone designated by Mr. Butler."
Marvey whispered: "Lucy Bradley, 1811-1855."
"Have you been to the cemetery too?"
"Well, I have been tracking down the underground black market. I got on the line with Mr. Butler yesterday and met him in person... It should be him."
"Lucy Bradley, there is no such name in Scotland Yard's files, and this woman must be related to Mr. Butler, so I have been investigating clues about Lucy Bradley these days, and finally With Watson’s reminder, I discovered some clues.”
Holmes looked around to make sure that no one was eavesdropping on their conversation, and then whispered: "Watson was a military doctor when he was young. When he was still serving in the army, he went to the Kingdom of Mysore and heard his comrades mention a local extraordinary man. Famous, a showgirl named Lucy.”
"The Kingdom of Mysore?" Ma Wei asked in surprise: "A colony of the Kingdom of Windsor?"
"Yes, their mother river is the Ganges. Originally this was just a small matter, but Watson said that the other party was not from the Kingdom of Mysore, but from the Kingdom of Windsor. His hometown was in the West Island, and he just came to Mysore with his father. This matter attracted my attention, so I personally took a train to Belfast in the West Island, found Macmillan, and asked him to investigate Lucy Bradley."
Holmes said seriously: "I did find the name Lucy Bradley in the residents' files of Belfast. It should be said that the Bradley family was originally a famous baron family, but later failed in business. , the family declined, and the then head of the family, Phelan, Lucy Bradley’s father, took Lucy to the Kingdom of Mysore.”
"After discovering this clue, I continued to investigate the Baron Bradley family. This time I discovered something even bigger. I visited the original residence of the Bradley family and learned from a local old man that the old Baron Bradley was the descendant of the family. He only has one daughter, but he adopted an orphan from an orphanage decades ago..."
"This orphan's name is James Morea."
"What?!"
Ma Wei's eyes widened and he said with some disbelief: "Professor James Morea is the adopted son of Baron Bradley?"
"Yes, after learning the news, I immediately rushed back to London and started investigating Professor James Morea. I found that he had indeed been adopted in his early years, but it was just because it was too long ago. At that time, Scotland Yard The police system has not yet been established, and many documents have been sealed. I found Mr. Drew, who served as the magistrate of London decades ago and is now the administrator of the archives, and retrieved the adoption documents from that time."
As he spoke, Holmes took out a tattered piece of paper from his arms, with the words almost invisible. Mavey looked hard and saw the name James Bradley on it.
"Morea is his mother's surname. He changed his surname to Bradley because he was adopted by Baron Bradley. Later, after the decline of Baron Bradley's family, he took Lucy to the Kingdom of Mysore, and Professor James changed his surname to "Bradley". He returned to Morea, was admitted to Oxford University, and published an academic paper, which made him famous."
Holmes said: "Later I went to Oxford University again. From the mouths of several old tutors, I heard that Professor James had sent many people to the Kingdom of Mysore to find the whereabouts of a woman in his early years, but there was still no clue. Until 1855, James Morea finally found out that Lucy lived in a countryside in the Kingdom of Mysore."
"James Morea rushed to the Kingdom of Mysore in person, not knowing what happened. In short, when he came back, there was no woman with him. He came back alone."
"Wait, wait a minute..." Mawei rubbed his eyebrows and said, "According to your investigation, if Lucy Bradley buried in Brookwood Township No. 1 Cemetery is Professor James Morea Childhood sweetheart, doesn’t that mean that James Morea and Mr. Butler are related?”
"I suspect that James Morea is Mr. Butler." Holmes said: "What kind of emotion can support a man's search for Lucy Bradley for decades? That is the best time in life! James Morey Ya became famous at the age of 20 and entered academia. After that, he made no achievements for many years. Why? Many tutors thought that he wasted too much time looking for Lucy Bradley!"
"And more importantly, Professor James Morea has never married. He has never been married, and he has never been involved with any woman. I have every reason to suspect that he is deeply in love with Lucy Bulla." Deli, even if the other person is dead, he will remember him all the time."
"The flower language symbolized by white roses is innocence, purity, romance and pure love." Watson standing aside said: "Everyone who contacts Mr. Butler needs to go to Cemetery No. 1 to pay tribute to Lucy Bradley. Send a rose, I think, these roses were given to Lucy Bradley by Professor James Morea, day and night, every moment.”
"If that's the case, it's a really touching story."
Ma Wei took a deep breath and sighed quietly: "Unfortunately, if James Morea is Mr. Butler, then what he did is really unacceptable."
"Didn't you meet Mr. Butler?" Holmes asked doubtfully, "Isn't it James Morea who met you?"
"No." Ma Wei shook his head and said: "The housekeeper I saw looked nothing like Professor James Morea. One of them was tall and thin with gray hair, and the other was burly and looked a bit bloated, even if it was night time. It’s impossible for me to admit my mistake…”
"Either you are not seeing Mr. Butler in person, or... I made a mistake in my investigation, and James Morea is not Mr. Butler." Holmes said.
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"It's okay. Now that we have locked the target, let's investigate slowly. I have sent Fat Orange Xiaohei to break into Mr. Butler's camp. If we confront them, the truth will be revealed."
Ma Wei said disapprovingly: "Take your time and you will be able to break it."
Holmes nodded slightly and suddenly changed the subject: "Have you been very close to Duke Chevalier recently?"
"That's right." Ma Wei glanced at him: "What's wrong?"
"Two years ago, the former Duke, Andris, the husband of Freya de Chevalier, fell and died. Do you know?"
"I know, the police concluded that it was an accident. Besides, Black Billy is not ordinary at all. It is an extraordinary creature with an extremely violent temperament and is difficult to tame."
"Is Black Billy an extraordinary creature?" Holmes was stunned for a moment: "When I saw it two years ago, it was just an ordinary horse that was wild and untamed."
"It should be that the bloodline has awakened. It's not important." Ma Wei shrugged. Even the goddess descended on him. Is it strange for a horse to awaken the bloodline of its ancestors?
The seal is loosened, and the number of strange incidents will only increase.
Holmes pondered for a while before continuing: "In my opinion, the death of Duke Andries is not that simple."
"You were the detective who investigated the case back then. The police concluded that death was an accident, and your opinion must have been included in it. By saying this now, aren't you overturning your previous judgment?"
"I did not find anything wrong with the investigation at that time, everything was normal, but what I couldn't figure out was that Duke Andries had been seriously ill in bed a few months before he fell to his death. He had to ride a horse just after his condition improved. Asked to ride Black Billy, don’t you think it’s strange if you put yourself in his shoes?”
As for the cause of Duke Andries' death, Mavey had suspected it for a long time, but he had no evidence. Now that even Holmes said so, the possibility suddenly became higher.
"Do you suspect that Freya did something?"
"I don't know. I won't draw conclusions about things I'm not sure about." Holmes said: "But no matter what the truth is, Freya de Chevalier is full of mysteries. No woman who can reach this point is It’s a simple thing, I suggest you stay away from her.”
Ma Wei smiled and said nothing more.
At the beginning, he really had no idea of getting close to Freya. He contacted her for the sake of the second prince. But now, he suspected that Freya was the great devil of the Four Supreme Pillars. In this case, he had no choice but to No more contact with the other party.
If Freya is really one of the Four Pillars, lurking in London, then Mavi will get rid of her at the right time...
"dad!"
Suddenly, Yunia, who was standing at the table with her feet raised to serve the cake, was shaken. She suddenly turned her head to look at the roof, then lowered her head and cut the cake quickly until a large piece of cake was slowly put into a small plate. Then he put the plate on the table, picked up the big cake on the table, and ran towards Ma Wei.
at the same time....
The wooden box of demon spirits in Ma Wei's arms vibrated violently.
