I am level zero and start my journey to another world from Dragon Girl Village

There is a botanical garden in the back and a hunting ground.

All the people playing there are from the Philo family.

It can be seen that the death of Grand Duke Philo had no negative impact on them.

“What a carefree bunch of people.”

The two continued to stroll and passed by a remote cabin.

From a distance, Wright saw the cabin shaking slightly, and some intriguing sounds came from inside.

"It's just an affair. It's very common in places like this. There are men and men, men and women, even women and women, men and men, women and men, women and men, and men and men."

"I roughly understand what you mean, but what do these men-women and women-women, and women-women-men mean?"

Sherlock had a subtle expression.

"literal meaning."

At this time, a dog barked in the cabin.

Wright raised his brows slightly and looked at Sherlock.

"Is this common?"

Sherlock smiled awkwardly.

“This is not really common.”

The two of them didn't stop. They walked to a corner and stopped tacitly. Then they stuck their heads out and looked at the wooden house in the distance. They wanted to see who was so powerful.

The two of them took turns to look out and guard.

At this time, Wright saw movement in the cabin.

He reached out and patted Sherlock who was squatting behind him.

"Come out, come out."

Sherlock also stuck his head out.

A decently dressed woman came out of the cabin, leading two large dogs.

The two looked at each other and their mouths were crooked with smiles.

What a ruthless person, two large dogs.

This is really a rare thing that has happened.

The two of them left without stopping.

This kind of thing is just for taking a look to satisfy your curiosity. If you are discovered, then it will be a big deal.

The two walked on the road, no one spoke, but both of them never stopped laughing.

After all, this fact is really too explosive.

The two walked around the manor and came to the Philo family cemetery.

The blonde girl Irene is standing in front of her own tombstone, telling her parents about her current situation.

It is difficult to evaluate such a young child without parents.

Only you know the bitterness here.

Sherlock's eyes softened.

The relationship between the two is still very pure.

After all, in Wright's opinion, Sherlock is a relatively normal person.

Chapter 608: Wright's Subjective Reasoning

The two watched for a while from a distance and then left.

The two of them decided not to disturb their family during this time alone.

The scene changed and all the members of the Philo family gathered in the banquet hall.

They sat around a long table that was thirty meters long.

Irene now sits in Grand Duke Philo's seat, and Sherlock sits across from him thirty meters away.

Wright stood in the distance as a guest NPC and a servant. This was Wright's own request.

This was the largest family dinner Wright had ever seen.

But a large number of people does not mean a lively atmosphere, just like the famous painting The Last Supper.

The emotions on these people's faces were different.

No one dared to speak, no one dared to leave, there was only the sound of tableware colliding, food being chewed and swallowed, and people breathing.

Irene said nothing, but it was worth a thousand words.

Sherlock observed the expressions of everyone present.

Wright was outside watching the expressions of the servants and waiters.

The atmosphere was quite depressing, and some people even fainted.

The two people who were farthest apart exchanged glances.

Irene wiped her mouth gracefully and left the table first.

Of course, this was also part of the plan. As Irene left, the people at the table left one after another. The servants and waiters also left after seeing their masters leave. In the end, only Wright and Sherlock were left.

Wright ate from the table using brand new cutlery.

This dinner was simply a test, and everyone knew that the purpose of calling them here was not to have a meal.

Sherlock recalled the conditions of those people while Wright continued to eat.

"Who do you think is the murderer?"

Wright put down his knife and fork, looked up at the priceless crystal chandelier that could kill a group of people if it fell.

"To be honest, ever since I knew that the person who died was someone that even Aunt Ekaterina would nod her head in question, I had an immature answer in my mind."

"How immature?"

"Archduke Philo committed suicide, but it was made to look like murder. I don't think anyone would dare to assassinate the Archduke in his territory. There are too many ways to find the truth in this world. Maybe the truth is not important, but it must be discovered, even if only a few people know about it and keep it as an open secret."

"The death of Archduke Philo can be considered a family dispute at best, but it can also be considered a matter of national dignity at best."

Sherlock froze in place.

His mentor once said that the scenery you see is different when you stand in different positions, even if the scenery looks the same.

Wright's perspective was something Sherlock had never thought of.

"Your direction is something I have never imagined. It is possible that your guess is true. Why don't we have a competition?"

Wright took the napkin and wiped his mouth.

"Comparison of what."

"Is the cause of Archduke Philo's death suicide or homicide? If it is suicide, I lose, and I agree to one of your conditions. If it is homicide, you lose, and you agree to one of my conditions."

Wright nodded.

"Okay, I accept this challenge."

Wright saw that there was still quite a bit of food left.

"I say, you haven't moved much since the beginning, don't you want to eat something?"

Sherlock shook his head. "I don't have much appetite."

“Then I ate it.”

"You just never stop talking."

"Hahaha."

They both laughed at the same time.

After Wright finished eating, the two went to the room where Archduke Philo was killed.

To be on the safe side, both of them wore isolation suits.

The site is still relatively well preserved.

The location and direction in which Archduke Philo died, as well as the location where the blood was spread.

The two looked around.

Grand Duke Philo's room is on the top floor of the manor.

It’s the eighth floor of a fairly normal building, and it’s almost impossible to get in from the outside.

The barrier of this manor was set up by the royal family of Dilenavik.

There is no doubt about the safety. Grand Duke Philo's room also has special restrictions, and Grand Duke Philo is not without defensive measures.

So he was able to sneak into Archduke Philo's room and kill people without Archduke Philo noticing.

There are too many doubts here.

At this time, the butler pushed the door open.

"You two, Miss Irene asked me to fully cooperate with you. My name is Rig, and I am the butler of Philo Manor."

Upon hearing this, Wright asked, "Does Grand Duke Philo have an autobiography or something like that? I want to know more about his life."

Butler Rig nodded.

"Yes, please follow me."

Wright followed, and when Sherlock didn't follow, he asked, "Aren't you coming with us?"

Sherlock shook his head.

“It’s more efficient to act separately.”

Wright nodded and left.

The butler took Wright to Archduke Philo's study.

The books here are comparable to a library.

The butler took out the key and opened the locked drawer.

He handed Wright a book called The Life of Philo.

"Dear guest, this is the book you requested. It records the life of the Grand Duke."

Wright asked subconsciously.

"Everything?"

"How is that possible? Everyone has secrets that cannot be told. The only things that can be written in a book are what the Grand Duke wants others to see."

Wright nodded. "I took it for granted."

The butler didn't respond.

"You can call me if you need me. Ring the bell on the desk and I will come to you."

Wright looked at the desk and sure enough, there was a bell.

Wright sat in Archduke Philo's chair and read Archduke Philo's autobiography.

According to the book, Grand Duke Philo was a stubborn but wise man.

His choices in big matters are always perfect, but his handling of small matters is very lacking.

Especially in household matters.

This made Wright think of the big family of Dilenavik.

It's hard to take care of both ends. Is this a common problem for big shots?

Wright gathered himself and continued reading.

Grand Duke Philo has been a businessman, a soldier, and a politician.