It All Starts with the Wizard

Because of the historical fault of the Goodell civilization, a large amount of cultural heritage has been submerged in the long river of history. With the means and connections of Collins, it is also difficult to find a scholar who can translate ancient texts on parchment.

When there is no alternative, Collins can only helplessly pass some ancient books and materials, and try to translate the above content by himself.

Collins' memory began to appear chaotic and incomplete here. Roman only knew that Collins seemed to have successfully deciphered part of the content on the parchment, but he had no idea what information he had obtained.

And in the recent period, Collins’s spirit seems to have been greatly oppressed and shocked, making his whole person a little nervous, and often shutting himself in the study alone, without eating or drinking, one pass is one day one Night.

During this period, his eyes often appeared abruptly with a look of fear and despair, and began to mutter some vague words in a low voice, as if to say something is coming, it saw him, and so on.

In short, the mental state of Collins during that time made Holt Butler very worried. He even asked the best psychiatrist in Efalin to see him, but it didn’t take long for the psychiatrist to be found dead in his home. , The death situation is exactly the same as the mysterious death.

Just when the old housekeeper was desperate but was at a loss, Collins seemed to suddenly regained his consciousness. Although he looked a little sluggish, he was able to communicate normally.

Yesterday, Collins also ordered the Butler Hult to send him a letter, and then said that he had important affairs in the study, and asked Butler Hult not to disturb him.

Roman knew everything that followed. Collins had died in his dream, and now he was sitting at the dining table enjoying food. He had been replaced by himself.

"That letter, it seems that the key lies in that letter. I didn't find the mysterious parchment in Collins' study, so it is very likely that Collins had a foreboding that he would be dead soon, so he chose to send it. It was given to someone, hoping that that person could get some clues from it and solve the matter.

And according to various signs, Collins' death is absolutely inseparable from the content on the parchment. Moreover, judging from the way of his death, maybe, what is recorded on this parchment is only there. The key to the mysterious death.

So, I have to find the letter and get the parchment. Maybe, the parchment is the so-called thing? It's not completely impossible. "

Thinking of this, Roman put down the cutlery in his hand, and then asked the Butler Hult on the side:

"By the way, Hult, have you finished the letter I asked you to send yesterday?"

Butler Holt bowed slightly and replied:

"Yes, master, I personally sent the letter to the post office yesterday afternoon, and it is probably on the way now."

"Well, I did a good job, but I was in a bad spirit yesterday. It seems that I wrote the wrong address. Do you remember what I wrote in the address above? If I write it wrong, then the incident is very troublesome. I must To confirm."

Hearing Roman’s questioning, Hult first thought about it for a moment, and then said:

"Master, I paid attention to it yesterday. The address you wrote is 52 Hain Avenue, Mistry City, Central Bank of China, and the addressee is Dr. Hohenheim."

Roman nodded, thinking.

"This address, I think about it, according to Collins' memory, it seems to be the seat of the Federal Supreme Research Institute-Lighthouse. It seems a bit troublesome to retrieve letters from there.

Moreover, I haven't figured out the power system of this world. I don't know if it is a second-order or third-order world. Collins doesn't seem to have such an impression in his memory. Is his level insufficient?

On the surface, the world is developing towards science and technology, but from the perspective of dreams, it is almost certain that there is an extremely powerful external **** who is secretly planning. With only this level of technological power, can it really fight against the external god?

There is also the destruction of the Goodale Dynasty, which is also very strange. The original rulers of the Thirteenth Federation were all high-powered figures of the Goodell Dynasty. After the collapse of the dynasty, they can be said to have inherited most of the legacy of the Goodell Dynasty.

In this case, there will still be a civilization gap, which is obviously illogical. Therefore, the most likely situation is that someone deliberately concealed the truth of the year, and these people are most likely to be the thirteen dukes. "

While thinking, Roman put the lobster meat cut by the maid into his mouth, and behind him, Butler Hult showed a hesitant expression.

"Just talk about it, Hult."

Roman said without looking back.

Hearing Roman's order, Hult said:

"That's it, master, the police chief of the Metropolitan Police Department has been hoping to see you these days. It is said that there have been several mysterious deaths in Efalin. He hopes you can help solve the case, but some time ago You are not in good spirits, so..."

Hearing this, Roman had already understood.

"Hehe, this is a good opportunity, maybe you can see something."

Although William Collins is a very good detective, he is just an ordinary person in the end, while Roman is different. He can look at this matter from an extraordinary level, and perhaps make unexpected discoveries.

So Roman put down the tableware in his hand, took a sip of cider on the side, wiped the corner of his mouth, got up and left the restaurant.

When he reached the porch, Roman took a black coat from the hanger and put it on his body, then picked up the civilization stick that was leaning on the side ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and put on a top hat, ready to go out.

As he pushed the door open, it seemed that he was thinking of something, and Roman turned around and ordered Hult:

"By the way, Hult, I will trouble you to look for a larger manor, a more secluded one, and if the price is right, just buy it."

Hult didn't ask the reason, and simply nodded:

"Okay, master, I see."

Pushing the door out, a cold air current entrained the wind and snow on the pavement. At this time, it was deep winter, and the sky had not yet been fully lit, and everything outside the house seemed to be coated with a layer of cold tones. The surrounding street lamps glowed with dim yellow light, not only did not give people a trace of warmth, but the surroundings became more and more cold.

It was still early in the morning and there were few pedestrians on the street. Roman looked around, pressed the brim of his hat, and walked to a black classic car parked on the side of the road.

This old-fashioned steam locomotive is obviously different from the previous life, but after a little groping for a while, Roman smoothly started the car and drove in the direction of the Metropolitan Police Department.