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

Every line can be done well.

Every time I stop doing it when things are getting better and better.

Helping Dilenavik to establish his country and helping Yekaterina to restore her country were both extremely risky angel investments.

But he succeeded in every case, and each time he left without hesitation after completing his task, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

No wonder Ekaterina respected him so much.

He has a very good sense of scale.

Because of his great achievements, he must not be very good to his family.

It can be said that it is either beating or scolding.

The desire to control children is very strong.

But it is undeniable that the children under his control are all doing quite well under his control.

However, there are always some children who are rebellious, such as Grand Duke Philo's youngest son.

Grand Duke Philo gave birth to his youngest son when he was sixty years old. Because of the different times and the different education he received, he became the youngest and most favored son of the Grand Duke.

His arrival brought a breath of new air to the ancient and solemn Philo family.

He knew all the etiquette of the nobility, but never bothered to do them.

He jumped back and forth between the upper and lower classes of society.

Chapter 609 Okay, then I won’t bother you.

Dare to blatantly expose the dark side of high society.

Dare to fall in love with an ordinary girl, marry her, and have children.

Dare to refute your own father, even if your father is the famous Grand Duke Philo.

He is a veritable outlier, yet so fascinating.

Even after getting married, she did not follow the path set by Grand Duke Philo.

He became a judge, a judge who was not afraid of power.

Worshipped by the masses and respected by colleagues.

But such people will one day touch the interests of some big shots.

The case that the youngest son of Grand Duke Philo took over involved many nobles, including members of the Philo family.

Many people privately advised him to stop participating in this matter, but if he stopped, he would no longer be himself.

After he finished judging the case, he died, along with his wife.

The explanation given was food poisoning.

Wright read to the end and closed the book.

This is not an autobiography at all; it is clearly a celebration of the great achievements of his youngest son.

Every word he said was filled with remorse towards his youngest son.

Wright couldn't help but feel sorry for Grand Duke Philo's youngest son.

He is the charismatic protagonist in the book. Even though he is dead, his charm and spirit still radiate.

His death is a loss to this country and this society.

And there are many doubts.

Given Grand Duke Philo's status, it would not be difficult for him to protect his youngest son.

If it's assassination, why not cut the root of the problem?

Wright looked at the autobiography carefully and found no information about the publisher, which meant that it was an unpublished autobiography.

Isn't this his suicide note?

It was mentioned in the book before that the case involved family members.

If the death of Grand Duke Philo's youngest son was instructed by Grand Duke Philo, Grand Duke Philo was also involved in that huge chain of interests, and the reason he did not wipe out the roots was just to leave an heir for his youngest son's lineage.

Does the praise and appreciation in the autobiography mean that Archduke Philo regretted his sins? After a long period of fermentation, the regret intensified Archduke Philo's desire to die and he wanted to atone for his sins?

And if it was suicide, there would be suspicion of suicide out of fear of punishment.

This would damage his reputation, so it is absolutely not allowed. If he pretends it was murder, there would be no worries.

It can be regarded as the last dignity of a Grand Duke.

These are all Wright's guesses and cannot be taken seriously.

At some point, the butler appeared beside Wright.

Wright jumped when he felt someone around him.

When did this person come?

The butler brought a cup of black tea.

"Guest, please."

Wright picked up the tea and took a sip.

"Mr. Rig, what was the health condition of Grand Duke Philo when he was alive? Did he suffer from insomnia?"

The butler did not hide it.

"Guest, the problem you mentioned does exist for the Duke. He often suffers from insomnia and stays up late. He needs to take sleeping pills to fall asleep. As his condition worsens, the dosage will increase."

"Are the sleeping pills you take toxic?"

Rig smiled and said, "Sir, the medicine itself is poisonous, it's just a matter of how much poison it has and where it acts."

Wright smiled and said, "Then I understand. It was you who killed Grand Duke Philo, or rather, it was Grand Duke Philo who asked you to kill him."

Rig shook his head.

"You're close, but that person isn't me."

Wright raised his brow.

"You really know everything."

Rig smiled but said nothing.

Wright stood up and left.

Rig watched Wright leave.

"I didn't expect that someone would get close to the confusing truth so soon. But this last step is very difficult to take."

Wright returned to his guest room and was about to lie down when the door was knocked open.

It's Sherlock.

The two sat on the sofa facing each other.

"How's it going, Wright. What's the harvest like?"

"The death of Grand Duke Philo is related to the death of Miss Irene's parents. If my guess is correct, Miss Irene's parents died in Philo Manor."

Sherlock smiled helplessly.

"indeed."

"The deaths of the two should be directly related to Grand Duke Filo. I can't understand why anyone would dare to touch Grand Duke Filo's youngest son without his tacit consent."

Wright told Sherlock everything he knew, including his own guess and Rigg's answer.

Sherlock absorbed this, combined it with the information he had, and began to think.

"I can't think of anything now, so go to bed early."

Wright couldn't help but laugh.

"If you hadn't come, I would have fallen asleep."

"Goodnight then?"

"Good night."

After saying good night to each other, one went to bed and the other opened the door.

Sherlock walked down the corridor and came to the room where Irene was resting.

After some hesitation, he knocked on Irene's door.

Irene opened the door and looked at Sherlock.

"It's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Sherlock squeezed in through the door.

"You haven't slept either, I came to see you."

Sherlock walked into Irene's former boudoir.

He sat on the soft big bed like half the owner.

"I said, Grand Duke Philo gave most of his property to you."

Irene's reaction was a little flat. "How did you know?"

Sherlock looked at a pair of files on the desk.

Sherlock picked one up at random.

"Do you want to share all these? Actually, there is no point in sharing them with a half-baked detective like me. I still have to serve tea and water to you. It's so unfair to be a little maid."

Irene sneered.

"Since you know you're wronging me, don't let me do this."

Sherlock smiled.

"You can't let me down, right? If I have to let someone down, I'd rather let you down."

"Humph."

At this time, Sherlock suddenly asked: "Erin, who do you think killed your grandfather?"

Irene was stunned for a moment.

"How could I possibly know."

Sherlock waved his hand.

"I have no idea now, so feel free to speak up. Anyone can."

Even though Sherlock said this, Irene still refused to answer.

"Erin, I feel like you're no longer yourself since you came back here."

Irene was silent for a moment.

"What if I've always been like this?"

Sherlock shook his head helplessly.

"To be honest, I kind of regret telling you the truth."

Irene looked at Sherlock with a gloomy expression.

"Have you said enough?"

"Are you impatient?"

Irene didn't answer, which was considered as her consent.

"Okay, I won't bother you then."

"If you are tired of me, I will not bother you or appear in your life."

"If this is you, then we shouldn't have had any intersection."

Irene looked towards Sherlock, and all she saw was the closed door.