When he woke up the next morning, Martin yawned and he even felt like he had dark circles.

really!

When he just arrived at Shijiang Hall, he immediately received care from his teammates.

"What's wrong? I didn't have a good rest. Is it because of the case?" asked Mike.

Martin shook his head: "That's not, something else has been delayed."

If Alder knew that he was staying with Tiya in the middle of the night, I wonder how this guy would have had an exaggerated reaction.

But Martin definitely doesn't want to try it.

I guess my ears will be called out of calluses by then.

Seeing that Martin didn't seem to want to explain, his teammates didn't ask much, just reminding him to pay attention to his health.

Of course, others just remind him to pay attention to his health and have a good rest.

When it comes to Alder, the meaning is much more complicated.

It is a reminder to be restrained in matters between men and women.

The conscience of heaven and earth.

He doesn't even have a serious girlfriend right now.

Martin was too lazy to explain this.

Because I can't explain clearly with this guy at all, there is no need to talk too much.

Martin is not planning to go to Mirash Club today.

Although it has been confirmed that there is a high probability that there is something wrong with the club, other aspects about Anthony and Mile are worth checking.

Others are fine, why did something happen to them?

There must be some special reason!

At this moment, Kasan pushed open the door and walked in.

"A man claims to be Anthony's cousin, and he is coming to inherit the property!" Kassan glanced at Martin with some fun expression.

Martin was stunned.

According to his investigation, Anthony confirmed that there were no siblings.

My cousin can't say anything.

But judging from the servant's confession, he should not have any close cousins ​​or cousins.

This man appeared as soon as he died. It was a bit too coincidental, right?

Kassan obviously felt strange and reminded Martin: "We would not care about the small matter of inheritance of property, but because the case has been handed over to us, the Government Affairs Department specially asked someone to inform us."

Martin nodded: "Then let's go and see what kind of relatives they are."

He said, putting down the book and pen in his hand.

He is writing optical textbooks, which is one of his work during the day...shui content.

The Department of Government Affairs is also in the city center, but the scale is much smaller than the garrison.

Strictly speaking, it is even less spacious than Shijiang Hall.

There are only three windows to open to the public.

One of them lined up, while the other two windows were deserted, and occasionally someone would be rushing to visit.

The office window with a large population is responsible for collecting taxes, mainly targeting shops in the city.

As for the taxation of maritime trade ships, it will be handled by the Maritime Bureau set up at each terminal, and there is no need to go here to make trouble.

The other two windows are mainly responsible for the registration of real estate changes and the handling of store operating rights, so naturally there will not be too much business.

Compared with the few dozen office workers, it is too shabby to the garrison.

Martin feels that Faraline's existing government agencies are very unscientific.

The garrison was too bloated, and the government affairs department was too streamlined.

Bloating does not mean that there are too many people, but that responsibilities are not divided, and many things are a mess.

Compared with the reasonable framework of the country of foodies, there are still many departments and institutions missing.

However, it wasn't Martin's turn to worry about this.

Moreover, Faralin seems to be quite special. It does not have the official organization of the Gapher Empire, and the existing management system is built by four earls and two temples...

After Martin and Cassan came to an office window, they met the person who came to apply for inheritance of Anthony's property.

A man of thirty-five or six years old, with a fat head and big ears, was a little bit similar to the dead Anthony.

The staff brought the man to the two of them.

"Sir, these two are specifically responsible for reviewing your inheritance rights. Just react to them if you have any questions."

The man looked at Martin and Cassan and noticed that their uniforms were unusual and the expression on his face was very surprising.

He couldn't help but hesitate and said, "Don't it be enough to provide proof of identity? Why..."

Seeing this expression, Martin and Cassan immediately realized it.

"Who asked you?" Kassan asked directly.

Her expression was cold, and the extraordinary person had a strong aura.

The man took a step unnaturally, and the blood on his face disappeared.

"I...I'm here to apply for my cousin...Anthony's inheritance. No one asked me to come, no one asked me to come." The man stammered, not even daring to look at the scrutiny of the two.

"Anthony is your cousin?" Martin asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes...he is my cousin, my name is Finch, and my father and his father are brothers."

Martin took out another file, pretended to flip it, and then said, "According to our investigation, Anthony's father is named Nick, who lives in Annu City, and your father lives in Annu City?"

The man hesitated for a moment, but nodded quickly: "Yes, our family also lives in Annu City, but my father has passed away..."

In fact, Martin didn't know the information about Anthony's parents, and he just made up randomly.

However, I learned from Gillard that Anthony's common language has some accents. He should have grown up in the north of the empire, so it is naturally impossible to live in Annu City.

Of course, Martin seemed very patient and did not immediately expose the fake.

"Then how do you prove your kinship with Anthony?" Martin asked immediately.

Finch took out an envelope from his arms and said quickly: "Vissue Karl once met my father and Anthony's father. He is a very kind nobleman who can provide proof for me."

These words were obviously thought of before. Although they were very nervous at the moment, they were still very fluent.

Martin took the letter from him and looked at it.

The signature is indeed a viscount from Faralinburg, with his family badge on his letter, which he guarantees for the matter on his behalf.

In this world, this is the big difference between aristocrats and civilians.

"Virtus Carl Marion, now 62 years old, has inherited the title from his father. If you remember correctly, their title comes from the war with the Lance Empire more than a hundred years ago." Kassan said after reading the letter.

Of course these words were said to Martin.

It seems that this matter is not that simple, and there is even Viscount involved.

There are quite a few barons in the Gapher Empire, but the viscounts are rare.

According to regulations, it is necessary to make a very significant contribution before it can be granted.

After all, such titles can be inherited and rarely deprived unless unforgivable mistakes are made.

"If you dare to tell lies again, I believe the staff here don't mind cleaning." Martin already held the pistol in his hand, and the black muzzle pointed at Finch.

The pressure given by the extraordinary is even greater for ordinary people than the ferocious cold-blooded beast.

The current situation made Finch froze and dare not move.

"Now I'll ask you, do you understand?" Martin stared at his eyes tightly, which was extremely deterrent.

Cold sweat oozed out of his fat face, and he nodded.

"Is this viscount or someone else who asked you to come?"

Martin asked, also activated his abilities.

Finch was almost collapsed, subconsciously took a step back, and quickly said, "It was Red Fatty Dadley who asked me to come, and the letter was also given to me by him. I... I'm just an errand."

...

Finch was imprisoned.

Kassan should have reported this to the temple, but was stopped by Martin.

"Is this case possible not an isolated case?"

Martin's words made Casan feel doubtful.
To be continued...