An interesting phenomenon often occurs in the Gapher Empire and even among the nobles of the world.

The higher the title, the fewer offspring will be born, and the lower the title, the more children will be born.

For example, the duke and the count mostly have only one or two heirs, which can avoid the ending of brothers' struggles when inheriting the family property, causing the family to be too divided or even decline.

This is not a novel story. Many famous families in history have declined like this, even some blood families.

Of course, this is not a law, it is just a common phenomenon, and there will be a few examples.

For example now.

Kassan shook her head, pointed to the file and said, "That's all I know."

Baron Henry was named Albert. He had a wife, but died of illness more than 20 years ago. His deceased wife did not leave him a son or half of his daughter, and Albert Henry did not marry again.

Although the family was in decline, Henry's father's generation still had some savings. When he was demoted to Faralin, he bought some industries here. With the development of Faralin over the years, Henry became one of the richest barons.

Moreover, he has no special hobbies in his daily life and has accumulated considerable wealth.

There are two business companies under his name, one of which is called Marco Polo. Martin remembers that he had seen this name before.

When setting up Faralin's development plan before, it is naturally necessary to investigate Faralin's existing industries.

He saw this name on the list collected by Earl Cross.

Marco Polo Trading Company has almost monopolized the ceramic industry of Faralin, and with the convenience of transportation, the exquisite utensils produced have been sold throughout the Northern continent, making it one of the important export commodities of Faralin.

Recall that Martin found that the cups, dishes, bowls and basins he used at home were almost all marked by the Marco Polo Trading Company as long as it was porcelain.

But Baron Albert Henry, the owner of the Marco Polo Store, is not very famous.

This is a model for making a fortune in silence!

However, the archives do not introduce these contents in detail, but only mention them in one sentence. Instead, they pay more attention to Albert Henry's personal life, describing him as a strange old man with a loner and a love of carving and drawing with stones all day long.

Not long after, the carriage stopped at the starting point of Heitu Street. Looking at the street to the west from the intersection, the buildings on the road were getting lower and lower, dirty, and staggered roofs one after another, as if they were being bitten by a dog.

Martin, who walked off the carriage, looked at the dirty and slum streets and sighed in his heart. Although he had thought about the old urban renovation plan, it was not in the near future that the pace of improving the living conditions of the lower class people should not be taken too quickly. He still had to start with food and clothing. As for housing and transportation, he had to take it slowly...

After knocking on the door, an old maid came to open the door.

"A few adults are here to treat my master. Please come in quickly. Thank you for your temple, and someone else is willing to help us..."

The maid, who was about fifty years old, was talking nonsense, and her name was Gina.

At the same time, the door was opened, revealing the courtyard inside.

Entering the yard, Martin finally understood why the previous investigators had such a strong subjective color towards Baron Henry.

The yard is densely packed with sculptures about the same height as people. It is estimated that there are at least four or five hundred.

There are stones made of marble, gypsum, and chalcedony, and most of them are busts of human form. Some have been painted, while others still retain the true color of stone.

The gap between the statues is very narrow, and can only accommodate one person through it. There are weeds growing in the gaps. Some vines even crawl over some of the statues, making them look like they are wearing a green coat.

What makes people even more uncomfortable is that these statues are placed on both sides of the courtyard, just like believers who are worshiping the gods, and the stars look at the center of the courtyard with the moon.

There is Baron Henry's residence, an inconspicuous single-family building.

In the entire yard, there is only a straight line from the gate leading to the small building, leaving a passage that is about two people wide, which is not known to be a road or a gap.

"The master has been a little bit wrong recently. He stopped even his favorite carvings, locked himself in the room, and often shouted, as if he was crazy..."

Please... the carvings of this yard alone don't seem like something that a normal person can do, right?

The three of them followed Gina, and the three of them walked on this road, and Martin also felt the strong oppression.

"Also, his eyes looked at me very strange recently. The look made me feel very strange. I have been with him for more than 30 years. This is the first time I saw him showing that kind of terrifying look... I feel that he was insane. Several adults in the temple, you should help him see him. He is just a lonely old man, so pitiful..."

Ms. Gina is not very energetic. She is not young at all. It can be seen that she has not had a good rest recently. Her eyes are a little dark, and sometimes her word order is messy, and she doesn't know what she is talking about.

However, Martin and the others did not try to get too much information from her, and there was another person who reported the case to the security team, who was the head of Marco Polo's business, Yurien.

In the living room, Yurien, who was in her thirties, was sleeping leaning against the old sofa.

"Yurian, Yurien! Wake up, the Lord of the Temple is here."

Gina patted the man on the sofa and woke him up.

Yurien looked exhausted, his eyes were a little congested, and he coughed twice before rubbing his eyes and stood up.

"Hello, please sit down, Aunt Gina, please make a pot of tea."

Yurien ordered, and at the same time tidied up the wrinkled clothes and saluted the three of them very formally.

This middle-aged man in his thirties is the core figure of Marco Polo's business. Since he took over the industry in Baron Henry more than ten years ago, Faralin's porcelain industry has gradually become the world of Marco Polo's business.

As for Baron Henry, he basically doesn't care about the business.

Martin looked at the man carefully.

Yurien has a typical Gaphrod face, a slightly collapsed nose bridge, a raised eyebrow bone, and thick eyebrows, which look very three-dimensional. However, his eyes did not become gloomy because of this, but instead seemed very penetrating. Because there was no time to trim, some blue-black stubble appeared on his chin.

However, the two bruises and a few scratches on his cheek made him look a little embarrassed.

After introducing each other, Martin skipped the greeting steps and asked him directly: "Where is Mr. Albert?"

Yurien turned his head and pointed upstairs: "I just went to bed an hour ago. I added some sleeping pills to his water and forced him to feed him, but the amount was very mild. I don't know how long he could rest. Only in this way can he fall asleep."

After rubbing his face, Yurien felt a little sad.

"Can't he sleep by himself?" Kasan asked.

"It's not just that he can't sleep. He refuses to eat, refuses to communicate with others, and has a strong tendency to commit suicide." Yurien said distressedly, and his tone also dropped, as if he was afraid of waking up the baron upstairs.

Then he introduced some of the Baron's situation to the three of them. Generally speaking, he was a crazy old man who wanted to commit suicide.

Martin looked up at the upstairs. He didn't feel any fluctuations in the house and shook his head slightly at Casan.

Kassan understood what Martin meant and asked Yurien: "You responded to the previous investigators that the Baron did not agree with his identity as Albert Henry and claimed that he was...Milon?"

Yurien nodded: "That was half a month ago, when did Mr. Albert start to change. He said he was from Miron from the Qatar province of the Lanpei Empire, but he still... forget it, that was just nonsense."

Seeing Yurien shook his head and hesitated, Kasan immediately said in a deep voice: "Tell me out everything you see and hear. This is not a discussion with you, but an order! You should also understand what the intervention of the temple means."

Yurien sighed and paused, "In fact, I insisted on letting the temple intervene because of this."

He rubbed his face again, and then he organized the language and continued, "You should also see that Mr. Albert is very keen on carving. Because there are many masters of carving and their works in history, he has always been fascinated by the Lanpei Empire. At first, I also thought that Mr. Albert was crazy and fantasized about returning to the Lanpei Empire...

But I and I... were that Miron, who had a lot of communication. His thinking was very clear and he didn't look like a lunatic. And I also consulted several well-known historians. His understanding of the Lanpei Empire was not a random fabrication. He could clearly describe the customs and habits there, and this was something Mr. Albert had never contacted before, so..."

"So you suspect Albert wasn't crazy, but became a person from the previous era?" Kassan raised his eyebrows and continued his words and said the speculation.

Yurien nodded, his expression became bitter: "It would be fine if it were just Miron. He could only appear when Mr. Albert was carving, and he could communicate. Although he had never understood the fact that he had appeared for more than two thousand years, he always maintained his rationality. He also asked me to find relevant books and wanted to figure out what was going on."

"But then it was not just Miron, some souls that could not communicate at all... they took turns to appear in Mr. Albert's body. They were not all as peaceful as Miron. Some were very manic, some were good at fighting, and most of them were very resistant to communication, and then they became what they are now..."

It seems that the scars on Yurien's face must have been left like this.

Gina brought the tea, and the room was filled with the fragrance of tea. Yurien picked up the teacup and took a big sip.

"Then your observation, how many personalities are there in Mr. Albert's body, or what are the names of the souls you think of?" Kassan took out a small book to record it.

Yulian frowned and thoughtfully, "Milon, Sgardy, Danian, and one who never talked. These four did not act very radically...at least they didn't seem to be. There should be three or four left. They either wanted to kill or commit suicide. Some of them were good at fighting and some were worried about their sons, but they could hardly answer my questions, and it was difficult to observe..."

Kassan listened to the writing and looked at Yurien, asking, "Baron Henry wakes up from time to time, right?"

Yurien fell silent, frowned, and nodded.

"Did he know what's going on with him?"

Yulian sighed again: "Mr. Albert...she should know, he is still trying to communicate with those people on paper, alas~!"

Martin immediately asked

"What did he write on paper?" Martin asked immediately. He felt that this matter was like Baron Henry himself was doing something. Knowing the content of the conversation, he should be able to solve most of the mysteries.

Yurien shook his head and said, "I don't know, he has a line drawing for carvings. In the first few days I saw him secretly writing on it, but later it was burned by him or someone."

"Does those people come from the Lanpei period?"

"have no idea."

"Did you show any other abnormalities around Baron Henry?"

"I don't know, probably not, at least Aunt Gina and I have not observed it."

...

After asking a few more questions, Martin and Cassan looked at each other, and the two eyes stalemate in the air for a moment, and then Martin asked the last question.

"Now Baron Henry has no descendants. If something happens to him, Yurien, your income should be the biggest, right? Marco Polo Trading Company has book income of over 100 gold coins every day."

Hearing Martin's suspicion, Yurien clenched her fists tightly, her breathing became a little heavy, and her voice couldn't help but grow louder: "I'm an orphan. If I hadn't been Mr. Albert, I would have frozen to death on the street thirty years ago!"

"After all, you run the Marco Polo Trading Company, didn't it?" Martin said with emotionless eyes, staring at Julian.

Yurien's hands clenched into fists, his teeth clenched, his body trembled slightly, and he was extremely angry.

"Sir, you can't talk nonsense. Yurien was something I watched as growing up!" Gina, who was standing beside her, also stood up for Yurien.

"So too, you have been a maid for Baron Henry for decades, and you should have saved a lot of money, right?"

Kassan said, adding fuel to the fire.

"How can you say that!" Gina's face turned red and she stood up from the chair.

But after a moment, Yurien seemed to figure something out, got up and stopped Gina, took a deep breath, looked at Martin and said, "You don't have to anger me. I have never done anything that will hurt Mr. Albert on purpose, so will Aunt Gina!"

Martin has already obtained the answer through [Question], and Casan also distinguished that the other party was not lying through the ability of the spiritual sequence.
Chapter completed!