Silent Crown Chapter 117: A letter from a stranger (part one)

It was a scorching afternoon, and everything was blanched by the sun. www.geiliwx.com

The water vapor was evaporating, being swept by the feeble sea breeze, blowing towards Avalon, adding a third of suffocating heat to this city.

In the sweaty hot wind, the whole city seems to be exuding a burnt smell.

In Shangcheng District, in an exquisite villa, there is air-conditioning in the study. A steady stream of cool breeze blows in from the ducts, making people comfortable in such a hot summer.

Behind the desk, a slightly older man with monocles was concentrating on cleaning his most beloved pipe, and in silence, a hurried footstep suddenly sounded outside the door.

He frowned, raised his head and looked out the door, and saw the old butler pushing the door in panic.

The man was already sweating and looking flustered. He looked at his master in horror, but he couldn't speak.

It looks like it's running all the way from the gate, panting, this old bone looks like an escape, looks like a godless, and is holding a crumpled envelope in his hand.

"Spencer, Mr. Spencer."

He hurried forward and put the opened envelope in his hand on the table: "I just picked up the letter...Look at this."

"Who's from? Didn't you just reply to me for irrelevant letters?"

Spencer frowned, opened the folded letter paper, and looked at the contents, seemingly irrelevant.

Looks like a letter from a younger generation, greeting my body, thanking myself for your care, and feeling lucky for my suggestion at someone’s wedding last month...

Last month?

He was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart: "Have I attended any wedding on the 7th of last month?"

"No. Lord."

Karen, who knew Spencer’s schedule, shook his head stiffly: "Last month on the 7th...it was the day when those people came to pick up the goods."

"Those people? Pick up the goods?"

Spencer was taken aback, stiffened.

He lowered his head and looked into the letter again, only to see what seemed to be a bland sentence. The lines between the words seemed to imply that a transaction that should have been unknown to no one.

The quantity of goods and the time of departure. Distribution channel...

The cargo that should have been unknown to the ship, the smuggled ordnance that should have been hidden in the dark, and the secrets that should be rotten in the stomach, they were written into the letter with the palm of their hands!

Six hundred sets of heavy armor, seventy of the latest watchmen bows and crossbows, and most importantly...five sets of archangel armor, a battlefield killing machine developed by the Royal Academy.

They should have been smuggled into the dark world silently, and become a secret that nobody knows. They should have been, they should have been...

It should have been his mother!

But now it's all exposed by one person. And that person left his name behind the letter so arrogantly and mockingly.

——Sherlock Holmes!

At the end of the letterhead, the person who left the handwriting said so.

After reading the last line, Spencer's face has turned pale and frozen.

"Those goods, were...discovered, sir." Karen's butler's voice was hoarse.

"Impossible!"

Spencer was furious at first, but looked at the old butler's flustered eyes, but didn't know where the full anger should lean toward!

"***, ***......"

He gritted his teeth and crumpled the entire letter into waste paper. Throw it on the ground and step on it angrily until it finally calms down. He turned around and asked:

"Where is the person who sent the letter?"

"It was a little beggar who dropped it into the mailbox. We didn't have time to catch it and we ran away." The old housekeeper wiped his sweat: "Master, do we need this matter..."

"Calm down!"

Spencer gritted his teeth: "Things are not so bad that they can still be covered."

He suppressed his tremor, muttering to himself, as if comforting himself: "It can be covered. No one will know, no one..."

"Master. Master!"

The servant knocked on the door, and after pushing it open, he found the freezing atmosphere in the room. Two other people cast their somber gazes.

"What's the matter?"

Spencer's eyes were full of murderous intent: "I didn't say that I was not allowed to disturb me in the study?"

"Here, two guests are here, they want to see you."

"Don't you see that I am busy?!"

Spencer was furious and smashed the pipe to his feet, forgetting that it was his most beloved baby. He roared, venting the panic in his heart:

"Let them go! I'm not seeing anyone! Do you understand?!"

"He, they said..."

The servant swallowed: "They said they are the fifth department and want to ask you something."

Spencer was stunned, and the old butler Karen looked back stiffly, his eyes lost:

"The...Fifth Department of the Military Ministry?"

The servant nodded.

Karen staggered and fell to the ground, breathing almost stopped.

This old housekeeper has always been so proud of his demeanor that he can no longer maintain his original posture, his old attitude is full, like an epilepsy patient who can't take care of himself.

He looked back at Spencer, his eyes full of despair:

"Master..."

The fifth department, the hound department, the mad kennel, the executioner’s house, the ashes incinerator, and the nightmare department... these are its nicknames.

As we all know, the military has only four departments, and there is no fifth. But the fifth one exists. They were secretly established after the dragoon troops were banned, and they were specifically responsible for surveillance, intelligence, assassination, and handling of all issues that could not be put on the sun.

Does not belong to any sequence. These guys are wild dogs who only serve the royal loyalty. The person in charge is an old bone who has gone through three dynasties, and makes people hate the tickling lunatic-Maxwell.

Under the leadership of this old bone, they almost turned into a nightmare for the whole Anglo. Everyone knows that these executioners do nothing but come to the door...

"Master, master... gone, master."

The servant hurriedly called to Spencer in a daze, reaching out to pat his shoulder, but Spencer screamed and slapped his hand away. Staggered back, almost leaning against the wall.

"I won't go!"

His expression was horrified, and he curled up in the corner. She screamed like crazy: "I'm not going anywhere! The Rossi family is a kingdom hero, they can't do this to me!"

"Master. They are gone." The servant lowered his head and reported again: "They left."

Spencer was stunned, as if in disbelief: "Gone?"

"Yes, let's go."

The servant nodded: "They said you don't look very convenient. They left an invitation letter saying that you are welcome to come and sit at any time, or they come to pick you up."

Spencer sat in his chair in confusion and looked out the window blankly.

Under the scorching sun outside the window, two men in black got into the carriage. Go away silently. They are gone, are these mad dogs really gone?

After a long time, Spencer finally reacted and raised his head to order:

"Go out! Go out! I want to be alone..."

The servant walked out with Karen limply, and Spencer opened the secret door in the quiet study alone and walked into the small secret room.

He sat on the chair in the secret room, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he had turned into a bird of prey.

A vulture flying in the sky.

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When he rushed to the top floor of the bell tower. Everything was messed up in that secret meeting room.

The angry and flustered birds of prey were arguing and screaming endlessly.

The vulture retracts its wings. Falling in the middle, I found that the people who came here today are very familiar... They are all ‘companions’ who have worked with me.

The veteran Pelican is maintaining order.

"Calm down everyone, don't make noise!"

"Pelican! Do you really know our current situation?" The magpie screamed, "What is going on with that letter?"

The condor was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't even receive the letter by himself.

He turned around and found that fourteen families had received the letter of unknown origin. Six families had already visited by secret police.

"Where is the Blue Falcon?" the vulture asked in a low voice.

"I was taken away."

The owl fell from the sky and said coldly: "Just a few minutes ago, I just received the news."

The birds were silent for a while, their eyes panicked.

"Everyone. Calm down."

By contrast, the Pelican was calmer: "It's obvious. Our relationship with the Mouse Club has been discovered. The smuggling record has been completely exposed.

This is the end of the matter, and it is irreversible. We need the aftermath, the aftermath, understand? "

"Who is that guy named Holmes?" Owl gritted his teeth angrily: "I want this **** to die!

Where is the Robin? Isn't he in charge of the Xiacheng area? "

"Be safe and restless, my friend, I am here."

A blue robin dropped from the sky, landed in the middle of the crowd, and said lightly: "The people below are looking for clues."

"Damn it, it's always being checked, it's being checked!"

The condor was furious: "The trash can't find anything!"

The Pelican also nodded: "Most of the people who are willing to work for us in Xiacheng are rat clubs. Is the rat club still credible now? Sam must give us an explanation!"

"Sam has disappeared. He knows we are looking for him, and will definitely hide."

The Robin gave the worse news: "Perhaps, he has fallen into the hands of the guy named Holmes."

The Pelican hesitated and said, "I can go to the musicians of the Enlightenment Department, and I will definitely find some clues from the letter."

"It's useless, I looked for it a long time ago."

Owl shook his head: "Master Mona has already read the letter~ IndoMTL.com~ There are no traceable clues, no fingerprints, no sweat, no body odor. That guy wears gloves. There is no medium to trace it. His identity.

The guy himself is an expert, and he may even be a musician. "

"How about stationery? Stationery is the best medium!"

"I have tried it. The movement traced back to "Yesterday Reappearance" is too confusing. There are even a lot of musicians left on it, but none of them is him.

Those letters are as if they were written in a conference room of the Musician Association!

Moreover, even people from the police department don't need to look for it. The blind can see that the person who wrote this thing is definitely a noble...or it is a scribe in the noble's home. Everyone, is the secretary beside you really credible? "

He paused, his eyes became dangerous:

"Or is he one of us?" (to be continued)

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