My older sister is a villainous rich girl

Because Bulwer thought this document was important?

He opened the file folder and carefully browsed its contents.

Several years have passed, and the paper has turned slightly yellow.

Looking at the records from that time, Wayne felt as if he had returned to that dark night of torrential rain.

If there's any difference between this document and the previous two, it's that this one directly points out the killer's power, instead of using words like "suspicion" and "speculation" extensively.

However, apart from that, there doesn't seem to be anything particularly unusual.

Do not……

Only this case is most closely related to their true identities.

Wayne closed his eyes and carefully recalled the scene.

At that time, there was only one perpetrator who influenced the scene.

That's the person who possesses dark magic and left a letter claiming to be Laird.

This person's identity must be very important.

Suddenly opening his eyes, Wayne tore a notepad off Bulwer's table and scribbled a few large characters in a flamboyant style:

Laird was here.

He then slipped the note into the document.

Chapter 160 What's our slogan? Let's cause trouble! Let's cause trouble!

the next day.

The city guards' work hours were originally 7 a.m., but most of the officers had very active nightlife and naturally wouldn't get up that early.

Generally speaking, if someone is at work by 9 a.m. before the daily work meeting, no one will question their attendance.

Only new employees or low-level runners without connections will diligently adhere to the time in order to keep their jobs.

However, this tradition has now been broken.

The guards who arrived at their posts early were surprised to find that the newly appointed Commander-in-Chief, Lord Bulwer, arrived at work much earlier than they did every day.

Under his leadership, other leaders who were used to slacking off had to start working earlier.

Downstairs at the city guard headquarters, a young man hurried up the stairs carrying several documents.

Jason was a new guard who had joined the city guard less than two months ago, and was originally just a lowly errand boy.

But perhaps by sheer luck, Jason was chosen by Lord Bulwer to become his personal guard by chance.

Jason was extremely grateful for this.

He felt that God must be taking pity on him in his predicament.

Just over a month ago, he was tormented every day by the thought of whether or not to quit the city guard.

He was just a commoner, and being able to join the city guard was already a very good outcome for him.

Not only are their salaries considerable, but their families also receive preferential treatment. Ordinary people avoid them like the plague and would never dare to cause them trouble.

Even a very ordinary clerical position in the city guard is highly sought after.

If it weren't for an aunt who had married into a noble family and mediated between them, even with excellent grades, she probably wouldn't have passed the selection process.

However, entering this place was the beginning of a nightmare for him.

Because he doesn't know magic and is a newcomer, almost anyone can boss him around.

Some senior colleagues, relying on their seniority, often verbally abused him and even physically assaulted him.

But it was Lord Bulwer who changed everything.

One evening, I was bullied by my seniors again, and I even had bruises on my face. I didn't dare to go home until very late.

On that very day, he met Lord Bulwer, who was also busy with official business until late at night.

He saw his own wounds and his evasive gaze.

However, Lord Bulwer did not ask anything else, but simply said, "From now on, you will be my personal guard."

As a result, Jason, an ordinary guard, experienced a dramatic change in his status within the city guard.

Although he still does most of his daily tasks, he is now considered a close associate of important figures and has never encountered the bullying he used to face.

Those who used to bully him now avoid him from afar.

He worked diligently, filled with gratitude for Lord Bulwer and for the gods.

Upon entering the Commander-in-Chief's office, a familiar figure sat in the main seat.

“Lord Bulwer, I left early, but I didn’t expect you to arrive even earlier than me,” Jason joked with a smile.

Bulwer was staring blankly at the closed window, seemingly not hearing what he was saying.

"Lord Bulwer?" Jason called out again, puzzled.

He glanced out the window; the fresh morning light was streaming through the glass, and a row of small potted cacti were basking in the sun.

After he deliberately raised his voice as a prompt, Bulwer finally realized what was happening. "Ah... it's nothing. Actually, I just sat down myself."

So even Lord Bulwer can space out.

Jason smiled knowingly.

He went over and opened the window to let in some fresh air.

"Why does Lord Bulwer keep so many cacti?" Jason asked casually, looking at the windowsill.

Behind him came Bulwer's low reply.

"If I had to explain why, it would probably be... that even without proper care, they can still stubbornly survive."

Jason was slightly taken aback.

He then exclaimed, "That's exactly the kind of answer you always give!"

This officer's style is quite different from his predecessors. He is someone who can truly work tirelessly and forget to eat and sleep. It is hard to imagine that he would have extra energy to take good care of those precious flowers and plants.

Such a person might find it difficult to find many topics to boast about at aristocratic gatherings, yet Jason greatly admired him for it.

Bulwer, admired by the ordinary guards, was unaware of the young man's inner thoughts.

He breathed a sigh of relief, unlocked the bookcase from below, and took out the important document.

It can be said that the series of events that have recently occurred in Wangduli are all inextricably linked to this case.

However, after taking out the document, he hesitated for a moment.

I feel like the closet has become a bit messy.

Seemingly having thought of something, he immediately opened the file folder and took out the documents inside.

A note that read "Laird was here" was prominently tucked inside.

—That guy!

Seeing Jason still watering the cactus by the window, Bulwer immediately crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

Then, he casually reassembled the document.

"Jason, return this document to the archives."

He gave instructions.

……

In a classroom at Seiki Academy, Wayne is writing a letter.

In order to fulfill my promise to Miss Ge Li, please do not go to bed too early tonight.

After putting down his pen, he thought for a moment and then added a sentence at the end.

[Note: Do not close the bedroom windows.]

All I wanted to do was go boating, right?

Such a request is a piece of cake for me!

Previously, when he went to the city guard headquarters to investigate clues in the middle of the night, he also sneaked into Edgeworth's house to gather information.

As a noble family, the Edgeworth family also secretly possesses a considerable amount of protective power.

However, their seemingly comprehensive protection is not foolproof.

If I transform into Echoes first and take care of the people in the key positions, I can create an opening and infiltrate Miss Geli's boudoir as Wayne.

He was already prepared to stop by Edgeworth's house to provide a delivery service when he went to cause trouble at the city guard's place that night.

If Ge Li suddenly saw himself at home late at night, he would definitely be startled, right?

Would she have the courage to sneak out with me in the middle of the night back then?

With anticipation for those outcomes, Wayne packed the letters away.

I hope Miss Ge Li understands that when you create problems for others, you are also creating problems for yourself...

Chapter 161 Shall we elope together?

After it got dark again, Wayne locked the door and easily climbed out.

Based on the information gathered so far, Wayne believes that the most suspicious person is Commander Bulwer.

Because... he was too diligent.

It wasn't that Wayne disapproved of his behavior, but rather that someone like him, among a group of good-for-nothings, was like a bright and shining torch in the darkness.

As he pondered this, Wayne couldn't help but think of the information he had obtained from Butler Hall.

As the steward, Hall had been handling interpersonal relationships for the Duke's mansion for decades, and he knew all the prominent figures in the capital very well.

"The newly appointed commander of the city guard comes from a lower-middle-class noble family on the northern border."

This is what he told himself.

"However, he came to the capital to study when he was a teenager."

"Because of his high magical potential, he was admitted to Qingxi Academy, and later gained the favor of His Majesty the King, which is why he was able to steadily rise to his current position..."

Wayne was somewhat surprised when he first learned of this.

If he was promoted to a high position by His Majesty the King, he probably wouldn't become a traitor, right?

Hmm... it's hard to say.

Based on my past life experience, there are always various reasons for the appearance of traitors, making them impossible to guard against.

Let's continue to test the waters for a while longer.

It's free anyway.

It wasn't too late yet; a few windows in the city guard headquarters were still lit.

Wayne stood outside and observed for a while.

Logically, seeing such a note should elicit some kind of reaction.

They might even secretly increase their vigilance, waiting for this "Layder" to walk right into their trap.

However, the city guards are still operating normally today.

The guards who came out of the building showed no sign of tension or panic.

Could it be that... Bulwer didn't find the note?

Or did you discover it but pretend you didn't?

After waiting a while longer, the lights in the building gradually dimmed, and the building was shrouded in darkness.

The night breeze carried a hint of coolness.

"Lord Bulwer," the guard outside greeted.

Upon hearing this title, Wayne's gaze sharpened.