book of old days

Chapter 31 The Great Detective Olivier
Ragnar nodded, "Of course, but we have to hurry up, it gets dark early here."

The two walked out of the room and walked out of the town.

Oak Valley is located in the northeast of the town. Although it is called Oak Valley, there are not many oak trees in the valley. Instead, it is full of spruce, pine, and birch trees.

The two walked into the dense forest. The dim sunlight shone on Sean's body through the gaps between the trees, reflecting speckled shadows. There was almost no complete road to walk in this valley, but fortunately, there was an open space between the trees. It's fairly flat, stepping on dead branches and leaves all the way forward. Sean looked around vigilantly, guarding against wild beasts that might appear suddenly, but Ragnar walked lazily. The hare turned a blind eye.

The two climbed over a slope, and a manor in a valley appeared in Xiao En's sight.

The terrain of this valley is quite ingenious. It is surrounded by steep mountain walls on three sides. The valley is full of trees. Only the southwest is the road leading to the town. Standing on the slope, you can see the landscape surrounding the manor. The fence and birch trees looked gloomy and desolate under the dark sky, a goshawk stood on a protruding branch, it was not known whether it was thinking or looking for food——

It can be said that it is quite remote here. The mansion in the middle of the manor is a three-story brick and wood building. It looks very old. The main body of the building still has the rough and primitive style of the ancient Nords. You can see the oak relief, which is the totem of the original god worshiped by the Nords.

Sean is a little strange, didn't you say that this manor is newly built?

Facing his doubts, Ragnar was very calm.

"The businessman is a thrifty guy. He tore down the abandoned temple and built this mansion directly with the materials that were removed. Look, there are reliefs of god statues on the wall. The bearded man is the main god Aum, and the one with the bow and arrow The one holding the harp is the god of hunting, Sherlock, and the one holding the harp is the goddess of aurora, Syndora..."

Sean nodded. He could understand this kind of behavior. It is obviously very expensive to transport construction materials into such a remote valley. If you are a businessman, using local materials is undoubtedly a routine operation.

As a result, this mansion has a somewhat mysterious and ancient temperament. From the outside, it is undoubtedly gloomy and ancient, but it also has a certain heavy feeling. The building made of rock is very strong, with thick doors and windows. It is obviously not suitable for lighting, but it is more and more suitable for concealing people's eyes and ears.

The whole house looked stark, more a fortress than any building, and not even the walnut trees swaying in the wind could soften it.

It's too big, too gray, too barren, an ugly, solid house
For a moment, he stared at the weird mansion in front of him, as if he saw the sacred and solemn scene of the temple in the past. The statues of gods were neatly arranged in the hall, and the Nords brought sacrifices to pray to the ancient gods... …

However, it was just a trance, and the scene disappeared.

He stroked his hair and smiled at his rich imagination.

Sean walked into the gate, looked at the empty front hall and the deep corridor, but was quite satisfied in his heart. This place is very suitable for studying his summoning ceremony, even if he makes a bomb, no one will hear it.

Although the interior of the building is old, it is not dilapidated. It seems that time has not left too obvious marks on it.

"If I want to buy this place, how much will it cost?"

"Five hundred gold pounds." Ragnar said in a deep voice, as if it was a lot of money.

Xiao En smiled, compared to such a large house, this price is very cost-effective.

However, Xiao En still decided to pay back the price. The so-called money does not show up. For this kind of remote and remote place, being a rich and wealthy person in the eyes of others is not necessarily a good thing.

"It's too expensive. I don't have that much money. Besides, no one wants this poor house-300 gold pounds."

Ragnar gave him a very strange look, as if this bargaining behavior was an inexplicable behavior, and Sean was a little embarrassed by this look.

"Okay, then 400 gold pounds, no more!"

Ragnar was unmoved, "500 gold pounds, accept or decline."

Sean saw his determination from Ragnar's calm eyes, and he realized almost immediately that this was the difference between the Nords and the Bretons. If they were the Bretons, they might use various methods to raise To raise or lower an item in order to obtain a price favorable to oneself.

However, the Nords don't have so many tricks, accept or reject, it's a very simple choice.

Well, he somewhat appreciates this honest attitude.

"Accept." Sean said.

So the deal was concluded in such a decisive or hasty way. Ragnar gave him the keys to the manor without even asking him to pay a deposit. The official handover will take place in the town hall, but before that, Ragnar allowed him to experience the house first.

Ragnar took a step ahead, and Sean wandered around the house, and soon went up to the balcony on the third floor, which is the highest point of the whole mansion. From his position, he can clearly see most of the valley. area.

Looking at the valley in the distance, Sean is quite full of ambition. This remote and secluded valley is like a sanctuary specially prepared for him. It is time to start his own plan and master the ancient power of the old book ——I don’t know what’s going on at Sword Castle.

At this time, the goshawk that had been standing on the branch suddenly swooped down, grabbed a rabbit from the grass, and flew away with a cry.

Sword Castle - Grand Theatre.

Olivier walked through the carpeted corridor, ignoring the helpless and annoyed eyes of the theater owner-the police coming and going every day is not a good thing for business, and it is especially bad. Guests here for fun, there was a kidnapping here not long ago.

"This is it." Charles, who was leading the way, said.

Unsealed the door, the two entered the room, the room remained the same as that night, with the overturned chair, the copper pot rolled into the corner, and the faint smell of urine on the bed.

"Did someone knock over the chamber pot?" Olivier covered his nose in disgust.

"It's the woman who was with little Lanster. She was a little frightened."

Well, Olivier nodded and continued to observe the changes in the room.

Charles didn't dare to breathe, and waited quietly on the sidelines. Olivier was a famous detective hired by the Duke from Bran at a high price. In the current situation of being helpless, Charles very much hoped that the other party would be able to do this in this case. He played a key role in the case, so it doesn't matter if he loses the face of the Royal Police.

However, after waiting for a long time, Olivier was still checking there, and the expression on his face did not change at all.

Charles finally couldn't help asking: "How, can you see anything?"

"A detective's detective skills are not magical young people. Investigating a crime scene takes time and meticulous observation."

He carefully stepped across the obviously wrinkled carpet, and his eyes fell on a chair that had fallen on the ground. There was a mark cut out by a sword on the back of the chair, which was obviously a mark left by a fight.

It looked like little Lanster had resisted.

"He's missing his sword, too?" asked Olivier.

"Yes, it is likely that the kidnapper took it away. The sword is inlaid with precious stones and is very valuable, at least hundreds of gold pounds." Charles' tone was envious and regretful.

"Did the security outside see the kidnapper?"

"No, I didn't notice anything. There are night guards on guard at night. It stands to reason that it is impossible to disappear for no reason."

"Unless the guards lied, maybe they were negligent, to avoid punishment, so—"

"No, there are two guards in each shift here, and they change shifts every three hours. At that time, they had just taken over, and someone passed by and saw them when they were on guard."

Olivier nodded, "Then it was through the window?"

"The window was closed and there was no sign of it being opened, and there was nothing outside the window."

"Is there a tunnel or a secret door?" Olivier knew that some theaters would have this design for dignitaries and lovers to have a tryst.

Charles shook his head again: "No, there is nothing, we searched the whole room, except for a door and a window, there is no exit here."

"Is that so—hmph, it's really a very clever method."

Olivier wandered around, and there was indeed no trace of the window being opened, but it was obviously impossible for the kidnapper and little Lancet to disappear out of thin air...

He wandered around the room and stopped for a moment in front of the mirror. There was an unclear gray dust footprint under the mirror, which was obviously a little different from the tidy environment in the room.

Just as he thought he had found a clue, he suddenly noticed many other dusty footprints on the carpet in the room.

"How many people were there on the night of the incident?"

"A lot, you know, the kidnapping of the Duke's son, it's a big deal."

Olivier shook his head speechlessly. These stupid policemen really only do bad things as described in the book. It seems that the footprints should only be left by some stupid policeman.

He sighed, you have left so many footprints, what else do you expect me to find here?

Charles was a little flustered by his sigh, "How about Mr. Detective? Is there any result?"

Olivier nodded, "There is only one truth. When all other possibilities are eliminated and there is one left, no matter how impossible it is, it is the truth."

Charles immediately became happy, "Ha, so you are also a reader of Mr. Forrester."

Olivier nodded, "Although there are many mistakes, omissions and absurdities in that book, I think this sentence makes sense."

"Then what is your conclusion?"

Olivier said solemnly: "Magic, or some kind of supernatural power, the kidnapper must be some kind of strange person, or a wizard or something, other than that, I can't think of any other way to do this .”

Magic... Charles looked at Olivier with the eyes of a madman. Is this the so-called great detective?

"Is that all? Is this the result of all your investigations?" He asked in disbelief.

"No, besides that, I have another discovery. I think the kidnapper is most likely a staff member of Jianbao University."

Olivier pointed to the dressing table. On the dressing table next to the mirror, there was a badge.

He picked up the badge and took a look, a little unbelievable that these useless policemen didn't even find such an obvious clue.

Charles said disapprovingly: "This should be the school badge of Little Lanster, and Little Lanster is a student of Sword Castle University."

"No, this is a professor's badge, and only professors at the University of Sword Castle are eligible to wear it."

(End of this chapter)