Mystery: Who has seen my brother?

Chapter 163 8 Williams Street

After the meeting, Eve also left Sefirah Castle.

"I'm working on my manuscript, so don't bother me unless it's necessary." Eve put one foot on the stairs and turned to Klein. "I'm not having dinner. You can make dinner yourself, or go to the restaurant."

"I thought you didn't have to work," Klein said with a hint of feigned surprise. "After all, you're usually pretty free, and being a reporter is a respectable but busy job."

Of course, Eve could hear the hidden meaning in Klein's words. His procrastination had long been incurable and he had given up on treatment in his previous life.

He rolled his eyes in an extremely rude manner, rested his elbows on the handrail of the stairs, half leaned against the railing and said, "You can call me lazy directly, I don't mind, but I will hit you."

Klein immediately shut his mouth.

Eve snorted and said, "If you have time, you can go to 8 Williams Street."

"8 Williams Street?" Klein repeated doubtfully.

Williams Street is at the junction of the West End and Queen's Borough. Number 8 Williams Street is close to Queen's Borough, and the houses there cost at least five thousand pounds.

"Is there something wrong with that villa?" Klein asked.

"perhaps."

Eve's answer was vague. Williams Street was where Medici died. According to Eve's speculation, the specific location of the site should be at 8 Williams Street.

Eve went to investigate when Medici fell, but found nothing.

Among those who participated in the hunt for Medici, the only one who could make Eve completely unaware of any abnormality was Alistair Tudor.

Becoming a god is a qualitative change. The Angel King is the closest to the true God, but ultimately not the true God. Even if the other participants could conceal it, they could not achieve such perfection.

But now, if Medici really still exists, Eve is more suspicious of "Adam".

"Adam" can mobilize the power of the Chaos Sea, and coupled with the advantages of his own path, he can indeed conceal this matter perfectly.

If Medici is really still alive... then "Adam" deceived Trunsost and many high-ranking officials in Trunsost's capital.

No, perhaps the night knows...

Is this the case with three people in this movie, and am I the only one without a name... Eve thought with some self-mockery.

"Perhaps?" Klein said jokingly, "Then there's a problem."

Eve smiled noncommittally.

Even if Medici was really alive, He didn't think Zhou Mingrui could see anything, or rather, Zhou Mingrui couldn't see it before He became a god. He just wanted him to go and take a look.

Thinking of this, a sense of absurdity suddenly hit Eve's heart, making her feel extremely ridiculous.

Purely divine and absolutely rational, Adam only does what benefits himself. If Chike becoming a "witch" would be more beneficial to him, Eve believes he would sacrifice himself, just as he sacrificed Medici.

There's no such thing as friendship. He's not Mikhail, not even Adam. Eve stood up straight, holding the armrests with both hands, and said jokingly, "If there really is a problem, the house price will be reduced."

"Not necessarily. Maybe this problem hasn't erupted yet. Wait! You're not going to buy the house at 8 Williams Street, are you?" Klein was shocked. That house would cost at least five thousand pounds, and that didn't include the cost of furniture and servants. More importantly, 8 Williams Street was looking for a buyer!
Thinking of the high price, Klein suddenly felt envious. "No wonder you asked me to go there and take a look."

"Well... this is such a wonderful dream, Zhou Mingrui, but wake up, I'm just an ordinary reporter." Eve put her hands in front of her chest and clapped her hands in a pretentious manner.

"An ordinary young reporter..."

Klein felt that this statement had too many flaws. Putting aside whether Eve's identity as the Angel King had anything to do with being "ordinary," even from an ordinary person's perspective, being a reporter for the Backlund Daily couldn't be considered ordinary. After all, the Backlund Daily was a major newspaper covering the entire Loen Kingdom.

"How much would it cost if I wanted to place an advertisement in the Backlund Daily?" Klein asked, withdrawing his thoughts.

Eve raised an eyebrow and answered directly without asking why, "The fee is based on factors such as the location and size of the advertisement. Advertising is an important source of income for newspapers. The more influential the newspaper, the higher the advertising fee. A major newspaper like the Backlund Daily costs at least 10 pounds."

So expensive!

Although he knew it would be expensive, Klein was still surprised by the price.

Klein hesitated for a moment, frowned, and asked, "Is there any way for me to quickly enter the aristocratic circle?"

"Become a noble," Eve said jokingly, "As long as you have enough money, you can buy a title, even though those old nobles will ridicule you for it."

"This is more than ten pounds," Klein rejected the proposal without hesitation. "My savings are still a few cents short."

"Let's be a detective," Klein said after thinking for two seconds. "I'll go to the newspaper office with you later. I'll also get the identification for my new identity, but there's no rush for that."

Klein was preparing to investigate Baron Edgar and needed an unofficial identity that could allow him to access the aristocracy. However, most unofficial identities that could enter the aristocratic circle were difficult to obtain.

In the end, Klein only had three careers he was interested in: writer, journalist, and private detective. These three professions all had relatively flexible working hours, would not conflict with Klein's main job, and could also bring him into contact with people from all walks of life. However, any one of them required considerable fame to enter the aristocratic circle.

Klein first ruled out writers because Emperor Roselle had already copied everything he could, leaving no room for anyone who came after him.

Between a reporter and a detective, Crane chose the detective.

The reason is simple: prevent fire, theft and reporters.

"No problem, Mr. Zhou Holmes Mingrui," Eve said with a smile, leaning on the stair railing. "Perhaps you still need a professional assistant. You solve the case, and I will report on it. You gain fame, and I gain material. It's a win-win situation."

"No," Klein said seriously, pushing his hand forward. "It's Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

"Moriarty... Detective Moriarty..." Eve was stunned for a moment, then curled her lips. "You're truly a naming genius. If you had arrived a hundred years earlier, Russell wouldn't have had to worry about naming Bernadette and the others."

"Bernadette? Emperor Roselle's daughter?"

"Yes," Eve nodded, "This name is very common in Intis."

Klein had never been to Intis and didn't know much about it, but he knew that the name Bernadette was very common there. This showed how common this name was, and that Emperor Roselle's naming skills were indeed worrying.

(End of this chapter)