Why it never ends

Chapter 1035 Showing Goodwill
Hesta couldn't help but look at Kovichik a little more. Kovichik almost immediately noticed something different in this look. He vaguely felt that this topic seemed to have aroused some interest in Hesta.

"You are in a special position," Kovicik immediately struck while the iron was hot, "It's easy to attract some people who have bad intentions towards you."

"……Yeah."

"That's why you should be careful about those who suddenly appear around you," Kovicik said, "Even those old acquaintances you have known for many years may stand against you in the process—"

Kovicik suddenly fell silent—Hesta suddenly glared at him.

"I know these words are unpleasant to hear, but you'd better believe me," Kovicik said, "because I am on your side."

Hesta laughed dumbly: "You just said that my position is likely to attract some people with bad intentions towards me - how do I know if it is you?"

"I'm not afraid of such suspicion at all, I even hope you can verify it." Kovicik said in an almost pious tone. While answering Hesta's words, he carefully observed himself, fearing that if he was careless and lowered his posture too much, he would be looked down upon by others.

"Now many people are still unsure of what you are going to do, so they are waiting and watching. However, no matter what you plan to do in District 12, everyone will know it after a long time, and then you will be in danger," Kovicik said. "For example, you are living in a farm with so many people now. If you encounter an assassin..."

"What's the point of assassinating me?" Hesta said, "Once I die, there will be more experienced Mercury Needle to take my place."

"You are wrong." Kovicik lowered his voice, but it sounded more emotional. "Great men are meaningful in themselves, so great men are born to attract assassins."

For a moment, Hesta's body leaned slightly to the side.

Kovicik's voice made her feel a little sick. His overly sincere expression made him look more hypocritical than ever. Although Hesta had no idea what the purpose of his sudden visit was, she was very aware that this man came here today not just to get the protection of Mercury Needle.

"...You are exaggerating." Hesta raised his hand and blocked himself and Kovicik. "What kind of assassin would be so desperate as to kill a mercury needle..."

"Does the mercury needle have no weaknesses?" Kovicik asked, "What did you eat for lunch today? Did you check whether it was poisonous before eating it?"

Hesta frowned slightly.

Kovicik straightened his chest and said, "Mrs. Brownbo's husband, the old Duke Brownbo, died from the poison of the villain. The old Duke always cherished his life and would not even tell his wife in advance which room he would sleep in at night. Only his personal valet would get the accurate information after dinner and go to the specific room to make the bed twenty minutes before the old Duke went to bed.

"Before going to bed, the old Duke would open a bottle of wine from the wine cellar, take a sip or two, and give the rest to the servants. As a result, he died from this bottle of wine. The police station investigated for a long time and finally found that the cork of the bottle was soaked in arsenic. Mrs. Brownbo immediately ordered all the old Duke's wine to be opened and sent for inspection. What a strange result! There were more than 30,000 bottles of wine in the old Duke's wine cellar, but only this bottle contained a deadly poison."

"Did someone mix a bottle of poisoned wine in, waiting for the old duke to choose it?"

"The probability is too low. Not to mention how rare it is to draw a bottle of poisoned wine from 30,000 bottles of wine, the old Duke's wine cellar receives a new batch of wine every week, and he often donates the wine to his friends, neighbors and churches... Unless the murderer intends to kill indiscriminately, how can he be sure that the Duke will drink this bottle of wine?"

"Who is the murderer?" "I don't know," Kovicik said. "It's been many years. If there are no new clues, the murderer will probably get away with it. Poor Mrs. Brownbo has been terrified since this incident and has nightmares day and night... Ah, have you heard of Mrs. Brownbo's name?"

Hesta shook her head.

"On the night of the emergency meeting, I noticed that Old Irene had talked to you for a long time," Kovicik said. "Mrs. Brownbo is Old Irene's sister. They had a bad relationship when they were young, and it became even more tense after Mrs. Brownbo got married. Old Irene did everything she could to seduce her brother-in-law, but Mrs. Brownbo was a kind person and chose to forgive her every time.

"Almost everyone who gets close to old Irene can sense her amazing arrogance, and I'm sure you feel the same way."

Hesta recalled everything that happened that night. She looked at Kovicik: "...I remember her, and I also remember that she seemed to be rude to you at Chloe's birthday dinner?"

"I'm just stating a fact. This is not a personal vendetta," Kovicik said. "The sisters can talk to almost all the nobles in District 12. You know, young people nowadays are always getting more and more impatient to abandon the network of relationships left by their ancestors. If you want to establish contact with a real old noble, then you can only get to know some more old people."

"And this Mrs. Brownbo..."

"I'm willing to help you if you need it," Kovicik said. "Mrs. Brownbo is going to hold a charity party at her home next month to raise some money... and I'm in need of a female companion."

Kovicik's heart was lifted - after such a long preparation, he began to look forward to Hesta's answer. If Hesta agreed, then the next step would be to customize a set of clothes for her. She obviously wouldn't want to wear those vulgar dresses, so he could take her to the most prestigious tailor in Emmanria to customize a women's suit...

"I haven't started scheduling next month yet," Hesta folded his arms, "Tell me more about the old duke's story. Even if the murderer hasn't been caught, there should be some doubters. Especially, if Mrs. Brownbo is a very dazzling figure in the social circle, then her husband should have benefited from it to some extent. He wouldn't be an unknown person, right?"

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"Of course, there are all kinds of speculations..." Kovicik said, "but there is no basis for any of it..."

"I won't ask others what they think, I'll just ask you," Hesta said, "Why do you think he was killed?"

"It's hard to say," Kovicik said. "It's hard to explain the cause and effect in just one or two sentences. If you have time, you can come to my house in a couple of days and I'll tell you more—"

Hesta leaned forward slightly and interrupted Kovicik: "Who did you guess?"

Kovicik hesitated for a moment.

"…Governor."

Hesta immediately laughed and said, "I have to leave Emanlia for the next two days. I will come to you when I come back."

(End of this chapter)