Royal, Abbott and Snakes moved around for a few days to gather information and obtain evidence.
Some aristocratic mansion.
There was a gathering of men with faces that looked like they had chewed down bitters.
"The assassin who infiltrated the Snakes family, what will he do!
"I saw that kid walking in the royal castle today, didn't I? Let them kill him!
"Seriously, maybe it hasn't moved yet. Anyway, they called it a lump sum advance because it was worth the advance and the reward for success."
"Why did you get the price?"
"Because I don't have any money! Can you get me anything? Twenty gold coins left."
"" Ugh. "
"There isn't, is there? Neither do I. That's why we can't rush it."
He's been held captive for a long time, but he doesn't have any information in it.
"Fair enough. Assassins are pretty good at it. That kid, his arm seems to be there, but he's weak on a one-on-one basis. Three on one would be sure."
"It's more of a sonaris than that! Would it be more fun to kidnap that little girl and kill her in front of that kid? Why don't you ask the assassin to kidnap you and change your request?
"No, no, Sonaris can't because Count Bush insists on enslaving him"
Men who say whatever they want.
The man who hears that in the corner of the room.
It's Patrick.
Patrick was desperately curbing the killing.
I don't care about myself. I'm used to being resented.
but it's driven by the urge to kill now that you just involve Sonaris or make him a slave to kill.
Ten minutes later, the men leave the room.
Patrick moves slowly.
Walk right behind the men.
Upon arrival in the mansion's master's office, the men,
"I swear on this blood warrant!
"" I swear!!
"Give the Snakes the Hammer of Justice!
"" Give me the hammer!!
Patrick said to this sight,
What trilogy play?
And, from my earlier anger, I turn to fright.
The man puts a blood letter in his desk drawer and locks it.
After the men leave, Patrick pulls the desk drawer.
It's locked tightly, so there's no reason to open it.
Patrick puts one wire out of his pocket.
(Hopefully the technique of the Koso Mud Age isn't rusty)
With that in mind, bend the tip of the wire slightly and insert it into the keyhole.
Scratching the chatter and keyhole for 1 hour.
There was a chatter.
(Finally. My arm is dull. It used to take less than five minutes)
With that in mind, pull the drawer and confirm the example blood certificate.
There was a name on the list lined up with a slack, and the blood thumbprint was politely pressed.
It is proof that no one can escape saying it.
(Report to Your Majesty. Well, what can I do for you!)