The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

"Once you've completed the process, just let me know your account information, and the funds will be transferred to your account immediately."

"As for the choice of magical items," Morian said cautiously, "could I learn about their specific effects before making a decision?"

"Of course you can, it's your right," Paul chuckled dryly.

"However, before you make your choice, the client has one more request."

"Another request?" Morian frowned and asked, several thoughts flashing through his mind:

"Please speak."

"The client, that member of the royal family, very much hopes to meet you in person to express his gratitude." Paul's tone was respectful.

Finally, we're about to meet the person in question? I wonder which direct descendant it is...

Morian's heart stirred slightly, but his face remained impassive: "It would be my honor. When would the other party like to arrange a meeting?"

"If it's convenient, we can do it now." Paul's gray eyes looked directly at him. "The client is waiting inside the White Rose Palace. For some special reasons, we need to go discreetly."

"It really is the White Rose Palace," Morian thought, taking a deep breath and looking up at the butler opposite him.

"Understood. Let's go now. But please wait a moment while I change into something more appropriate."

The comfortable casual clothes he was wearing were clearly not suitable for such a formal occasion, and even the outfit he usually wore for investigations was a bit lacking.

"No problem." Butler Paul smiled gently, stood up, and said, "I'll wait outside."

After Paul left and closed the door, Morian immediately returned to his bedroom.

Standing in front of the one-way mirror, he quickly changed into his best and newest suit, paired with slim-fitting black trousers.

Of course, you also need to tie your tie properly and carefully smooth out any wrinkles that may be present on the collar and cuffs.

After completing these tasks, Morian examined himself in the mirror. The image in the mirror was one that appeared composed enough not to be impolite in a court setting.

After confirming that everything was correct, he locked the office door and followed Paul back into the unassuming carriage.

The carriage smoothly departed from Slan Street and headed towards the center of Bet City, the area that symbolized the highest power in the kingdom.

The carriage was quiet, and the two of them didn't say much throughout the journey.

Looking out the window, Morian noticed that the streets were gradually becoming emptier, with few ordinary buildings standing side by side on either side. Instead, there were large, meticulously manicured lawns and spacious squares used for ceremonial processions.

Before long, a magnificent complex of buildings came into view.

White Rose Palace is not a single palace, but a complex of buildings, courtyards, and squares, covering a vast area.

The majestic main palace stands in the center of the complex, with a spacious ceremonial square in front and orderly side halls and quiet, tree-lined roads extending on both sides.

Behind the palace lies a vast, meticulously designed royal garden, and further beyond the courtyards, the main river that runs through the city of Bet can be faintly seen.

From a distance, it looks like a miniature white city standing in the center, with the main palace made of pure white stone bricks, just as magnificent as its name.

However, the carriage did not head towards the main gate of the palace, but instead traveled along a quiet road on the outside, eventually stopping in front of a discreet side gate.

The two men disembarked from the carriage. Two guards stood upright on either side of the entrance. Upon seeing Paul's face, the guards' gazes immediately turned respectful, and they quickly opened the gate.

Morian followed closely behind the butler, and together they walked through several carpeted corridors. Unlike the eye-catching splendor of the palace's exterior, the interior corridors were decorated in a more understated and low-key manner.

Finally, they stopped in front of an exquisitely designed door at the end of the corridor.

"The member of the royal family is inside. Please come in, Mr. Tias," Paul said in a low voice, gesturing for him to enter.

Morian nodded slightly and gently tapped it twice.

"Please come in." A gentle voice came from inside the door.

Pushing open the door, he found the room to be more spacious than he had expected. The design clearly took into full account the lighting, with dark velvet curtains half-drawn, and afternoon sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting bright rays onto the carpet.

Aside from the faint scents of old books and spices in the air, the aromas are pleasant and well-balanced, not overpowering. Looking around, it feels more like a comfortable study than a bedroom.

Along the wall were several dark wooden bookshelves, neatly stacked with densely packed books; in the center of the room was a thick, luxurious carpet, upon which sat a sofa and a low table.

At that moment, a person was sitting on the sofa above the carpet.

It was a young man, who was looking down and reading a rough, hardcover book.

He had smooth, off-white short hair, handsome features, fair skin, and azure eyes like a tranquil lake, seemingly reflecting the clarity of his heart.

The man was dressed in a well-tailored light blue casual suit, exuding a quiet temperament, with a gentle touch in his handsome face.

In other words, he's just a handsome guy... Morian quickly made his judgment in his mind.

Upon seeing someone approaching, he closed the book in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Morian with gentle eyes.

Paul the butler's voice came from behind Morian, respectfully introducing, "This is His Highness Eric Everett, the fourth prince of the current Kingdom of Hiran."

really.

Despite having prepared himself mentally, Morian still felt a slight sense of unreality upon hearing the confirmation with his own ears.

But he quickly regained his composure, took two steps forward, placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"Good afternoon, Your Highness Eric. It is an honor to meet you."

Prince Eric placed the book on the small round table beside him, a sincere smile on his face, and spoke in a clear, gentle voice:

"No need for formalities, Detective. I'm the one who should be thanking you."

"Thank you so much for coming, and thank you even more for finding Diana."

Eric thanked him humbly, and the sincere gratitude in his azure eyes was so clear that it almost made one forget his distinguished status.

An approachable prince? Morian straightened up, maintaining a proper posture.

"I was merely fulfilling my duty as a commissioner; Ms. Laurent's return was also inseparable from her own unwavering will."

He wasn't lying. As a "loyal" knight, it's truly remarkable that he could lose his way in his destiny and still persevere for so long.

If someone had a slightly weaker will, they would probably turn into a monster on the spot.