Creator's Steam Fairy

Chapter 49 The Round-Faced Fat Chicken and Miss Estelle

"Can't find it, no response. Do they already know that I can rely on resonance to find their tracks?"

When it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, Luria, who had drank a stomach full of water, got a little impatient.

She has always maintained a huge detection force field, and even she can hardly afford this kind of consumption... Just name it Magic Force Field Resonance Detection.

What came after dinner was just a fleeting feeling, and she didn't figure out the distance, direction and quantity.

"Unlikely, it should just be to save energy."

Alice is very helpless to Luria's expression of disbelief, how should she explain to Little Fenmao—who would have thought that the phenomenon of tasteless resonance can be used for long-distance investigation... Who can be like her, who can do it by herself? A seemingly endless supply of energy.

If the pink hair is sold to a factory or the army of a certain country - it should be worth a lot of money.

Self-propelled power generation core, equipped with magic detection function, can also replace construction machinery.

She's not actually human, is she?She is actually a decisive weapon secretly researched by a certain country—the pink-haired logistics support system, right?

That's a lot of money.

"I'm going to bed first, call me if you need anything."

Finding that Alice was looking at her more and more strangely, Loria quickly slipped away.

After spending half an hour grooming herself to the point where she smelled good, she rolled up the quilt and lay down in front of the fireplace again, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Roll to the coffee table, take Alice's "Sleep Book", roll back to the fireplace, open the book and start reading.

A few minutes later, Loria, who was full of Cauchy and Lagrange in...in...in..., fell asleep with her head on one side.

【Ha ha】

The brilliance emanating from the ring enveloped the book that was still on the side of Luria, and then fell silent.

It is wrong, and it is nothing more than a creation enjoying the fruits of civilization.

it no longer...

【Restarting】

……

Captain Crespo sat motionless at his desk and looked at the owl in front of him.

Let's say it's an owl.

"I have something to ask you, do you know the whereabouts of Loria Estelle?"

The mechanical owl made of metal parts made a female voice mixed with heavy noise, and the eyes on its head kept making crisp clicking sounds, and the lenses that kept adjusting the focal length seemed to want to see every detail of Captain Crespo's face clearly. expression.

"Who are you? Why are you hiding behind the machine? What is your purpose?"

Estelle?Isn't Loria's surname Romero... The reason why Captain Crespo didn't hit the owl that trespassed in his study with a hammer was because the black muzzle protruding from its abdomen was pointing obliquely at his head.

"I would like to ask you, why did Miss Estelle disappear after you met her?"

"I advise you not to try to resist, one milligram of toxin can easily take away a cow."

Captain Crespo, holding the gun in his right hand and hiding under the table, felt a tingling pain in his left hand—a mechanical dragonfly was resting on the back of his hand, and a thin metal thorn with barbs was poking at the back of his left hand.

When did it stop on his hand?Captain Crespo, who was dazed by a series of incomprehensible machines, couldn't recall, but he never accepted the threat: "Come at me if you have the guts, what's the point of bullying a little girl? I don't know who you are, but I I'm not afraid of you!"

"Can't you talk well?" Another ordinary male voice came from the owl, he complained a few words and said: "Mr. Crespo, I apologize for my companion's rudeness, we just want to find and To protect the citizens of our country."

"A citizen of your country?"

Captain Crespo was puzzled, why such a clumsy lie was used to deceive him... The woman had a Gabby accent, and the man who was speaking now... the stern and stern Londinian accent was right.

The owl replied in a male voice: "Yes, if you have no objection, we can present evidence."

Can he object?Captain Crespo smiled wryly and shook his head. Before he could answer, he heard the slight sound of something unlocking his door, the sound of footsteps coming from the old stairs, and the sound of the study door being pushed open.

"Let me see your evidence."

He didn't put down his gun at all, and slowly turned to look at the two people who walked in - a young man in a black formal suit and a woman in a long black skirt, and two guns aimed at him.

"Meet you again, Detective Curly, this time I'm the one to ask questions."

The woman lifted the veil under her top hat and nodded at Captain Crespo.

It was Joanna who was charged with murder.

Captain Crespo's eyes were wide open, his head was in a mess. He thought that the person who came to him was a villain hiding in the army... This time, Joanna, who was detained by him and apparently framed, came to ask about Loria's whereabouts ?

What's wrong with this world?

"See for yourself"

The young man handed the briefcase in his hand to Captain Crespo, who took it and finally put down the gun after thinking about it.

Already being pointed at by three guns, and holding the gun just to show his position, he took a deep breath, opened the briefcase, and took out a stack of documents from it to read.

L. R. Estelle, daughter of the Earl of Fries, was born on September 335, 9 in the new calendar, in the Westminster Borough of Rondinian, and her home address is...

The seal and signature of the City of Westminster City Council are affixed on the back.

An identification document, stamped and signed by the Ambassador of Britannia.

Regarding the identity documents of the runaway girl; Loria's family commissioned the embassy to find her letters and a replacement passport; the naturalist society commissioned Loria to decipher an ancient text; Earl Fries and Benedy The earl jointly wrote a letter to Prime Minister Gambia, asking him to provide all conveniences to retrieve Romero...Miss Estelle.

A lot of certificates and letters issued by different departments and people to prove each other.

Simply flawless.

But official documents, seals and signatures can all be forged.

"I still need other proofs. If these are true, I will try my best to help." Captain Crespo handed back the organized briefcase, then turned to Joanna and said, "About your unfortunate being wanted ,I feel so sorry."

I don't apologize for arresting her, so there is something wrong with a 'local workshop owner's sister' who acts with Britannia officials.

Joanna picked up a half-smile, she wasn't afraid of the so-called wanted--those little mice who framed her, would they dare to rush into the embassy to arrest them?

"Please, the embassy's carriage is just around the corner, and I'll take you to see the ambassador."

The young man shook the revolver in his hand, making a gesture of 'please'.

About half an hour later, Captain Crespo really walked into the Britannia embassy and met the ambassador—the one who often attends various royal family activities and always pours wine into his stomach one glass after another Old man with red nose.

The ambassador who was not drunk clearly told Mr. Crespo that all the information he had seen was true.

"Please help us find Miss Estelle."

The ambassador felt very headache, now is the critical period of cooperation with the Kingdom of Zambia - the Countess of Fries, an overseas territory, is rumored to be a female devil who beat up MPs in public when she was young... and now the former prime minister is involved.

Oh, and the incredible Naturalist Society.

He needs a few bottles of wine to calm down.

Chapter 50 Eleven shillings and six pence

"This is the evidence discovered by Countess Estelle. She probably fled into the wilderness overnight with her maid and a friend out of fear of revenge."

After thinking about it for a while, Captain Crespo decided to tell the truth. As a Zambian citizen, he should not expose such scandals to foreigners, even though the newspapers are now overwhelmingly promoting the two countries as sisters (both by Queen leads).

But as a father and a man of integrity, it was he who put Loria in danger—and Brittany could easily keep her safe by telling the truth.

The red-nosed ambassador flipped through the booklet, smiling at the corner of his mouth at first, thinking that the goods were some kind of smuggling business... After he understood the meaning contained in it, he couldn't help trembling his beard with anger.

And when he saw the blood-stained iron piece, he rolled his eyes up and passed out.

The attendants and staff rushed forward to rescue the ambassador in a panic. After a burst of cardiopulmonary resuscitation, the ambassador, whose liver was as hard as a stone, sat up suddenly. He yelled, "Wine!"

After pouring down most of the bottle of wine, the ambassador who was helped by the attendants threw the fatal booklet in his hand to Joanna, and said, "Quickly go and notify the infantry regiment stationed at the pier and prepare for armed rescue! You, and You, come with me to see Queen Isabella II... Her Majesty the Queen."

Due to the professionalism of a diplomat, he didn't say any disrespectful words that would leave a clue, but his face was very ugly... He didn't care where the countess who had never heard of it suddenly appeared, but He knew that if he made a slight mistake, he could go back to the prickly pear farm in the Southern Continent. He worked hard...he worked hard for most of his life, and he couldn't be smeared when he was approaching retirement.

He is still waiting for his honorary retirement, and he will receive a generous pension to drink...to nourish the liver and protect the liver!

"It turns out that's the case. It's really a terrible crime for me."

After the ambassador left angrily, Joanna probably flipped through the pamphlet in her hand and said, "So our little Loria killed one..." Looking at Captain Crespo, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, After a few fragrant adjectives, she blinked and said, "I like her so much, I hope she's okay."

Thinking of the vice president's morbidly meticulous instructions, and the large number of legal identifications prepared with the letter, she also felt a little overwhelmed.

This 'noble' lady who came out of nowhere was a little too active.

Difficult to do.

She threw the pamphlet to the young civil servant, turned around and left, "Go to the station at the port, I'm going to go on a long trip."

Joanna left through the back door of the embassy, ​​there was a weird cooing sound from the sky, and a mechanical squirrel with a piece of paper in its mouth grabbed her skirt and climbed all the way to her shoulder to stand still.

'Black Market Broker Delgado Jr. May Know Something - Month'

Shredding the paper, Joanna hid herself in the shadow cast by the building.

It is not guaranteed to be safe, and the news must be passed back through a special channel - she has a little guess about the identity of Miss 'Esteri'.

I hope that some reliable assistance will come quickly, she is just a support staff...

In just over an hour, the rumors and detailed information that the ambassador of liver cirrhosis of Brittania 'fainted' in front of the imperial court several times spread to the ears of many interested people.

The prime minister sent several cronies with his warrants to mobilize a small group of gendarmes to cooperate with the Britannia, and he tore up the "joint letter from Earl Fries and Earl Benedy" in his hand.

A puppet former prime minister who had no real power before stepping down, and an upstart who didn't know which desert island his territory was on.

There are ludicrous threats hidden in the empty phrases of the twists and turns.

Can anyone tell him what to do now?

But... He and his subordinates obviously never did the absurd thing of arresting people from other countries to do stupid experiments. The prime minister of Zambia was deep in thought, who is behind it, and what can he gain from this incident?If it was done by a political enemy, then...

Will he add a can of kerosene to this firewood pile?

Where will the furious Brittany pour her anger?

He wants to send someone to find out who is behind the scenes, and then make the next decision.

The queen shed tears for this tragedy several times, and ordered that she must try her best to rescue the countess who bravely exposed the terrible crime. '

In a certain courtyard built by the mountains in the North District, after listening to the adjutant’s report, the gray-haired man in his thirties pondered for a moment and gave an order, “Send another company to complete the relocation of the laboratory as soon as possible. For the magic guide company that has set off, the task of the whole team has changed, and we must ensure that the three women die in the wilderness."

"Yes, where is the queen?"

"You just need to mobilize the troops. The Western Expedition is imminent. Presumably the Queen will agree to launch an offensive in advance. We should clear the way for the Queen's ambition... If you don't want to help, those sea monkeys can only hold their noses and follow up." .”

A few hours later, the Zambia City Warehouse.

Forrest, who was called here in the middle of the night, was full of resentment. He had just delivered a shipment and was about to go to bed when he was called up by the freight company's administrator.

"Mr. Hillman, we inspected the goods you delivered this time...there are major damages, and I regret to inform you that you have been fired."

Fired?How did he get fired?

Forrest, who was at a loss, accepted the flimsy "dismissal compensation" in a daze, and froze in place for a while.

"I suggest you count the money in person to avoid unnecessary disputes in the future."

Forrest tore open the envelope, and inside were neat eleven one-shilling notes and six copper pennies.

He couldn't laugh or cry at once, and after half a minute's delay, he asked, "Where should I go to find a new job?"

"You are not suitable for the freight industry, Mr. Forrest." The manager of the freight company behind the counter stared into his eyes, tapped the counter with his knuckles and said, "I suggest you try your luck at sea."

Forrest, the driver of the unemployed heavy-duty freight machinery 'Anteater' walked out of the freight company with a dejected face, and headed towards the pier cursing.

Eleven shillings and sixpence.

The motherland is calling you.

……

early morning.Loria unbolted the gun, flipped the wheel, and checked the ammunition.

Although still not very accurate, at least the safe use of hands has been integrated into her body memory.

Now, she is a novice who is not so easy to hit herself.

She didn't know that she woke up with a title and a hometown she had never been to, and she didn't know how lively the sieve-like city of Jambia was last night.

The enemy is approaching, and they must be fully prepared.