It wasn't an apple that hit Newton.

A chill ran down her spine, and Susie shivered violently. "I understand, I understand, I'll do whatever you say..."

"Then hurry up and go."

"Oh." Susie turned and quickly walked out, thinking to herself as she went: "Holy crap, he really is a wizard. That smile was terrifying. Was he just thinking of turning me into a potion if I didn't have money...?"

"No, wait a minute."

Just then, Li Cheng's voice came from behind her again. Susie jumped in fright, then turned around abruptly and shouted, "I didn't say anything!"

?

Li Cheng gave Susie a strange look, then gave up on asking: "Never mind... since you're going out anyway, just bring something back with you—by the way, can you even read?"

Upon hearing the question, Susiet proudly puffed out her chest: "I studied with my second uncle in my spare time, and I can understand most words."

Hey, I didn't realize he was such a studious person... Li Cheng nodded: "Okay, I'll make you a list, just buy what's on the list."

"Good good."

Susie nodded hurriedly, then asked cautiously, "Then I'll be going now. Is there anything else you need, Wizard?"

"No, go and come back quickly." Li Cheng waved his hand.

So after waiting for about three more hours, Susie returned. This time, she didn't run into any trouble. With the company of the city people and the help of the list, she not only brought back two sets of clothes that weren't quite right but were still acceptable, but also bought the things that Li Cheng needed.

“I asked around, and not only did I not get ripped off, I even managed to get a better price.”

"Okay, okay, you're great."

After sending Susie back to her own room, Li Cheng began to work on changing his image.

It's actually not too difficult; all you need is a wig in the latest London fashion and a pair of clip-on glasses. While familiar people will still recognize you quickly, it's enough to fool strangers you've only met a few times.

"Hehe, speaking of which, the wig was brought from France by Charles II."

Li Cheng looked at the long, black, curly hair in his hand and gave a slightly sarcastic smile.

Charles II, who had been in exile in France, introduced the French wig trend to the English court after his restoration in 1661.

At the time, the Roundhead Party, which opposed the king, and the Royalist Knights reached a compromise. The Roundheads were mostly Puritans, who all wore short hair; the Knights, on the other hand, all wore long hair. During periods of conflict, hairstyles represented a clear stance, but as the situation eased, such a confrontational approach became inappropriate. As a compromise, wigs became the best way to conceal one's stance, favored by the British aristocracy during this special period and subsequently becoming fashionable.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of these pointless thoughts, Li Cheng put the wig on without hesitation.

At this moment, he had completely changed his image—long, black, curly hair that conveyed composure fell to his chest, and scholarly-looking pincushion glasses sat on his high nose. If he were to change into a black judicial robe, he would be no different from a judge presiding over justice in court.

Wigs were once a symbol of British judges, as the British believed that only steady and serious judges could better uphold justice in the courts, thus they favored older judges. A white, curly wig that simultaneously conveyed nobility and aged characteristics became the judge's first choice.

At this moment, looking at himself in the mirror, Li Cheng's expression gradually became serious.

Although Li Cheng is currently in a precarious situation where he has to hide his whereabouts and face a high and mighty king, at this moment, he is still like a judge sitting on the dock, holding a gavel, wearing a black robe, looking down at the sinners below.

"...The judge?"

After closing his eyes and pondering for two seconds, Li Cheng slowly opened his eyes and spoke in a heavy and solemn tone.

Suspect: Edward VII

"The first crime is defamation."

"Whoever publicly insults another person by violence or other means or fabricates facts to defame another person, if the circumstances are serious, shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years, criminal detention, public surveillance or deprivation of political rights."

"His second crime is intentional injury."

"Whoever intentionally kills another shall be sentenced to death, life imprisonment, or imprisonment for not less than ten years; if the circumstances are less serious, he shall be sentenced to imprisonment for not less than three years but not more than ten years."

"The third crime is endangering national security."

"Those who organize, plan, or carry out acts of splitting the country or undermining national unity shall be deprived of their political rights. Those who incite splitting the country or undermining national unity, especially the ringleaders or those whose crimes are serious, shall be sentenced to imprisonment for not less than five years."

......

The next day.

St. George Street.

In this private villa in the heart of London, Veronica sat by the window with a furrowed brow.

Charles II's death was no small matter, but the tooth extraction was performed in full view of the public, and subsequent investigations confirmed that an overdose of ether could cause death.

Therefore, although it was hard to believe, the die was cast, and most people accepted the reality. There was certainly regret, but that was about it. More people were concerned with their own interests, particularly Edward VII's religious and political leanings.

But she did not accept it.

This was not only due to the unacceptability she felt as a child, nor simply because the cause of Charles II's death was too bizarre for her to believe, but also because of the disappearance of a person—Li Cheng.

Whenever Veronica recalled the conversation Li Cheng had with her when Charles II was taken to the medical room that day, she felt that Li Cheng had been hiding something. Perhaps it was some uncertain discovery, or perhaps he had played a role in the matter, but in any case, Li Cheng must have known something.

In particular, Li Cheng's subsequent disappearance made her even more suspicious.

Unfortunately, Veronica was able to shift her focus elsewhere at the time and didn't immediately pay attention to the search for Li Cheng. She only knew that Edward had seen him in the end, but she didn't have any useful clues.

Suspicion of Edward?

She occasionally had this crazy idea, but she couldn't find a suitable motivation, so she put it out of her mind.

However, when other investigations failed to make progress, she could only place her sole hope on searching for Li Cheng's whereabouts, whether he was dead or alive, as it would help her analyze the truth of the matter.

"It's been over a month. What do you know? And why did you suddenly disappear...?"

Veronica let out a long sigh, and inadvertently, her gaze fell on the book "Domination Love 2" on the table.

When will the Cavaliers return?

"Your Highness."

Just then, Holly rushed in from outside without even knocking.

Veronica looked quietly at her flustered maid: "What happened?"

"Huff... Huff..."

Holly paused for a moment, panting, before saying, "Someone sent a message through the maid at the door."

Someone is relaying a message?

Veronica felt a faint sense of anticipation rising within her, knowing that very few people knew about her private villa in London, and she herself rarely came here.

Who is that person?

Veronica then pressed for an answer.

Holly shook her head: "I don't know. The maid said it was a brown-haired lady I'd never seen before."

Veronique immediately lost most of her interest: "What did she say?"

"She said that a young author who wishes to remain anonymous, a workaholic who works overtime all day, wants to invite you to watch a play the day after tomorrow afternoon."

An anonymous author? A workaholic who works overtime all the time?

Veronica quickly connected the dots to Li Cheng and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Her smile lasted only a moment before she quickly wiped it away and continued, "Where is it?"

“She didn’t say,” Holly shook her head.

“I understand,” Veronica nodded.

Although many things weren't mentioned, she could guess which theater it was and which play it was.

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Before this.

After receiving Anne's paper (or more accurately, an excerpt), Li Cheng did not rush to take the next step.

He still needs to confirm some things.

It was because of Stoller's words that Li Cheng began to have doubts about Veronica, which led him to not tell her about the suspicious points he had observed at the time.

But now it seems that there are many suspicious circumstances surrounding the death of Stoller's friend, Mr. Richman. If we could gather information about the period before and after his death, as well as what he did, we might be able to obtain a lot of useful information.

Therefore, he may need to make a trip to the bank owned by the Richman family, as an investor.

Listen carefully.

Li Cheng said with a serious expression, "Your task from now on is to play the role of my personal maid. Do you remember what I told you?"

Although hiring a female personal maid instead of a male servant would not improve Li Cheng's reputation as a gentleman, it was a necessary measure out of necessity.

After all, Susie really didn't seem like the type to impersonate a housekeeper; she was too easy to give herself away...

"I've roughly remembered it."

Susie stood opposite, clutching the hem of her maid outfit—which was far more refined than that of a typical maid—and awkwardly took a few steps: "But I really can't get used to wearing this..."

"You have to wear it even if you're not used to it. You'll get used to it eventually."

Li Cheng thought for a moment and then said, "How about this, we won't go today. You can get used to it first and just treat yourself as a real personal maid for a day."

Susie was quite happy when she heard the first part that she wasn't going today, but she was dumbfounded when she heard the second part.

Susie was taken aback: "One day of practice?"

Li Cheng nodded: "Yes, let's start with how we address each other. Now we'll call you master."

He swore he had no perverse tastes; it was just a job requirement. It would be very strange for a wealthy investor not to have a servant by his side.

Chapter 151 Ruichiman

A temporary special training session is underway in a hotel room.

"Let's start with how we address each other."

Li Cheng leaned back in the wooden armchair that came with the room, and said with a serious expression, "For the next period of time, you can't call me by my name or Wizard or any other nonsense. You have to call me Master, and your tone has to be respectful from the bottom of your heart... Well, this may be a little difficult, but at least it has to be respectful, and it can't be too inappropriate."

Although I've already emphasized this once, I'll reiterate it again—this isn't some kind of perverse humor, it's just a work requirement, hmm.

Susie was standing in the center of the room, wearing a maid outfit she had bought online. Although it was nominally a second-hand item, its still bright colors and clean fabric suggested that it hadn't been worn much, which was why Li Cheng chose it.

After receiving Li Cheng's instructions, she pondered for a moment and began to understand the content.

The tone should be respectful, at least deferential... This wasn't too difficult for Susie. She had some respect for Li Cheng, the wizard. As for the title "master," perhaps modern people wouldn't accept it, but it was quite common at this time. Susie hadn't called him that herself, but she had heard of it.

After a moment's hesitation, Susie tried to compose herself and tentatively asked, "Master...?"

"You're learning pretty fast..." Li Cheng was surprised for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's about it. Now try to say a complete sentence."

He then took a breath and uttered that classic maid line: "Welcome back, Master! Would you like to eat first? Or take a bath first? Or... cough cough, no need for the rest."