I draw a card first

Chapter 110 Earl Dillez

The one living in the manor right now is the one with the highest status on Aiwen's suspicion list, and it is also the most likely.

The earl named Dillez is one of the leaders of the conservative party in the parliament, and he is also considered to be the most vehement opponent of the electric energy promotion bill.

This is not surprising, because according to Yulia's description, the other party owns the largest gas processing plant and gas lamp production plant in the nearby area, and monopolizes the supply of all related public facilities in the entire urban area.

Switching to the future generations of the earth, it is also a role like an energy overlord.

If you want to rank the loss of electric energy after the promotion, the opponent can definitely rank in the top three, so it is not incomprehensible that the opponent finds someone to kill the unlucky Viscount.

"Let's start with you!"

Looking at the increasingly gloomy, even dark sky, Ai Wen walked into the rain again, grasping the gap between the bricks and stones, and easily turned to the top of the building.

Stepping on the conical roof with a long lightning rod, he jumped lightly with his legs and easily crossed a distance of ten meters, landing on the third-floor platform opposite, which was obviously the main building.

This should be a place dedicated to sunbathing and afternoon tea, and you can also see old-style sun umbrellas, tables and chairs.

But on a rainy day, obviously no one would be interested in drinking tea in the wind, so it is empty now.

Aiwen looked around and made sure that some of the guards downstairs not far away hadn't noticed himself above him, so he turned and walked to a small wooden door on the side of the platform,
Gently pushed.

It didn't open, so the door was obviously locked.

However, this obviously cannot stop a certain paladin who has gradually opened up the unique skill of "lock picking".

He took out an iron wire twisted into a special shape and with a buckle from his arms. He squeezed the wooden door hard and slid the wire in.

His keen perception made him seem to be able to see, and he accurately buckled the iron door bolt, and then exerted a slight force to pull it a little bit, and finally successfully opened the door.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't invent this gadget, but a "gift" that Ai Wen took from the old antique dealer.

God knows why this guy put a set in the collection room. This kind of small tool bag seems to be specially used for thieves. When he chose "Elegy", someone saw it and took it away.

In addition to a few small props of this unique shape, the small bag also contains a series of tools such as a knife, flint, rope, and a small detachable claw piece. It can be called a universal tool bag (thief model) of this era.

Gently pushing open the side door, he stepped into a place similar to a storage room.

There are many tea sets, tea leaves and other things inside, just as he guessed.

That's right, the reason why I didn't go through the door on the other side was to prevent it from being a living room or something. If someone happened to be there, it would be very awkward to see each other.

Walking through the narrow storage room, accompanied by a violent roar of thunder and lightning outside, Aiwen quietly pushed the small wooden door at the opposite exit open a gap.

This is a corridor with relatively ordinary lighting.

In this kind of weather, it is as gloomy as a haunted house in an ancient castle. A small light gradually emerges from a far corner, reflecting a faint female figure.

Soon, the figure completely appeared in Alvin's sight

—A young maid with a gas lamp.

With the task of lighting the lights in the corridor so as not to accidentally fall to the ladies and gentlemen in the dark, the girl, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old and still a child, stood on tiptoe with difficulty and placed the lamps on high places one by one. Bright.

Just when she walked under the No.14 lamp as usual, put down the gas lamp in her hand, and started to take the tinder from her arms...

A hand stretched out from behind suddenly covered her mouth, ignoring her subconscious struggle, and instantly dragged her into the darkness.
A few minutes later, a figure came out of the darkness.

Looking back at the little maid who was knocked unconscious, someone closed the door intimately, and then walked to the left.

After walking about 30 steps, Ivan stopped in front of the fifth and largest door.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the faint breathing of a man inside.

If the information obtained from the little maid is correct, the owner of this manor should be reading a book at the moment. She just sent a pot of coffee there before, so she knows it very well.

"Dong dong dong..."

Knocking on the door lightly, soon a slightly old voice came from the door.

"Come in."

Pushing open the door, Ivan walked in very naturally, and then closed the door gently. An old man holding a book looked at him in astonishment, as if he was thinking about it.
——Who is this strange-looking guy?

The long-term strict guarding made him instinctively ignore the safety issues when he was in his own home. In addition, the behavior of someone was so natural, so he didn't even consider that this might be an assassin in the first place?

However, the treacherous and cunning Old Jiang still has experience after all.

Soon, he realized that something was wrong, quietly held the dagger under the table, and asked with a frown:
"who are you?"

Aiwen smiled kindly, put the wooden box in his hand on the table beside him, reached out and took off his hat, put it on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"Hello, Your Excellency Earl, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Ivan and I am a detective."

Looking at Ivan, especially when he paused slightly on the wooden box, secretly clenched the dagger in his hand, Earl Dillez asked very calmly:

"What do you want to do? If someone hires you, based on your performance, I am willing to pay ten times the price to help me do things?"

He tried to use wealth and status to shake the mind of the stranger on the opposite side, while delaying time.

It's a pity that Aiwen didn't give him too many chances. He stepped forward and waved away the dagger that the Earl stabbed in vain, and then lifted it directly from the seat!

From the moment he let the other party see him, he had no intention of letting the other party continue to live.

Anyway, according to what I heard from the coachman, this guy is not a good bird. He has done everything from murder to extinction, and using power for personal gain. Killing him will definitely not be wronged.

"Lord Earl, I want to talk to you next, I hope we don't waste each other's time, okay?"

Showing a cold smile, Ivan let go and threw Earl Dillez on the carpet.

Then he turned around and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, watching with great interest the earl walking around on the verge of suffocation, kneeling on the ground, clutching his neck and panting frantically.

"Cough, cough... what do you want to ask?!"

Quickly regaining his sanity, Earl Dillez was frantically recalling in his mind which forces he had offended recently, and would send such a powerful guy.

Is it the Viscount Lokmar who also wants to intervene in the city government project?

Or was it the group of businessmen who had seized their property from him before?

Or, it was Earl Menethil who finally discovered that his son was not his own, but his own seed?

(End of this chapter)