[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

After Lydia got the title, Mrs. Smith became busy, and she often took the place of Lydia to attend some political meetings that Lydia was not interested in.

This is also the case on this day. Lydia was led by Sherlock to Mrs. Jones's house, and they went to investigate the murderer who killed Mr. Jones together.

Mrs. Smith, on the other hand, went to the so-called gathering of nobles, led by some of the most powerful nobles in London, and almost all the nobles on the list were represented.

Such political meetings are usually held by nobles, or their eldest son or wife. Of course, wives are relatively rare, and usually occur when the husband dies and the heir is young.

Attendance of a ceremonial nature like Mrs. Smith is also within the acceptable range, but this kind of only has the right to observe and has no right to express opinions.

Mrs. Smith's attendance at this party was purposeful, or in other words, her previous attendance, and further on, Lydia's fight for the title was all to obtain this admission ticket.

And in this party, Mrs. Smith's only target is the Duchess of Norfolk, the enemy she has been looking for for a long time.

The duchess is Mrs. Smith's old friend, once best friend, and now enemy.

The last time Mrs. Smith went to the wizarding world to stop her, but unfortunately she failed, but this time, Mrs. Smith finally came to her.

This kind of gathering, who loves power, and the duchess who married the duke for the sake of power will definitely appear.

Last year, the Duke of Norfolk passed away and was succeeded by his only son, a 13-year-old boy.

So logically, the Duchess of Norfolk became the spokesperson of her late husband and young son, the representative of this title.

The first time Mrs. Smith entered the meeting place, she saw the Duchess of Norfolk surrounded by the crowd. She didn't seem to be affected by her husband's death, and she was still in good spirits.

For Mrs. Smith, this was their reunion after decades. She had planned for a long time, but she was unexpectedly not excited.

Maybe it's been too long, she just feels relieved, this person is already in front of her eyes, approaching her, killing her, she is relieved.

Mrs. Smith walked into the crowd by the sofa with a calm expression, as if she was a qualified housekeeper who was present on behalf of the master, and had a conversation with someone she had recently become acquainted with, but she kept focusing on her target from the corner of her eye.

During the conversation, it seemed that everyone in the venue, and everyone's conversation direction would involuntarily revolve around the man of the scene - the Duchess of Norfolk.

Unlike Mrs. Smith, who is old and serious now, the young Duchess still has her charm, and her beauty and momentum make her very attractive.

"Since the Duke of Norfolk passed away last year, the Duchess has kept a low profile. I heard that she and her children are very sad, so there are even fewer social activities. I didn't expect her to come today."

This is the butler of a marquis. He seems to know the situation of the nobles very well, and he speaks clearly.

"You're not entirely right. The Duke and Duchess of Norfolk are low-key, but their social interaction has not been delayed at all. They seem low-key only because they have always only socialized with the rich and powerful. For others, they were rejected by them. Not even given a chance."

Someone who knew better about the situation spoke up, and it sounded malicious, but no one who heard it said anything.

"However, after the death of the Duke, the status of the Duchess may not be so easy to maintain."

The marquis steward who was refuted was not annoyed, but continued to ask. It seems that everyone has a heart for gossip.

The other listeners were the same, looking forward to the person who broke the news.

Mrs. Smith also pricked up her ears. It is also difficult for Smith to inquire about the Duke's family, which is separated from ordinary people and is carefully guarded. It would be great to inquire now.

"Yeah, so didn't she show up? In order to maintain her status, she attended this party. Speaking of which, her son is also 14 or 15 years old, and he is half an adult. She asked her son to come and see more Listen, it wouldn't be better to get to know everyone, but you will know if she chooses to come by herself, the Duchess' ambition is probably not small."

Between the words, the insider's rejection of the Duchess was already evident.

While everyone digested the man's words, Mrs. Smith stared at the man.

This is a stranger, at least Mrs. Smith does not know him, but he is not like Mrs. Smith and the observers. It is a bit strange, a nobleman mixed with the stewards of other nobles My lord spoke ill of a duchess to them...

Thinking of this, Mrs. Smith still put this person on her follower list.

If he was really an enemy of the Duchess of Norfolk, well, Mrs. Smith might have an ally.

If it's not an enemy, but just doesn't like the Duchess, so she has nothing to do to blackmail her, then Mrs. Smith has no loss, and knowing more about the situation is also powerful for her.

After making up her mind, Mrs. Smith chose to sit on the sofa not far from the speaker.

"It may also be that the duchess loves her son and wants to wait a little longer. Fourteen or fifteen years old is still a little younger."

"It must be your own child, then it may be love."

This person still speaks directly and harshly, but this sentence is a bit too much.

The news bomb in his words finally dissipated the little people who didn't want to cause trouble.

Only Mrs. Smith stayed, and she only found it more interesting to hear someone who meant that the new young duke was not the son of the old duchess.

"What's the name of this unfamiliar gentleman?"

Mrs. Smith spoke to the man directly.

A stranger, a stranger who seems to know the secrets of many nobles, most people will avoid it, but some people will be interested, that is a person with a purpose.

Mrs. Smith realized that the man's previous remarks might have been so blunt on purpose, that he was waiting for someone interested in what he knew to come to him.

As confident as Mrs. Smith dared to try this person's purpose, she stayed and spoke first.

...........................

Mrs. Smith seems to be gaining a lot here, and things are not so good for Lydia and Sherlock there.

When Lydia and Sherlock arrived, they found that Mrs. Jones's house was really in a mess.

Mr. Jones did not return from the voyage, which was the voyage Lydia paid for.

Mrs. Jones fell ill immediately after the death of her eldest son.

The second son of Mrs. Jones, who was supposed to be in charge at this time, did not take over the Jones family as the new heir.

The second young master was losing his temper some time ago, because his mother did not allow him to get engaged to the woman he loved, so he had been away from home for a few days and was not at home.

Mrs. Jones's house is barely managed by the housekeeper, but at this time people are panic-stricken, and it is inevitable that they will be careless.

No, Lydia and Sherlock sat on the sofa for a while, but the butler still didn't show up, even a cup of black tea was served.

"Sherlock, I didn't expect you to have such a hard time investigating the case. When you are not welcomed, you don't even have a cup of hot tea. I'm curious. Who entrusted you with this case?"

Lydia was accompanied by Sherlock, but she didn't really feel anything. Even if she was away from home, she couldn't get too close to Sherlock, so she could only chat and complain about Sherlock.

"The butler came to the door in person, and he brought Mrs. Jones's personal letter."

Sherlock replied simply and earnestly. In fact, he took the case because of Lydia's acquaintance with the Jones family.

Since Mr. Hurt obstructed the entrustment last summer, Sherlock's requirements for the case have become higher. If he is not interested, he will not accept it. If it is too simple and clear, he will not accept it. If Lydia would not like it, he will not accept it...

Anyway, Sherlock enjoyed spending time with Lydia, but Lydia disliked Sherlock a bit.

After all, vagrants are too similar to tramps.

And now both Sherlock and Lydia are unemployed, that is, homeless people who don't know how they came here.

Regarding Lydia's complaints, Sherlock has always gone his own way, especially after John moved away, Sherlock almost took Lydia's side as his home.

Presumably, John and Mary are married, so of course they moved out of 221b.

Along with Mary, John opened a small practice right after their honeymoon.

It is the kind of small clinic where patients are treated downstairs and people live upstairs. The small building was kindly provided by Lydia, and the location was selected based on Sherlock's data support.

With her own efforts and John's training, Mary has become John's qualified assistant and nurse.

So many things have happened these days, but the relationship between Lydia and Sherlock has always been like this, chatting and making fun of each other, making complaints about each other and living a sweet life.

When Sherlock is not busy, he spends his days comfortably with Lydia, and when Lydia is not busy, he runs around with Sherlock and commissions. The days pass quickly.

"Then how did little Mr. Jones die?"

Asked about this, Lydia felt a little scary. A once young and promising young man died suddenly, and he was still someone she knew. Lydia still turned pale after a long period of psychological construction.

Sherlock held Lydia's hand reassuringly.

"It's poison. It happened the night before yesterday, at his house, in his own room."

Sherlock was a little dissatisfied with the poor hospitality of the Jones family, especially when Lydia was there.

"You said that the poisoning was probably done by a woman, Mr. Jones's confidante?"

Lydia analyzed positively, and she shrank her neck by the way, feeling that this guess made people uncomfortable.

"I can't draw conclusions that early, I need to know more."

Sherlock thought Lydia felt cold, so he frowned and poked the wood in the fireplace himself to make the fire more vigorous.

"You're right, but looking at the current situation, I think that maybe no one will cooperate with our investigation until dinner."

Having positioned herself as Sherlock's useless assistant, Lydia said "we".

"The butler is here."

Sherlock patted Lydia's hand and shook his head. Before he finished speaking, the housekeeper pushed the door open and entered.

Under Lydia's adoring eyes, Sherlock, who had just heard the footsteps, didn't explain, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but the unhappiness in front disappeared.

"The two of you have been waiting for a long time."

The housekeeper was sweating profusely this winter, he first apologized and then explained the reason.

"Mrs. Jones went to rest in a state of exhaustion. We knew that a distinguished guest was coming. We called her outside Mrs. Jones's door, but she shouldn't! We were negligent in the panic, but please help me find a way."

Facing the flustered and incoherent butler, Sherlock and Lydia looked at each other, both feeling that the current situation is not good.

At the request of the butler, Lydia followed Sherlock upstairs with the butler.

The door of Mrs. Jones' room was locked, and the maid at the door knocked on the door with a mournful face, but there was no answer.

"Are you sure Mrs. Jones is in there?"

It wasn't that Lydia asked the question knowingly, she just didn't want this lady to have an accident.

"Miss Lydia, we all confirmed that Madam is here."

The butler's face was also gloomy. He was crying like the maid, obviously everyone thought the same.

"Then knock on the door. Isn't the housekeeper all found?"

Sherlock pointed to a manservant who was obviously tall and strong, indicating that he understood what the butler was thinking, and that he agreed to do so.

Without bothering to explain or think too much, the butler asked the servant Sherlock pointed out to knock down the door.

The room was dark, and the people at the door couldn't see the situation inside clearly for a while, only vaguely seeing someone lying on the bed.