I can't tell that this guy's hobbies are quite elegant.

Martin complained secretly in his heart, and then silently packed the documents.

Seeing the decoration in the room, he thought of another thing.

"Does Anthony have no children?" Martin asked.

The guards shook their heads: "No, it should be because he has a physical problem. It is said that his first two wives have never been pregnant. In addition, he has no brothers, and his parents have passed away long ago."

Martin looked at the luxuriously decorated room. If there was no heir, these properties would have to be confiscated.

When he left, Martin also took away an Anthony account book.

In addition to the accounts, some simple schedules are also recorded.

for example……

Such things.

Combined with the list provided by the garrison, Martin began to search for these people one by one to investigate the case.

Facts have proved that the windbreaker that symbolizes the temple is extremely intimidating.

For all of Anthony's business partners, no one dared to refuse Martin's inquiry.

Especially after learning about Anthony's death, they cooperated very well and tried their best to report any valuable information they knew one by one.

However, they obviously don't know much.

Only Glass merchant Gillard is Anthony's friend, and he is also the only one who showed sadness after learning about Anthony's death.

And from him, Martin learned something about Anthony.

The fleet that we cooperated with in the past two years was disbanded. Anthony was worried about this a while ago and often went to several taverns in the Fifth Port to find suitable fleets.

This is a very important decision for businessmen engaged in navigation trade.

So, Anthony was very cautious.

Martin also saw many inexplicable words from his account book, most of which were drawn with forks.

Sometimes, two or three similar words are recorded on one page.

Sometimes, one page is just one, and it doesn't even exist at all.

Most of them have simple descriptions.

For example,,,, etc...

Now that I think about it, those names should represent different fleets, and those who draw the fork are Anthony who is considering the partners.

When talking about life, Gillard told Martin that although Anthony and Mile had a bad connection, their relationship was still quite sincere.

Since he married Mi'er two years ago, he has rarely visited the likes of the trash.

However, Anthony has always wanted a child very much.

This also became his heart disease.

After all, he has such a large amount of wealth in his hand, and now he is old. After a hundred years, these wealth will face the embarrassment of no one to inherit.

This is something he is absolutely unwilling to accept.

Unfortunately, although Anthony's two wives sought medical treatment, they did not get pregnant in the end.

This also made Anthony guess that it might be because of his own problems.

For this reason, he kept searching for some unreliable earthworks, hoping that miracles would happen.

But it is obvious that these methods did not take effect in the end, so that he was always depressed about his offspring...

After leaving Gillard's glass shop, Martin did not go to Port Fifth.

The fifth port is located west of the city and is very far away, so he plans to go to two other places first - the cafes and galleries that Mier often visits.

First, there is the music cafe.

Located at 12 Birmingham Street, this is a very quiet luxury villa.

When Martin got off the carriage, he thought the coachman had come to the wrong place.

But the words "12 Birmingham Street" are clearly written on the house number.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon now.

Martin observed at the door for a while, and during this period, two noble ladies in dresses walked out of the gate and took a carriage to leave.

At the door, there are two tall and majestic security guards.

Martin looked at the windbreaker on his body, thought for a moment, and then got on the carriage and left.

When he returned here again, he had already put on a decent tuxedo and had a black top hat on his head.

With his handsome appearance, he looked like a noble young man.

Martin didn't know the specific situation in this "coffee shop". If there was something wrong, it would be better to ask quietly and not alert the enemy.

Martin walked to the door of the villa.

The two security guards looked at his outfit, did not stop him, and pushed the door open for him very respectfully.

After entering the gate, there is a small entrance.

A woman wearing an orange beret sat behind the table, looking at Martin with a formulaic smile: "Hello, sir?"

Looking at her inquiring gaze, Martin curled his lips and said in a tone that he didn't care much: "I heard that you are a good cafe. Can you listen to music or something while you are casual?"

The woman's expression remained unchanged and she explained with a smile: "We are the Mirash Club, not a cafe, but it can provide the services, coffee and music you mentioned. Do you want to join our club?"

Martin shrugged his shoulders: "Are there any requirements? I mean the requirements besides gold coins."

"That's right. I've always been casual and don't like being restricted. For example, regular gatherings every month or something..."

"In fact, I always forget to attend church service. The craftsmen are here, forgive my misconduct."

As he said that, Martin's fingers alternated between his forehead and chest, looking like a devout believer.

The woman smiled slightly: "Haha, I think the God of Craftsman shouldn't mind. Our members only need to pay a membership fee, and there will be no mandatory requirements."

Martin nodded and asked lightly: "Then it's OK, how much?"

The woman immediately replied: "The membership fee is a one-time fee, one hundred gold coins. You can enjoy a part of the free service, including coffee, and some services are available for an extra fee."

Martin nodded and took out a stub of one hundred gold coins.

It’s not that he doesn’t feel sorry for the money. He is investigating the case now. This money is a public expense and can be reimbursed.

The above have always been very generous about such things and will never make things difficult for them.

In fact, the Shijiang team has a lot of funds, so there is no need to worry at all.

"Do you have any services besides coffee and music?" Martin asked immediately.

The woman carefully checked the stub and confirmed it was correct, then she replied: "It depends on what kind of service you need."

Martin looked at the smile on the corner of her mouth and felt a little mysterious.

Is there really a problem?

"What is your name, sir? We need to register your membership information." The woman asked with a smile.

Martin said very naturally: "Albert Einstein."

Martin has always had resentment in his heart.

If it is other aspects of physics knowledge, it can be derived based on one's own memory, but Martin has no confidence in general relativity.

At this time, a pseudonym happened to be needed, and he naturally thought of its author.

Anyway, no one except him knows the meaning behind the name...

"Okay, Mr. Einstein, this is your membership card."

The woman handed over a hard card with exquisite texture and Martin put it away easily.

"So, what should I call you, beautiful lady?" He smiled and looked at the woman, asking with a gentlemanly demeanor.

The woman covered her mouth and smiled: "Sir, just call me Christine. I'll take you to the club for a walk."

Christine stood up and led Martin into the interior of the villa.

The two walked into the luxuriously decorated hall.

The soothing sound of the piano came.

There is a huge but very beautiful organ in the corner.

At this time, someone was playing unknown music.

The hall is large in size, with several sets of coffee tables and sofas, separated by screens, and you can see some men and women talking with wine glasses.

They were dressed very well, and the temperament they showed were all aristocratic styles, elegant and beautiful.

There is also a semi-open balcony on the right, and the outside is lush gardens, with a very elegant environment.
To be continued...