N-A-A Chapter 131 Story
Chapter 131 Story
Chapter 131 Story
After saying that, Vivian folded the newspaper in her hand again, stopped worrying about the matter, and started eating breakfast.
When Vivian finished her breakfast and looked up at Altair, she found that Altair was still sulking and hadn't eaten properly. Her cheeks were bulging as she chewed but didn't swallow, resembling an adorable hamster.
Vivian chuckled twice and then quickly stepped forward to comfort her, "Don't be upset, it's not a big deal for us."
"I—" Altair swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, patted his chest, and then said, "I understand that principle."
"Whether those people live or die is none of my business."
"I'm not angry about that."
"What infuriates me is, what gives this reporter the right to report like this? Do I have to pay for their entertainment and give them tips, and then I have to arrange bodyguards for them? It wasn't my instigation or suggestion to publish it in the 'Tassok Daily' —"
"Hmm, have you forgotten? Most reporters do this to grab attention, writing false or distorted stories. If you really don't like this report, you can ask Butler Hahn to handle it," Vivian said casually.
After saying that, she kissed Altair on the cheek and said, "I have to go out today, I'll be back in the evening, don't miss me."
Around noon, Altair was sitting in his study reading a book—the second volume of Miss Saltyfish and Fors's "Stormy Mountain Villa."
When Altair received the book this morning, she seriously suspected that this writer was short of money, otherwise why would she wait half a year to publish the second volume?
"Knock knock," a knocking sound suddenly rang out on the door.
"Come in," Altair said casually.
Only after receiving permission did the personal maid, Eileen, slowly push open the door, enter the study, stand before the desk, and respectfully say, "Count Altair, three policemen wish to see you."
"Police?" Altair was reading a book, not paying attention to look up, and casually asked, "What do the police want with me?"
Eileen had already replied respectfully, "Because of the murder last night."
"Then let Butler Hahn handle it." Having just finished speaking, Altair looked up at his personal maid, Eileen, and added, "If he's too busy, you can handle it too."
After saying that, Altair lowered his head again and began flipping through his books, no longer thinking about this stupid murder case.
But not long after, Eileen knocked on the door again.
After she came in, Altair looked up and complained, "What is it now?"
Eileen lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Altair, and replied, "It's still because of the murder case. Butler Hahn said that he needs you to come down in person."
Altair felt a strange sense of wonder. She then got up, closed the book, and Eileen, who was standing to the side, quickly stepped forward to help her tidy her clothes.
Upon entering the reception room, Altair found three policemen sitting on the sofa, chatting with the butler, Hahn.
When everyone noticed Altair, they quickly stood up. After she sat down, the middle-aged man with a slightly plump figure and a round face, who was standing in the middle of the three, introduced himself: "Your Excellency Earl Sheffield, hello. I am an inspector from the East District Police Station of Backlund. My name is Kane Winters. You may call me Kane."
Altair nodded and casually said, "Have a seat."
After everyone was seated, Altair asked with suspicion, "I heard that you came here because of yesterday's murder case."
Kane remained respectful and replied, "Yes, we received a report around 11 p.m. last night about a major robbery and murder at the O'Neill Hostel in Backlund, East End."
"It is regrettable that when we arrived, everyone in the circus was dead, with no one surviving."
"Have you found out who did it?" Altair asked calmly.
"Hmm~~" Kane looked around with a doubtful expression, as if considering whether to explain the situation.
"Don't worry, my servants won't tell anyone," Altair reminded him in a cold tone.
Inspector Kane sighed before daring to say, "It's those Highlanders."
As soon as he finished speaking, Inspector Kane, fearing that Altair might not understand what he meant, added, "They are the highlanders from the Hornach Mountains. After arriving in Backlund, most of them join a gang called the Zmanger Party. They are known for their ruthlessness and violence, and are often active in the East End and the docks, engaging in violence, intelligence gathering, and underground transactions."
After hearing Inspector Kane's explanation, Altair asked curiously, "The case has been solved, so what brings you here?"
Inspector Kane continued to explain, "Although our Eastern District Police Station solved this case very quickly, its impact has not yet been eliminated."
"For example, the Intis ambassador to Backlund, Jean-Baptiste-Madin, was relentless, demanding not only a thorough investigation but also severe punishment for the perpetrators. He even wanted to hold a reception at the embassy."
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After saying the word "we," Inspector Kane dared not continue. He glanced at the two people beside him and gestured for them to quickly pick up the conversation.
The young man sitting to Inspector Kane's left, seeing his gesture, said softly, "He would like to invite you to the Path of Sorrow."
Upon hearing this, Altair laughed speechlessly. As far as she knew, since the founding of the Kingdom of Rune, there had never been a case of nobles begging for mercy from commoners.
After chuckling twice, Altair said to Inspector Kane, "I think you should understand the significance of this matter."
"Understood." Inspector Kane nodded emphatically, then added, "Actually, this matter is not completely finalized yet."
"After all, it has a very significant impact on the country's image."
"Actually, our main purpose in contacting you today is to ask you to submit a petition to His Majesty King George III for his opinion."
"Who sent you?" Altair asked, changing the subject.
Inspector Kane didn't hesitate to betray the person behind him. "This order can be pursued up to the Deputy Commissioner of Police; as for what goes higher, I don't know."
After a quarter of an hour of thought, Altair replied coldly, "I will go and submit a petition in a moment. You may leave now."
Just as Inspector Kane stood up, preparing to leave, he tentatively asked, "My Lord, do you have any further requests regarding this case?"
"The request," Altair thought for a moment, then asked curiously, "was from that reporter in today's morning paper—"
Before Altair could finish speaking, the officer next to Inspector Kane quickly added, "It was an accident. None of us expected him to walk into the encirclement and be described like that in the reports. Don't worry, he won't be reported on again."