Flowers, Swords and France

While Charles was still toasting with Albert, another meeting was taking place at the same time in another corner of the same city. The protagonist of this meeting was the person that Ciel was worried about.

"How is the recent investigation, Mr. Kongze? Is there any new information?"

In a dark alley on a certain street, Miss Agnes de Nordlyen asked the man in front of her seemingly casually.

The parasol that was always with her was not opened, but was folded in her hand. However, the danger of this weapon did not decrease by half.

Although she used the honorific title, her tone was cold and devoid of any enthusiasm.

This kind of indifference and rejection of others, although Agnes did not do it deliberately - she was like this to almost everyone - subtly hurt the strong self-esteem in Kongze's heart. He did not think that the princess had any qualifications to boss him around.

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However, as usual, he perfectly hid the slight anger in his heart under his expressionless face.

"Yes, yes, but it may not make you happy." He replied in a low voice, without any ups and downs in his tone. "Oh? Please tell me?" Agnes was slightly surprised.

"We did find some traces of this man named Francois de Lageang before." Kongze lowered his head slightly, "He came to Paris more than three months ago and worked in a small restaurant. He stayed in the hotel for a few days, and according to the boss’s recollection, he seemed to have come back from a distant place, looking very tired, and he didn’t have much money with him.”

"Then what?" Agnes suddenly increased her voice.

"After this guest stayed for a few days, a lady suddenly came to visit one day." Kong Ze continued, "According to the boss's report, this lady looks to be under fifty years old. Although she was not dressed in a glamorous manner, she looked like a noble lady. As soon as she arrived, she ran to the guest's room and the two of them seemed to have been chatting for a long time..."

"This bastard." Agnes cursed in a voice that only she could hear clearly.

Then, she continued to look at Kong Ze. "Then what?!"

"Then, the next day, the guest asked the boss to check out." Kong Ze's tone remained calm, "At this time, he found that the guest seemed to be suddenly much richer. He thought that the guest was That lady's old lady got the money from her..." Agnes frowned but said nothing.

"He left the hotel in a hackney carriage, and we later went to find the driver. According to the driver's account, we found an apartment, but when we traced it there, the apartment was no longer there. There is no trace of this person, and he has obviously left there, and we didn't get much valuable information from other people's accounts, so... we have lost the target for the time being."

When he said this, Kong Ze couldn't help but have a hint of regret in his tone - they were not the police after all. There is no way to use too drastic means to "question" so many people.

"That is to say, you want to tell me that there is absolutely nothing you can do now, right?" Agnes's tone became stiffer, "Is this what you have achieved after working so hard for so long?"

"It's unfair to say that, Miss." Bathed in this kind of gaze, Kong Ze's face and tone remained unchanged, "In order to achieve your sudden commission, we have made great efforts and mobilized a lot of manpower. Hundreds of them, almost turning half of the city upside down..."...

"But the results were so unsatisfactory." Agnes interrupted, as if she had no interest in their efforts. She was naturally in no mood to appease these people now.

This tone hurt Kong Ze's deep self-esteem even more. He would never tolerate anyone who dared to look down on him in his work, not even the princess or the boss's aunt.

"If you want to say that, it's too unfair. Are we the only ones responsible?" He raised his head and looked to the side. "You only gave us a name, and then asked us to search frantically in this metropolis. How should we find it?! Isn't the situation already obvious? This person has changed to a pseudonym, or rather This name was originally a pseudonym, but now it has become obsolete and can no longer be found by name. And you have told us nothing of value except that! Now you come to accuse us of not trying our best enough! ? Miss, whose responsibility is this?”

Although Kongze's tone was not intense, this accusation still made Agnes furious.

She held the umbrella in her hand tightly, as if she couldn't help but take action.

"Miss, if you want me to help you find this person as soon as possible, I think it's best for you to tell me the truth. Only in this way can I help you better." Under the stern gaze of the princess , there was still no expression change on Kong Ze's face, "Since you choose to need my help, you should trust me, otherwise, you will just ask a group of blind men to help you, which will not be of any help to the actual situation."

After he finished speaking, he said no more and just looked at the other party provocatively, waiting for her final answer.

Under this slightly rude gaze, Agnes pursed her lips tightly and fell into a rather hesitant state.

Should I reveal more information to him?

If you reveal it to him, you will take risks - he will probably convey everything he said to his nephew; but if you don't say anything, it will be difficult to rely on the power of this group of people to quickly reach the city of nearly one million people. Find that person in the most populated city.

During this period of time, she had already seen the ability of Kong Ze and their power to command most of the underground gangs in Paris. If this power is not used properly. That would be such a shame.

Besides, even if he doesn't say anything, Ciel may not be able to know everything after a while - then. It would be better to find that person as soon as possible, then create a time lag and settle the matter quickly before the nephew reacts. At that point, even if he had any objections or even wanted revenge, it wouldn't matter.

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After a short period of thinking, Agnes finally made up her mind.

"Okay. Sir, you are right, I should indeed rely more on your ability." She smiled slightly. As if to ease the atmosphere between the two, "I don't have any prejudice or dissatisfaction with you, it's just my personality. Please don't take what just happened to your heart."

"Of course I have no right to be angry with you, Miss." Kong Ze bowed down seemingly respectfully. "I just think we should help you in a more reasonable way, and I'm glad you can see that."

Agnes had no interest in telling him any more false words, so she spoke directly.

"Let me tell you about this person carefully. Please listen carefully."

"Please tell me." Kong Ze nodded, then pricked up his ears and listened.

"This man is in his forties. He has short blond hair, which is slightly white, and his eyes are blue-grey. His chin is a bit pointed and his body is a bit thin. His back is also slightly arched, his face is pale, and he doesn't look particularly energetic. Okay." Agnes raised her head and looked at the sky, not knowing what kind of expression she would use to describe this. He continued, "He behaves very politely. He usually speaks a southern dialect, but in fact he also uses Parisian dialect very smoothly and his voice is a bit deep. He is very low-key. He may be using other aliases now, but these are changes." No way... In addition, there may be a person beside him. What is that person like?

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