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"For the time being, we have determined that the two are accomplices. The rest depends on how the higher-ups arrange things. Hey, maybe they can give us some powerful seals so that we can find the murderer right away?"

"yes!"

...

Edward opened his eyes on the bed, his expression showing a little more surprise: "A powerful seal? Looking for someone? Could it be Arrodes?"

If that's true, then why not just snatch it away directly?

Hey, that was unexpected.

An assassination actually brought unexpected gains.

...

The next morning.

When Du Bois got the latest newspaper, he was stunned.

No, I just took a nap. How could such a big thing happen in Trier? !

The Earl of Clear was assassinated?

One of the murderers is Akasha?

The king is furious?

He stared at the headlines in the newspaper over and over again, still unable to believe that the carefree and heartless woman would become an assassin.

"Mr. Sparrow!"

As soon as he entered the villa and saw Edward coming downstairs, Dubois hurriedly stepped forward with a newspaper and asked, "What...what's going on?"

Edward took the newspaper, glanced at it, and said, "Isn't it clearly stated in the newspaper?"

"I mean... how is this possible? Wasn't Miss Akasha imprisoned? How did she run out and assassinate Earl Clear? It's impossible."

"I can't believe it either, but the newspaper is right in front of me, what else can I do?"

"But..."

Dubois was about to say something else, but suddenly realized that Edward's reaction was too calm. He immediately realized something and stopped asking questions, but there was something more in his eyes when he looked at Edward.

"What's with the way you look at me?"

"No!"

He shook his head and denied it, but couldn't help but say, "It's just that I suddenly feel that you, the boss, treat your subordinates very well. ?0?4?7^0-w·h′l/y..~c!om¨"

Well, you think that I was the one who killed Earl Clear, and you're venting your anger on Akasha, right?

At this time, a loud noise came from the gate of the courtyard, and then more than a dozen people in uniform were seen pushing away the servants who were blocking the way and walking into the villa aggressively.

The leading officer had a grim expression and waved his hand gently: "Search!"

A group of people immediately rushed into the villa, spread out and started a rough house-destroying search. The officer said, "We are from the CIA. Klein Sparrow, where were you last night?"

"I was...sleeping last night."

"Is there any evidence?"

Edward was stunned. "Ah? Sir, I was sleeping alone in the bedroom. How can there be any evidence?"

The officer glanced at the newspaper in his hand and said, "You should already know what your housekeeper did last night, right?"

"...Sir, she is just a housekeeper I hired. No matter what she does outside, it has nothing to do with me, right?"

"Oh, it's not up to you to decide whether it's related or not."

The officer stepped forward, his tone full of authority that no one dared to disobey, "Did you see your housekeeper last night?"

Edward looked frightened, "...No."

He turned his gaze to Dubois again, "What about you?"

"I... didn't see it either."

At this time, the people who had dispersed came back one after another. Some of them were holding bed sheets, combs, toothbrushes and other items in their hands, which were obviously searched out from Akasha's room.

"For the next two days, stay at home and don't run around."

After saying this, he turned around and led his subordinates away quickly.

In the villa, the servants and slaves were silent, each with fear on their faces, obviously frightened by the National Intelligence Agency. ?Micro, interesting￠novel￠ *First/post~

Dubois coughed and said, "What are you still standing there for? Clean up quickly."

After the servants and slaves had dispersed, he whispered, "It's a miracle that those guys from the National Intelligence Agency didn't take us back for interrogation."

Edward thought for a moment and said, "I guess...it's Roselle's help again."

Dubois was stunned, and immediately understood. As a former friend of Roselle, he knew that Roselle was the typical person who didn't want to owe others a favor. But Mr. Sparrow risked his life to save Bernadette a few days ago, so Roselle had to accept the favor.

So yesterday, just as they were put into jail by the police, Roselle came and bailed them out. Miss Akasha became a suspect in the assassination of Earl Clear, and Roselle knew that the National Intelligence Agency would definitely come to her house, so he gave them a heads-up in advance - all of this was to repay favors.

"He's still so reluctant to owe anyone anything."

Edward smiled. Russell didn't necessarily dislike owing others, but he didn't want to get too entangled with the NPCs in this world, so as not to affect his gaming mentality. Of course, he might not think so now, but it is not easy to change a habit that has been formed for a long time.

"Oh, by the way, Dubois, I have a mission for you."

"Boss, please speak."

"Next, find someone to go to No. 2 Shanchahua Street, Nuoer District every day. If a camellia appears in the window on the second floor, come back and tell me."

Edward smiled and said, "Don't let anyone find out. Someone might die."

"…"

Dubois's heartstrings tightened, but he said without hesitation: "Make sure to complete the task."

...

The Russell family's luxurious villa.

When Bernadette saw her father in the morning, she found that he was in high spirits, as if something good had happened to him. He even ate a lot more breakfast than usual.

At her age, how could she hold back her questions, "Dad, why are you suddenly so happy today?"

"Ah? Hahaha, is it that obvious? Hahaha, how can I be happy? I'm clearly heartbroken for that old man Clear. I can't even eat, okay?"

As he said this, he raised his hand and shouted, "Give me another breakfast."

Chapter 505 I don't agree with this marriage!

Bernadette puffed her lips and stared at him: "..."

"Well, Daddy, a very annoying person, died last night. This kind of thing is definitely worth having a cocktail party to celebrate."

"Kicked off the pigtail? Is it a woman?"

"Uh, just dead."

"oh."

She understood.

"How did he die?"

"He was assassinated."

Roselle leaned back and snorted, "I find these nobles are really stupid. They have an opportunity to become stronger than ordinary people, but they are afraid of this and that."

"In the end, what's the point of having so much power and money? A small assassin made his life's efforts go to waste. This kind of lesson is taught every year, why can't they remember it?"

"Hehe, when I get promoted to a high-sequence in the future, I'll see who dares to assassinate me!"

Bernadette raised her hand and said, "Dad, I also want to become someone with extraordinary abilities."

"ah?"

Russell was stunned. "You... are still too young now. When you grow up a little bit, Dad will help you become a Beyonder, how about that?"

Although Roselle thought it was foolish for the nobles to refuse to become extraordinary people, he had to admit that taking potions was indeed risky, especially for children with immature minds, who were easily affected by potions.

"Ah? All right."

Bernadette was a little disappointed.

"Next time, Dad can ask Zaratul for you to see what path is suitable for you in the future. At that time, Dad will find all the formulas and materials you need for promotion at once, and then help you to be promoted to a higher sequence."

At this point, he couldn't help but think of what happened that night. After Zaratul was scared away by the mysterious man, no one knew what happened to him afterwards, and whether he dared to come back.

Tsk, thinking that even a Sequence 2 like Zaratul would flee in panic, Russell felt that the waters of this world were really deep.

Boom boom boom.

Green knocked on the door of the restaurant. "Sir, the CIA did go to Klein Sparrow's home, but they didn't bring him back."

"Hey, it seems my face is getting better and better."

Russell stroked his mustache with a hint of pride.

When Roselle learned that one of the murderers who assassinated Clear was Klein Sparrow's housekeeper, he was really confused for a while.

This morning, he was taken back to appease the old man's anger because he had crippled Clear's grandson, but Clear was killed that night?

Although he was secretly happy, Russell remained sober and wondered if all this was planned by Klein Sparrow.

So he contacted the church first, and learned that they had temporarily ruled out Klein's suspicion last night, so he asked Green to go to the National Intelligence Agency to say hello: If they find out that Klein is indeed related to the assassination, then they will do what they should do. If there is no evidence, I hope they will consider Russell's face and not use torture to force a confession.

"This way, I have saved you twice in a row. This should be enough to repay Bernadette for saving my life."

"dad."

When Bernadette heard her father mention Mr. Sparrow to Uncle Green, she began to eavesdrop, but she didn't hear anything useful, so she couldn't help asking, "What happened to Mr. Sparrow?"

"Why, baby seems to care about him?"

"Of course, he risked his life to save me. I should remember this kindness for the rest of my life. Isn't that what you taught me, Dad?"

"…"

Russell coughed, "That's just an exaggerated rhetoric. It's okay... You don't have to remember it for the rest of your life. Besides, Dad has saved him twice in the past two days."

"Huh? Dad saved Mr. Sparrow? Was it dangerous? Are you not hurt?"

"Well, it's not really dangerous, just a little trouble for me. Ka`ka-xiao, tax/徃! 'The most? Xin^cockroach￠劫\埂^core^chopsticks'"

"A little trouble?"

Looking at the confusion in his daughter's blue eyes, Russell thought for a moment and said, "That's right, baby. The same thing means different things to different people."

"Maybe something is just a small trouble for Dad, but it is a fatal matter for others. It depends on where you stand and what abilities you have, understand?"

Bernadette thought for a moment and said, "Oh, I think I understand."

Mr. Sparrow is amazing. It seems easy for him to take me out and tell me stories, but it is not easy for him to do it!

So, I can't offset this by taking him out to play and telling him stories...

My father said that people should not just ask for things, but should also learn to be grateful!

But I was only 6 years old and I couldn't do anything.

Um!

It's decided, since Mr. Sparrow is interested in the writing invented by Dad, I'll steal Dad's notebook... and lend it to him!

...

Future time and space, 1349.

Backlund Train Station.

As the steam train coming from Pritz Harbor slowly stopped at the station, a young man in his twenties with blond hair and wearing a black windbreaker jumped off the train.

He stretched his arms slightly and said, "Backlund, I'm finally back. Mm, the air still has a familiar smell."

Then two voices came one after another: "Alfred! Alfred!"

He turned his head and saw his brother Hibbert and sister Audrey coming to pick him up. Hibbert looked more serious than the last time they met, and he looked more and more like a politician. His sister had grown up a lot and became more beautiful and generous - she was worthy of being the most dazzling gem in Backlund.

However, this gem of mine was picked by someone else. I want to see who has such courage.

Alfred walked over quickly and gave Hibbert a big hug. He found that his physical condition seemed to be much better than before. Then he rubbed Audrey's head and said with a smile, "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time."

The family hasn't been reunited since Alfred was transferred to the southern continent a few years ago. They felt a little strange when they first met, but now the familiar feeling has returned all of a sudden.

Alfred suddenly began to walk around Audrey, looking behind her and grabbing her arm, as if he was looking for something.

Audrey asked puzzledly, "What are you looking for, Alfred."

"Looking for that bastard who chased you? He didn't even come to greet me when I came back from the South Continent. Doesn't he really think highly of me? Hmm?"

He folded his arms and snorted, "Audrey, you have poor taste."

Audrey's face darkened when she heard him mention Edward. It had been nearly three weeks, and there was still no news about Edward. Even though she trusted Edward and Mr. Fool, she couldn't help but have some terrible thoughts from time to time.

Seeing this, Hibbert said hurriedly, "Edward... is entangled in some troubles and can't come back for a short time. Audrey is already worried about him, and you are bringing up something else."

"What's the trouble?"

Alfred stopped teasing and said seriously, "Do you need my help? I have met many people in the southern continent and on the sea in the past few years."

Audrey forced a smile and said, "No, it's just a minor inconvenience. I believe... he will be able to solve it quickly."

"Is that boy called Edward?"

"right."

"What is his family background like?"

Audrey shook her head and said, "He doesn't have any special family background, he's just an ordinary person."

Alfred laughed and said, "Hahaha, how can someone who can attract the heart of our Backlund's most dazzling gem be an ordinary person? Besides, with dad and our two brothers here, even if he is really an ordinary person, we can easily make him extraordinary."

Hibbert couldn't help coughing and said, "Edward is not ordinary at all. He... Anyway, you will know when you meet him."

Although he had just become a Beyonder not long ago, he had done his homework seriously. Beyonders had all kinds of abilities, but he had never heard of anyone saving his father from death like Edward did.

Alfred crossed his arms with interest and said, "Now that you mention it, I want to meet him even more. Just by listening to your brief description, I can't imagine him at all."

Audrey thought for a moment and said, "In fact, you may have heard of other identities Edward used before."

"Oh? You have another identity? Tell me about it."

Audrey lowered her voice and said, "He used the identity of German Sparrow when he went to sea before."

For a moment, the smile on Alfred's face froze, "Who do you say he is?"

"German Sparrow, the moody German Sparrow."

"…"

Pictures flashed through his mind quickly, and Alfred cursed: "*****!"

Hibbert and Audrey: "???"

"I don't agree with this marriage!!"

"???????"

...

1160 years have passed.

Two days later, the National Intelligence Agency's investigation and blockade of No. 7 Qiangwei Street ended, and the people who were watching openly and secretly withdrew one after another. The villa, which had been suppressed for two consecutive days, suddenly felt relaxed.

Dubois went out immediately and went to No. 28 Emerald Street. He remembered that when he first met Mr. Sparrow, he heard him say that this villa was unsafe. Thinking about what had happened during this period, it was as if he was cursed!

We must move out quickly!

Fortunately, Akasha's matter did not affect that place. Ms. Marcia had already moved her personal belongings away, and Edward could move over at any time.

"Let's move tomorrow."

Edward made the decision immediately, "We don't have much to move anyway, so we can just find a carriage and go there."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Dubois hesitated and whispered, "Mr. Sparrow, Miss Akasha..."

"She's fine."

"That's good."

He said no more and turned away.

Edward had just rested on the sofa for a short while when he heard a humming prayer sound in his ears:

"O eternal ruler of the dimension,

"The Deconstructor of the Endless Story,

"Transcendence of the past and the future."

Although it was unclear, it was obviously the voice of a little girl. Needless to say, it was Bernadette.

He walked four steps backwards and entered Sefirah Castle, spreading his spirituality towards her star. Then the little girl appeared in the depths of the gray fog:

"Mr. Sparrow, I have something nice for you, do you want it?"

As she spoke, Bernadette was holding a black leather-covered notebook in her hand, shaking it as if she was presenting a treasure.

"What?"

The gray mist and the figure sitting on the bronze chair startled her, and she said crisply, "Dad's notebook!"

Chapter 506 Snow White and the Magic Mirror

Edward wondered, "Why did you give me your father's notebook?"

"Because last time in that dream world, you seemed very interested in that kind of writing, and Dad's notes were all written in that kind of writing. I thought...it might be useful to you."

"Well."

What interested me was not the words, but the elementary school textbook... or to be more precise, the owner of the textbook, Lilith.

However, since Bernadette has already brought the thing, why not keep a backup. Maybe it will be of some miraculous effect when rescuing Roselle in the future - especially reading it to Roselle in front of Bernadette, which is better than thousands of anchors.

...

As the mist in front of her eyes disappeared, Bernadette began to wait patiently in the room, holding the "notebook" and swinging her legs.

Not long after, Edward's figure seemed to step out of thin air.

"for you!"

She jumped off the bed, held the notebook in both hands and handed it to Edward, and reminded him: "You can only study here, I have to return it later."

"OK."

Edward took the diary and flipped through it quickly.

Not surprisingly, Russell's early diaries mainly recorded some daily experiences and some of his complaints and thoughts, and a glance at them showed all kinds of fun.

Especially when he first came to Trier and became the "Son of Steam", he was the center of attention. He was still young and handsome, and was very popular with noble ladies and young ladies. They really had a lot of fun, with no limit on the venue, no limit on the number, and even no limit... and this guy was so shameless that he wrote it all down in his diary.

Roselle's diary does not record every day. It is common for it to skip three, five, or even a week. In addition, most of the entries are very short. This black leather notebook covers all his diaries from the time he traveled through time to the early days of Bernadette's birth.

Since Bernadette was born, the content of the diary has obviously become much more restrained. Although there are occasionally some outrageous contents, it is obviously much more serious overall.

It seems that the saying is quite right. A man can only truly grow up when he becomes a father.

"Okay, I'm done."

"Ah? That's so surprising!"

Bernadette was very surprised and asked again: "Does it help you?"

"Yeah, that's helpful!"

"That's good!"

She breathed a sigh of relief, looking relieved.

Edward thought for a moment and asked, "Beibei, do you know what is written in this notebook?"