Palm Dragon

The holy imperial capital always came earlier this morning than other cities.

While the petals were still covered with dew, people were already lighting lamps to prepare for the morning market.

The early morning mist hadn't dissipated yet, and the sound of trampling horseshoes on Central Avenue frightened the industrious flower girl.

In the morning the town hall received an order.

"This year's guest list?" The director twirled his smooth mustache and frowned at the subordinate who rushed in to disturb him early in the morning.

Although the foreign guest list is not considered a state secret, it is not something that anyone can check.

"Exactly, my lord. This seems to be the order of Lord Francher."

Just as the director received the signing order brought along with the courier, the sound of cold leather heels hitting the floor sounded outside his office door.

"Excuse me, my lord." Although he said politely, the door of the office was pushed open without any politeness.

"Please understand, this is an urgent order." The tall servant stood in front of the door, not intending to come in. "I hope you will be magnanimous and ignore my urgency."

"Ah... That's natural..." The director hastily adjusted his glasses, looked down and said, "It seems that there is no problem..." There should be quite a few seals and signatures on the documents in his hand.

He winked at one of his subordinates, who knowingly opened the low wooden cabinet on the right side of the office, rummaged through the bottom of the drawer full of chocolates and mints, and pulled out a stack of thick papers.

While he was frantically picking up the mints that had accidentally dropped out and stuffing them back, the director saw that the servant's brow seemed to twitch.

"This year's list is all here. If you plan to visit each house, I suggest sending Drago to go with you so that you can lead the way..."

"No need." The waiter replied simply. "We'll always find a way."

He simply took the list, saluted and left immediately.

The director wished that he would leave quickly, so he hurriedly pushed his subordinates who were cramped to one side to see off the guests.

The other party still indifferently rejected his kindness, and the sound of cold footsteps quickly diminished and disappeared.

The director took off his glasses: "Early in the morning...Dorag, I hope to have a cup of coffee..."

"I told Donna before, I guess this will be delivered together with your bagel." Drago graciously opened the big chair behind the desk for him. "It was really choking just now..."

"Isn't it?" The director sighed exaggeratedly. "The Franchers are freaks, freaks..." Arrogant in addition to his fanatical study of the dark arts.

"But it looks well-trained."

"Training! That's why even a chief magistrate can be so rude—where's my coffee?" The chief leaned back in his chair comfortably: "No matter which unlucky outsider provokes the Franchers, it's Be prepared...they have a lot of work today."

Just as he predicted, today's residential lease and trade area in the holy imperial capital is particularly unsettled.

The uniformed cavalry knocked on the door of the red-roofed house one by one, and each carriage was equipped with exquisite and eccentric instruments.

The aristocrat smiled and put down the curtains that he lifted up. From the second floor where he was, a black carriage with the family crest painted on it was parked outside their small garden.

"I'll bet they carried more than one instrument for detecting dark elements besides memory portraits."

"That's an obvious fact," Layton replied.

The search came faster than he had expected.

Now should he be thankful that Ed and those two troublemakers are running around again?Mr. Proud that day really didn't intend to let it go.I am afraid that the two young men drew their own memories and drew many wanted portraits for them that night.

But no matter what, now it's only him and Layton, so things are much easier to handle.

Essie happily watched Layton go downstairs, his eyes resting on the delicate flowers he cut from the garden yesterday.

What a pity, Mr. Noble thought regretfully.

This time, I'm afraid I really have to say goodbye to this lovely garden.

The hand bell at the garden gate rang in time.

This area belongs to a place far from the center of the inner city. If there is any commotion in a foreign land, it usually happens here—so the commander of this operation, that is, the chief waiter Hora who personally went to the city hall this morning Sponsored the search in this area.

He withdrew his hand from ringing the bell and waited for a response from the current owner of the house.

It was probably still early, and after a while, the lights in the front hall came on.

The door opened.

To Horrath's surprise, a tall, tall and handsome young man came out. If those charming amber eyes were not so indifferent, it is estimated that more than half of the girls in the Holy Emperor would be willing to leave with him after the ceremony. .

He thought it was the housekeeper or housewife who got up early to answer the door at this time.

Horace saluted him, and took out a warrant to show the man in front of him. "I wish you well, sir. We have come on official business."

The man was silent for a while, then reached out to take the official document in his hand and looked at it.

"Hope it didn't bother you too much, sir."

"...Of course we understand." The man returned the document to him, and Horace noticed that his fingers were long and graceful, but a little pale.

Motioning to those behind him to bring something, Horace followed the red-haired man through the garden.

The fireplace in the front hall could be seen to have just been lit, and it wasn't burning very well.

Holras unfolded the file in his hand.

"216 Tulip Road...Mr. Douglas?"

"Leighton Agassi."

Holras checked. "……housekeeper?"

Leighton moved out of the aisle to allow the valet behind Horace to enter the antechamber.

"What's the matter with these gentlemen, Layton?" Iss, in his dressing gown, walked down the stairs.

Horrath took a step back so that the servant behind him could see Yisi's face clearly.

There is no need for coded communication, and Horrath has also seen the avatar displayed in the memory.

Neither the red-haired young man in front of him nor the gray-haired gentleman in dressing gown were looking for someone.

An old man, a silver-haired man and a blond blood, an elf...Horras excluded half of them in his heart.

"It's just a matter of routine, sir." After confirming that none of the instruments carried by the servant behind him responded, Holras flipped through the list in his hand. "There are 4 places registered above?"

"My nephew and maid, sir."

He is a very particular person.Horace marked the list. "Can I meet them?"

"Is there a problem?" Ice looked worried. "My nephew hasn't woken up yet, you know young people always like to sleep in... but Dolly the maid is in the kitchen..."

Holrath stood watching in the vestibule, and from the kitchen came the clatter of milk jugs and the sound of frying pans.

"No, there is no need to disturb the young master." Horace decided to leave. "I'm sorry to disturb you again—but this is just a routine inspection, please rest assured."

Since the instrument didn't respond to the dark attribute, and went upstairs to wake up the sleeping young man, even Horrath would think it was too rude and a spoiler.

He still has a lot of houses to check.

The Francher family's detection equipment had never failed, and if there was anything wrong, there should have been movement when they stepped into the garden.

However, before leaving, the cautious Horrath asked his subordinates to look around the kitchen.

Until the red-haired butler sent them out, Horace still had some doubts.

"Is there something wrong, my lord?"

Horace smoothed the wrinkles on his hat and spoke slowly. "Lanny, is the probe really unresponsive?"

"The probe is as quiet as it is now, my lord."

Holras, who has been scouting for the Franchers all the year round, always felt that something was wrong with his work this morning.

"Is there really a maid in the kitchen?"

"I took a few glances. There was a maid humming and boiling milk with her back to the door. Her skirt was as blue as the cornflowers in the vase." Lanny felt that his boss was worrying too much. Since the detector didn't respond, That would mean that the family were just visiting the holy capital like other outlanders—young housekeepers (probably heirs); sensitive novelists; jovial maids and playboy nephews.There is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Holras glanced at Lanney and got into the carriage.

There is still a lot of work to be done today.

But regarding his young master, Horrath couldn't say that he had no doubts at all.

After all, there are no signs of abnormality in the various barriers in the sacred imperial capital. It is too arrogant to apply to the high priest for a city-wide investigation based on a young nobleman.

The magic of the great magician Annan will not be so easy to use.

If there were really "evil blood races and winged demons" as the young master said, the other great magicians in the city would have already acted.

Instead of holding official documents and asking them to investigate each family—in Holras' view, this signing order is just an innocuous face for the Pope to sell the Franker family.

The chief waiter sighed indistinctly.

Still, he felt like he was missing something.

Whether it's the housekeeper who is too young, or the host who looks very neurotic.

Illusion?hope is...

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In the mere minutes after Horace's departure, the normally efficient Cappadocia put everything in order.

"Do you think that serious Sergeant will have a second inspection? We can no longer receive him..." Iss has already changed back to the beige black fleece jacket, and his hair and face have not returned to the original look.

"I saw this gray-haired gentleman from a biography, and his hair color matches my coat." There are some interesting books in the study of this house, and Iss took an insert from a book at random to "use it for reference." "Are.But he still paid attention, the person who invented the six rhyming poems should be quite unpopular, and it was 300 years ago.

Cappadocia silently put the last bone china cup that Iss liked very much into his carry-on space, ignoring Mr. Noble who looked triumphantly in the mirror.

The butler is depressed.

The people of the Franchers actually made Layton's face into a portrait search wanted, which made Cappadocia very unhappy.

Because this means that at least for a short period of time—at least until he leaves the holy imperial capital, he can no longer use the image of that old man.

This makes Cappadocia, which has a low-key obsession, very uncomfortable.

Of course Yiss knew what he was depressed about, but he always thought that his Mensao butler was young and handsome, which matched his image better.

"Okay." Mr. Noble picked up his cane, and took a last look at the house where he had lived for a long time. "Ah, yes..."

Is looked towards the kitchen, the faint singing continued.

He snapped his fingers, and the sound stopped abruptly.

"I wasted a cornflower that bloomed just right." Iss shook his head, and walked out the door with the butler into the sunshine.

"Fascinating weather." Mr. Noble curled his lips. "It's time for us to go—retrieve the lost children, and go to Saka."