Chapter 297 008 Possible New Owner
Leonard finally took the opportunity to express his true opinion on the matter.
He didn't want his team to run around like a headless fly, and this was also a reminder.
Perhaps everything they did might have been arranged by someone.
Illya was silent for a while, and tapped the table with her right index finger twice. After attracting everyone's attention, she said: "This is a very reasonable speculation, but it is not the truth."
"???"
Leonard looked puzzled. Did the old man make a mistake in his judgment?
Or is the Eye of the Goddess just a name?
The other members of the Red Gloves team also showed puzzled expressions.
Illya saw their reactions, but did not explain the problem. "Continue to follow the clue of Viscount Steddam, we are not far from the answer."
If it weren't for the other party's identity, Leonard would definitely ask a question.
In the afternoon, they continued to investigate what happened to Steddam before his death, why he invited Ince Zangwill back home, and why Ince Zangwill killed Viscount Steddam for no reason.
If there is no sufficient reason, Ince Zangwill will not kill a noble who helped him when he was down and out.
When the investigation was halfway through, Leonard was surprised to find that Hastur's name was also among the people Viscount Steddam had contacted before his death.
He frowned slightly, and had a bad premonition in his heart. This matter might be related to Hastur.
This is an intuition. If there is really a reason, it is that extraordinary people will always do some extraordinary things.
After the contact list was collected, Ms. Illya assigned people to investigate the people on the list.
Leonard stood aside silently, praying in his heart that the investigation of Hastur would not fall on him.
He didn't want to treat his first friend in Backlund the way he treated a suspect.
"Leonard, do you know this Earl Hastur Campbell?"
Illya's inquiry broke Leonard's fluke, and he could only bite the bullet and nod.
"Well, then leave it to you."
"..."
Leonard sighed in his heart. His luck seemed to be very bad recently.
The Red Gloves team was very efficient. Leonard appeared at the gate of the castle in Hastur territory at around 10 o'clock that night.
"Sir, do you have an appointment with our lord?"
At the flowerbed in front of the castle gate, a gardener holding a pair of scissors and chatting with a coachman blocked Leonard's way.
Although it was strange that the gardener was holding a pair of scissors at night, Leonard tried to smile and said, "I am your lord's friend in Backlund. You just need to go in and inform me that Leonard is here to visit."
"Well, wait here first."
The person who spoke was the coachman next to him. He asked the gardener holding the scissors to stare at him here, and he went into the castle to inform.
Leonard had a calm smile on his face, but the look from the gardener made him feel a little creepy.
Especially the pair of scissors in his hand, which looked like a patchwork of the slender legs of an adult man. He was staring at him like looking at livestock on the chopping board.
Leonard, who was uncomfortable being stared at, took the initiative to bring up the topic, "What time does your lord usually go to bed at night?"
"That is the lord's freedom, we never have the right to interfere."
Leonard turned and said: "The flowers and plants here are growing really well, your skills are very good, even in Backlund it is difficult to find a gardener who can compare with you."
The gardener holding the big scissors looked a little relieved, "Mowing flowers and plants is much easier than mowing people, I like this job very much."
"..."
Leonard felt that he really couldn't talk about this day, so he simply stopped talking.
About five minutes later, Hastur personally walked out of the castle gate to greet his friend from Backlund.
Leonard straightened his back slightly, glanced at the gardener standing beside him, and found that he was looking at Hastur with almost fanatical eyes.
What's going on?
Leonard was slightly stunned, but he didn't think about it. He took two quick steps and met Hastur who was walking towards him.
"Welcome, my friend."
"I am also very happy to be here as a guest."
"Come in and talk."
After a brief greeting, Hastur led Leonard into the castle.
The moonlight at ten o'clock was cold, especially in the suburbs of such a remote town, the wind was also a little colder than other places.
When he walked into the castle, Leonard shivered unconsciously.
In the living room on the first floor, Hastur invited Leonard to take a seat, and asked the maid to bring the best tea here to entertain this friend who obviously came with a mission.
Based on Hastur's understanding of Leonard, there was only one reason why he suddenly visited in the middle of the night, a mission from the Red Gloves Squad.
It can be seen that the Red Gloves Squad has already suspected the death of Ince Zangwill, and even traced it back to themselves, so they asked Leonard to investigate some things in the name of visiting themselves.
The two chatted a lot about what happened recently in Backlund, and Leonard also deliberately mentioned the news of Ince Zangwill's death, but did not catch any useful information from Hastur's face.
Hasta did not continue to talk to Leonard on this topic, nor did he ask him the purpose of coming here tonight. He just chatted with him and hosted a banquet for him.
This made Leonard hold back what he wanted to say several times. In the end, facing Hasta's hospitality, he was embarrassed to directly mention the purpose of his trip.
"Time flies so fast. It's almost twelve o'clock. You are tired from traveling all the way. You should go back to your room and rest early. As for other things, we will talk about it tomorrow."
Hasta glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and ended the meeting tonight.
Leonard also felt that it was too late to talk about business, so he would wait until tomorrow, just in time for him to go back to his room to sort out his thoughts.
Following a young and beautiful maid through the corridor with more than a dozen paintings from famous artists, and then climbing the stairs from the corner, he came to the room where he would rest tonight.
It was the first time for him to see a big house with three stairs from the first floor to the second floor.
Lying on the soft and comfortable big bed with a faint fragrance, Leonard almost fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.
He had been traveling all the way these days, and he had not really slept a good night's sleep.
He tried to cheer himself up, and then called the old man in his heart, he wanted to hear what the old man thought about this matter.
But no matter how he called, the old man refused to come out tonight, and didn't even say a word to him.
Did the old man deliberately want to see how I would embarrass myself in front of Hastur?
Leonard thought about it and thought that this reason was more reliable.
He reluctantly thought about some things, and then he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep.
At night, Leonard, who had fallen asleep, was awakened by the noise of his stomach.
He covered his stomach with one hand and rubbed it gently, lowered his head and sighed: "You really can't eat anything good. You can't bear it after eating a little more tonight. You are really useless."
He had no choice but to get up and go to the bathroom.
The bathroom was the third room on the right side of his room, which was introduced to him in detail by the maid who led the way before.
Half an hour later, Leonard came out of the bathroom refreshed. He had just washed his face and was very energetic, not sleepy at all.
Looking at the brightly lit corridor, Leonard couldn't help but sigh that the nobles' life was really luxurious. The cost of the lights alone was enough for a family of three for a week.
Should I take the opportunity to explore this castle?
Leonard had this idea inexplicably in his mind. He looked at the empty corridor and tried to walk forward for a distance.
He saw that one of the rooms was shining with light, and he could faintly hear the sound of a pen writing on paper.
Leonard, who had originally planned to go back to his room to sleep, subconsciously walked towards that house.
Before he reached the door, the rustling sound of writing stopped.
Soon the door creaked open, and an old man in his sixties smiled and said, "The guest is not resting so late, is it because you are not used to sleeping here? Or do you have any other needs? If so, please tell me."
Leonard hurriedly explained that he got up in the middle of the night because of his stomach trouble.
After a few words, Leonard knew that the old woman in front of him was called Mrs. Lisa. She was staying up late to write a book. She probably wanted to leave a little memory for herself in her few remaining lives.
Leonard also accepted Mrs. Lisa's invitation and went into her room to sit for a while. The feather pen still dipped in ink on the desk was not 008.
This made him feel much more relaxed. He did not stay here for long because he was really embarrassed to disturb the quietness of an old man late at night.
After the episode, Leonard also went back to the room to continue sleeping.
It was more than nine o'clock the next day when Leonard woke up in a comfortable big bed.
He glanced at the clock hanging on the right side of the bedside. It was nine forty-six.
He shuddered and quickly got up and dressed. As soon as he opened the door, a young and lovely maid was waiting for him with a faint smile on her face.