Someone is embroiling these properties!

The evidence provided is exactly the same as Anthony's case...

After a little statistics, the numbers obtained made Martin unable to help but be frightened!

In the lounge, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

In addition to the members of the Fifth Team, Tiya, wearing a plain skirt, also sat next to Martin, with a cold expression on her beautiful face.

"There should be someone behind the Red-haired Dadley, and the Mirash Club should also be related to this matter."

"The nobles involved in the investigation, in addition to the four viscounts, are also Roger Faite."

"In addition, the villa where the club is located belongs to the Torres family..."

Martin narrated calmly.

"Fate" and "Torres", this is the second of the four rulers of Faralin.

In addition to them, there were Martin's uncle, Earl Bosen, and the Hera family who did not show up very much.

Martin's meaning of this was obvious, and he suspected that the two counts might also be involved.

His mentality has been adjusted at this moment. Although the Gapher Empire has already left slavery, it is still a feudal country. This little bit of black material is nothing at all.

In fact, Faralinburg was in much better condition than medieval Europe on Earth.

At least people can eat and wear warmth, and even after being affected by disaster, their lives can be guaranteed to be certain, so they will not be so cruel.

"But it may not be related to the two earls, at least there is no direct evidence to show this! This case still needs to be investigated in depth. And the two earls... are more reliable than you think."

Tiya spoke very calmly.

She didn't mean to excuse anyone, but she really thought that way.

It seemed that there were things that he didn't know about the counts, so Martin nodded slowly.

However, he was not afraid to guess others with the worst ideas.

Because the bizarreness of reality is often beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Martin continued: "The mastermind behind this must have an unknown purpose for collecting such a large amount of money."

"What can money do? It can only be used to buy things!" Alder also rarely took the initiative to discuss it.

This guy usually chats endlessly when chatting, but when talking about things, he often cherishes his words as much as gold.

Obviously he also knew his situation.

For fear of saying something inappropriate, I simply chose to keep silent and say less and make less mistakes.

Martin thoughtfully said: "If so much money is invested in the market, it will definitely leave some traces. Has there been any price surge in the price or a shortage of supply recently?"

Everyone in the room shook their heads.

Everyone is extraordinary and has no business at home, so it is normal not to know the specific situation.

Martin felt that he should ask Count Cross for a good question.

The money houses in Farelinburg are all Earl's property, so he must have found some clues.

Martin didn't say it directly, after all, he was nominally just a tutor of Earl Bosen's family.

"You keep secretly investigating Red-haired Dadley, Martin and Cassan continue to investigate at the Mirash Club. It's best to find where the money goes."

"I will report this to the bishop directly and let him confirm the two counts."

Tiya finally made arrangements on behalf of Captain Mike, and of course no one has any objection to this.

After lunch, everyone left Shijiang Hall one after another, and Martin also set out on the road alone.

Kassan went to find the collaborators they met at the club yesterday to find out the situation.

They don't plan to go to Birmingham Street again today.

Martin was going to ask the Count about the situation first, and then go to Devik.

The corona has been active in Faralinburg for some years, and he also has his own news channels.

The last time I was chasing the cultists, the address was Dwick.

Martin felt that he could use their power.

Moreover, there is another thing, to confirm whether there is any problem with the content of the ritual in the realm of life.

Martin got on the carriage and subconsciously rubbed his thumb on the middle finger.

This is a small action that comes with psychological hints.

Once Martin falls into thinking or is distracted, this subconscious action will occur.

The touch of fingerprint friction allows his subconscious to know whether he is awake... or is he dreaming?

The extraordinary person needs funds, which is normal. The gold coins Martin spends to purchase materials are calculated in units of hundreds.

Not only is it unbearable for ordinary people, but even those wealthy businessmen and nobles in their families are worthy of attention.

But like this, it is definitely for some very anxious reason to make a lot of money in a short period of time.

But what is the reason...

The carriage arrived at the manor.

Clint came out to greet him.

But Martin learned from Clinton that the Count was not at home and might not come back until evening.

He used several questions that were condensed into what he explained to Tiya last night and threw them to Clin as extracurricular thinking. Martin left the manor in the little girl's curious and sad eyes...

On the dock, ships load and unload goods, and workers are busy.

"Uncle Buck, how many ship is this?"

A young man with short hair was bare-jammed and sweating profusely, picked up the wooden scoop floating in the bucket, gusted and filled it with a gushes, rubbed the corners of his mouth with sweaty backs, and asked.

The middle-aged man around him wiped his sweat randomly with the rag on his shoulder, then looked at the scorching sunlight on his head, squeezed the wet rag dry, took the scoop of water from the young man's hand and took a sip.

Throwing the scoop back to the young man, he replied: "Shift 25? Or ship 26, if you care about so much, just have work to do. Make more money while the market is in the market, you are too old and it's time to marry a wife!"

The young man seemed to have no special feeling about making money and marrying a wife, and asked curiously: "These ships are also sent to the Southern Continent? Don't they grow their own food?"

The middle-aged man replied: "These ships are not from the Southern Continent, they are ships heading east. Seeing that there is no waterline, if this ship dares to drive into the deep sea, the waves will be big, let alone the food on the ship, even people will have to sink into the sea to feed fish."

"Then where did this food go?" the young man asked quickly.

The middle-aged man shrugged slightly: "Who knows? I heard that Lance and Tishvin next door were fighting, maybe they were short of food!"

"Hmph! Otherwise, if the price of such long-distance transportation is not high, these unscrupulous profiteers would definitely not be so flocked to them."

The young man became even more curious and frowned: "Why are there shortage of food in war?"

The middle-aged man smiled and explained patiently: "As soon as a war occurs, you will be recruited. If you are like you, you have to join the army with a spear, and no one will farm at home. Moreover, those who are in the army will rob you of food when they are tired of fighting. After fighting, there will be no food."

The young man nodded to show his understanding, and then asked with anticipation: "Uncle Buck, have you ever fought a war?"

"I?"

The middle-aged man pointed at himself, then smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "No, my grandfather has been on the battlefield..."

On the dock, there were many workers standing in the shade, waiting for the ship full of cargo to leave and replace it with an empty ship.

However, this time the foreman appeared and stood under the bow of the boat and shouted loudly.

"The wages are paid!"

The workers around were all rushing to the bow of the boat because of the vicious sun-headed lazy sheep.

The strong men were shoulder to shoulder, all looking at the big boss beside the foreman and the bags filled with silver coins around him.

"Damn it, don't squeeze, line up for me, come one by one!"

The foreman raised the whip in his hand, and thrust hard on the back of a worker with a snap.

"ah--"

Accompanied by a painful scream, all the workers suddenly came to their senses, and a look of fear flashed in their eyes.

Of course there is also resentment.

It's just that the latter is well concealed.

The whip in the foreman's hand represents power here.

In order to make a living, I could only swallow my anger.

Soon, the porters who were shooting the growth row received their wages one by one, holding heavy silver coins in their hands, forgot the hatred and smiled happily.

Even the one who ate the whip successfully got the silver coins seemed to have forgotten the scorching wound on his shoulders and showed a gratifying smile.

Uncle Buck and the young man were at the end of the line.

It was about to be their turn, and the young man suddenly noticed that there was a man in a gray windbreaker on the side of the dock.

Not far from them, it seemed that they were looking at the full load of ships.
To be continued...