My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

But now Orson couldn't figure out the specific reason that made Odysseus give up the governance of the royal territory to his own children.

Because this matter will inevitably evolve into a mutual struggle between the two sides in the end, and it is not impossible that it will become a large-scale war.

Perhaps only Odysseus, who gave the order, knew what he was thinking in his heart.

……

At night, Sherlock, who was living in the hotel, was awakened by the noise at her door. She opened the door, only to see the front desk clerk standing at the door with a letter in his hand.

"Miss Sherlock, here is your letter."

"Okay." Sherlock nodded, took the letter and opened it.

The moment she saw the sender's name, she was stunned.

Then he read the contents of the letter carefully.

"Dear Miss Charlotte, how are you?

I'm Orson. We had a brief collaboration at the Orchid Tavern before, and I believe you still remember me.

I'm a good person now. My safety is guaranteed in the palace, but at the same time, my movements are restricted and I can't conduct my own investigation.

I have thought about this for a long time these days, and finally decided to tell you what I know now. I hope you can continue the investigation with my wishes, get to the bottom of this matter as soon as possible, and clear the name of the world.

The following is the information I have collected so far. I hope it will be helpful to you. Regarding some uncertain information, I will leave notes later..."

The letter was written on two pages, filled with the information and reasoning that Orson had collected. Sherlock read it for a whole night before he finally figured out some ideas for solving the case.

"The nobles are really troublesome." Sherlock felt emotional when he thought of Orson being "under house arrest" in the palace.

I was almost detained in the police station before. It was indeed safe there, but once I gave up investigating the case for my own safety, I was no longer connected with my ideals.

As she was a commoner, the authorities naturally would not pay much attention to her, but given Orson's identity, she had no choice.

"In that case, let me fulfill your wish on your behalf." Sherlock said this, and he was determined to solve the case as soon as possible.

Then she took her hat from the clothes rack, put it on her head, and started to go to the place predicted by Orson to collect information.

Chapter 100: Sherlock in Action

This morning, in an inconspicuous street in the lower town of Saint Laurent.

A girl in a windbreaker and a brown hat was walking on the street. When she came to the door of a tavern, she stopped and watched for a while, then took out a note from her pocket. After confirming it, she pushed open the door of the tavern.

At this moment, apart from the drunkards lying on the tables, the only people in the pub were the waiters on duty in the morning.

Seeing the girl come in, the waiter frowned.

"I'm sorry, miss. Our business hours start at 4pm. We are closed now. These customers are from last night..."

"I know. I'm here to find someone." Sherlock said this and came to the bar. Looking at the surprised waiter, she asked:

"Excuse me, have you ever known a man called Mudrick before?"

"Uh... why did you mention him? I remember that he was the suspect in the previous Saint Laurent City demon case..."

"Well, we received intelligence that Mudrick loved to drink in your pub when he was alive. Is that correct?"

The waiter heard this, thought for a moment, and then nodded.

"If you say so, then it is true. Mudrick and his Iron Wolf Mercenaries are important contributors to our tavern's accounts. After they got into trouble, we did lose a lot of income. But this is also a good thing, because they caused trouble here before and drove away a lot of customers. After they stopped coming, customers gradually became willing to come back."

"In that case, let me ask you again, did you know that before the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group incident, Mudrick often chatted with people outside the Iron Wolf Mercenary Group here?"

"This... Even I, a staff member, don't know this. How did you know this, young lady?"

The waiter looked at Sherlock in surprise, and then stared at him, hoping that he could give him a reasonable explanation.

"That's why, of course."

Sherlock looked at the waiter's expression, smiled, and then took out a ring from his arms.

"Mudrick has the habit of saving letters for communication. This is the information we found in his storage ring. He often receives letters from the same person, and that person invited him to meet here."

"So, do you understand why I'm here?"

Having said this, Sherlock looked at the waiter seriously.

"I'm here to investigate a previous unsolved case. This unsolved case also involves the assassination of His Majesty the Emperor and the Duke of Orleans. You should know how serious it is."

Hearing Sherlock say this, the waiter immediately became panicked.

He had never seen such a big scene before. The other party even brought out His Majesty the Emperor.

"I... I really don't know... Although I have worked here for a long time and know many customers, I still know what to do and what not to do. Every time Mudrick comes alone, I dare not disturb him because he wants to discuss business with someone. The person who is discussing business... I really don't know who it is. I only know that every time he comes, he will not tell me his name..."

"So...what about the physical features? Do you remember them?"

"I don't know..." The waiter shook his head.

The conversation between the two people seemed very noisy in the now quiet pub, and several sleeping drinkers opened their eyes drowsily.

When one of them heard the conversation between the two, he walked up on his own, as if he was still drunk.

Sherlock could smell the odor of alcohol from a distance. She pinched her nose, frowned, and then stepped aside.

The person who came was a drunkard with untidy beard and messy hair. He looked to be around 40 years old. This kind of middle-aged drunkard should be someone who lost his job and spent the whole day here getting drunk.

"Did I just hear you talking about Mudrick?" The drunk burped, and another smell of alcohol filled the air in front of the two of them, causing Sherlock and the waiter to frown.

"Yes, do you have any information?"

Although Sherlock was very unhappy with the drunkard, judging from his reaction, he seemed to know what was going on, so he did not drive him away directly.

"Ha, ha, ha, I'm nicknamed the Tavern Ear. There's nothing in this tavern that I don't know. I've also heard a little about the man you want to know about who often talks to Mudrick alone. How about buying some information from me?"

As the drunk said this, he made a money gesture with his hand, indicating that Sherlock should use money to buy information.

Sherlock knew what the other party was thinking, so he asked:

"How much do you want?"

"Ah, talking about money is so vulgar. I value loyalty." Then he came to Shylock and whispered:

"Just tell me who asked you to come."

"Does it matter who asked me to come?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then named a force.

"Royalty."

"Royal family? Oh, Miss, you seem to be from an important family. Since you said so, it's okay for me to tell you..."

"Hiccup~"

He burped again, and then told all the information he knew.

……

After obtaining the information he wanted, Sherlock immediately set off for the next location.

Lodi, who worked for Giovanni, Duke of Naples, was not the one who provided Mudrick with the devil potion. According to the drunkard's description, the person who often came into contact with Mudrick in the tavern was not Lodi, but someone else.

"Oh, detectives are so busy." Sherlock sighed about his current situation on the road, and then came to an underground casino.

This casino was recently acquired by Alsace from Orson at a low price. It passed through the Orchid Tavern for a while. In terms of personnel, except for a few core members who were replaced, it is basically all the same as before.

It is precisely because of this that others have room to operate.

It was in this casino that the Orleans family crest was found, so there is definitely something wrong here.

Unfortunately, it was not so easy for Sherlock to get in this time.

"Sorry, we are currently undergoing renovations and cannot enter at the moment."

As soon as Sherlock reached the door, he was stopped by the guard standing at the door.

"Even if I was ordered to search for evidence, is that not possible?"

"No, and the royal commissioners have come to search for evidence three times before. There is nothing left to investigate."

"Well... you've been on duty for so long and it's been hard work. This little money is my token of my appreciation..."

"Sorry, you can't get in even if you pay." The guard righteously rejected Sherlock's bribe.

"..." Sherlock pursed his lips. Seeing that the other party was unmoved, he could only turn around and leave.

Chapter 101: Milton

So she left?

Obviously impossible!

The reason Sherlock was able to become a detective and gain some fame was not only due to his brain, but his martial arts was also a very important reason.

When she was talking to Orson, she had already confessed her strength.

Fifth level magician.

In fact, she still hid her true strength at that time.

In fact, my strength is level six.

It shouldn't be a problem for a sixth-level magician to sneak in here.

After the guard chased Sherlock away, he relaxed his guard.

After all, at this time, no one would be so blind as to run here. Why would they risk their lives for a few silver coins a month? They would definitely slack off if they could.

Then, without his noticing, a door opened quietly, and Sherlock slipped in quietly.

In the past, when Sherlock was solving cases in other places, he would encounter all kinds of obstacles. In fact, he had encountered situations like today more than once. In this situation, since he couldn't get in by reasoning, he could only use some unconventional means.

Because the business was closed for restructuring, there weren't many people here except for the occasional cleaning staff passing by, so no one noticed Sherlock sneaking in.

The drunk man in the morning gave Sherlock a piece of information.

The drunkard often frequented shady places like bars and casinos, so the man who met Mudrick was often seen in this casino.

The other person seemed to be a manager in the casino, or a very famous guest. Every time he came here, he went to the VIP box. Because he was always protected by someone and was the most conspicuous, the drunk man had a deep impression of him.

In short, as long as we can find the registration book in the casino, we can definitely lock down the suspect's information.

Thinking of this, Sherlock quietly came to the front desk and began to search under the counter.

Just at this moment, she heard footsteps coming closer and closer in the distance.

She quickly stopped what she was doing and then shrank under the counter.

Fortunately, the other party just stopped in front of the counter, seemingly waiting for someone.

Not long after, another pair of footsteps was heard, and they also stopped in front of the counter.

Just as Sherlock was looking at the two pairs of feet through the gap under the counter, wondering if the other party had noticed that he was about to attack him, one of them spoke.

"Has the information been passed down from above? How long will it take us to open for business?"

"We have to wait until this incident is over. Besides, His Majesty's speech in the square seems to mean that he is not going to give us a chance to live..."

It seemed that these two people were the managers of the casino. After hearing the first few sentences, Sherlock immediately pricked up his ears and prepared to record the entire conversation, which would be an important clue later.

"It's hard for us to say about the talk in the square. Anyway, up to now, the City Hall and the Royal Palace have not ordered a complete closure, so we should open if possible."

"Yeah, I think so too. After all, there will always be people doing our business. Whether we are laundering money for the rich or helping them maintain order among the people, Your Majesty will never kill us all."

"But it's hard to say here... After all, we found the family crest of the murdered duke last time."

"Are you sure? Is it authentic?"

"It is genuine. After all, no one dares to forge the Duke's family crest."

"How is it possible that no one dares to do it? They dared to assassinate the Duke, but they can't forge the family emblem?"

"The key is that the family emblem is not easy to forge. It has the family mark on it, and people with the same bloodline can sense it. The young duke came to test it and confirmed that it is authentic..."

"I feel like there's something fishy about this matter..."

The two chatted for a while, but never talked about any progress in solving the case. Sherlock even wanted to jump out and question them.

But now I am the one who is in the wrong, and the other party seems to be in a bad mood. If I jump out, I might get into trouble.

"Alas, when we were working under Alpha, things like this didn't happen. After we followed His Royal Highness the Prince, I thought we would be very successful, but suddenly this happened... The small banks and money houses that lent us money have been asking for repayment these days, but we are not open for business, so where would the money come from..."

When Sherlock heard the word Alpha, he became alert again.

Wasn't this casino owned by the prince before?