"Could someone have done anything to that Yang Yan horse?"
Katarina crossed her fingers, put her hands in front of her nose as if praying, and thought seriously.
"I checked the horse's hooves before I left, and there seemed to be no problem. If someone had tampered with it, it could only be me." Lawn blamed himself.
It is absolutely impossible for Grandpa Lawn to attack his father. Catalina was very sure that if there was anyone in this family that she could trust 100% and unconditionally, it would definitely be Grandpa Lawn.
"Where are the attendants who were traveling that day? Didn't anyone mention what happened?" She continued to ask.
"No. At least I have never heard anyone mention this matter publicly. Maybe you can ask the master directly in private. After all, you are his biological daughter. The master should not hide anything from you - it's just that he lacks a suitable person. timing."
Ask your father directly? Forget it, Catalina would rather jump into the sea wearing black gold armor, catch fish with bare hands and then swim back up. That way the success rate may be higher.
Her father would probably ask her who brought it up, and then use that airy and sinister tone to tell her never to ask about it again.
Could it be Uncle Jerrys? It's entirely possible that he can do it——
But what is his motive for doing this?
If his father is killed, his line of succession will indeed move forward a little...but only a little. You must know that Jaros is the youngest son of Grandpa Herbert, and there are two uncles in front of him.
And considering that he was still a child when his father had the accident, how could he have the ability to do such a thing.
Could it be Prince Henry who did it? !
Katarina was startled by her sudden thought.
But what reason did he have to do such a thing? Aren't the two of them good friends? Even if His Majesty Richard is as hard-hearted as he is, he has never done anything to hurt or betray Sir Geert in his life...
No, no, your majesty has not passed away yet. Katarina quickly corrected her mistake in her mind.
All in all, Prince Henry seems to have no need to murder his good friend.
So who could have done it? Catalina only felt that her scalp was itchy, but her years of aristocratic upbringing did not allow her to scratch it.
She considered herself not good at this aspect of things, but then again, there was never any knight in the world who was good at reasoning.
In most cases, the knight protagonists only need to make obvious and natural judgments based on the current situation. This kind of thing is usually left to the magician or the attendant...or - the detective?
Catalina's eyes lit up, and she suddenly had a brilliant idea:
Yes, this kind of thing may be too complicated for a knight, but it is just right for a squire and detective.
These days, she has been busy dressing up as Blackadder at night to help justice, and she even forgot to train her own attendants. She really has a great trust from His Excellency the Keeper of Secrets.
It's time for Ed to have some experience so that he won't be unable to withstand strong winds and waves in the future.
"Okay, Grandpa Lawn, I understand."
Thinking of this, she immediately raised her knife and fork and ended her breakfast in a quick and methodical way.
…
It was now three-thirty in the afternoon, but Tommy, her chief intelligence adviser, had not arrived yet.
Catalina tightened her grip on the silver-plated brooch pocket watch in her hand. She had borrowed it from Lisa, along with the casual clothes Lisa wore on her occasional vacations.
She had already planted a flower outside the window, and it stands to reason that Tommy should have noticed it soon - this little guy has always been very smart and would never miss an opportunity to make money.
Is there some reason for the delay?
"Hello, kid—" Seeing a tall newsboy walking by, Catalina gently waved her palm, beckoning the newsboy to come over.
"What do you want to read, miss? If you buy "Candide" now, you will get "Silver Mist Telegraph" as a gift."
Seeing Catalina's recruitment, the tall newsboy walked over, waving the newspaper in three steps at a time.
"Sorry to bother you, do you know Tommy? He is also a newspaper seller. He is about eight years old. He is so tall and often wears a patched grid pattern hat." Catalina described it while describing He gestured with his hands.
"I don't know." Seeing that Catalina didn't intend to buy the newspaper, the newsboy immediately became impatient and started to run away.
How could you not know him? According to Tommy, there is a small circle of newsboys in the entire Silvermist City that are connected to each other. Except for the new guys who are new to the industry, they all know more or less.
"Wait a minute - what do you think this is?"
A flash of silver light flashed in Catalina's palm, and disappeared in her hand in an instant. Lisa specially prepared a one-shilling silver coin for her in case she was in need of change.
The newsboy's eyes were quickly drawn away by this silver light. He stood there for a long time, and then stammered out of excitement:
"You, you, you...what do you want to ask?"
"Tommy, eight years old, so tall, wearing a patchwork grid hat. Do you know him?"
"Of course, miss, I remembered it. There is indeed such a guy, but he hasn't been here to sell newspapers for several days."
"Then do you know where he went?" Catalina asked, holding the silver coin between her fingers.
"I heard that an agency is recruiting private club waiters recently. There is no requirement for literacy, and the price is very high, and the salary can be paid daily, but the number of places is limited. He said before that he wanted to try his luck, and maybe it will happen. Let him take advantage."
Page boy? Catalina has also seen apprentices doing similar things in the sword fighting club, but most of them were teenagers aged thirteen or fourteen:
Serving tea and water, running errands and delivering letters, he can even carry a sword with a little bit of strength, he went to a missionary school, and he can help write names and score points. I've never heard of the use of a seven or eight year old.
Maybe other clubs have different requirements. Catalina gently tapped the silver coin on the newsboy's palm and continued to ask:
"Then do you know where the intermediary is?"
"Astrid Street."
Astrid Street, it should be in the West End, right?
