"What if the intention is good?" He continued to pose conditions for the question, "If we have to hurt some people and allow some bad things to happen in order to pass on civilization, do you think... such behavior is just?"
"I really want to distinguish myself from the mediocre." Hitzfeld pursed his lips, "But I can only say that it is not justice if it involves me."
"What a weirdo you are!" Prince Gaunt laughed.
He was pleased with her frankness.
Smart and sensible.
She is also beautiful.
Pity.
How come he is a God Devourer...
Prince Gaunt asked a lot of strange questions along the way, but fortunately, except for the beginning, no political views were involved afterwards.
He asked a lot of other questions, such as what she liked to eat, how good her shooting skills were, and whether she liked hunting. He also talked a lot about his time in the NCO training camp while they were stuck in traffic.
Also because of the traffic jam, it was almost eleven o'clock in the morning when we arrived at Kevin Prison.
"The visiting hours we applied for are from 9am to 12pm, a total of three hours."
When they stopped the car, the prince held up his pocket watch and gave them instructions.
"It's less than an hour now. I hope you won't blame me for the delay."
"how come."
Xia Yibing quickly denied it, and then asked, "Can the meeting be extended?"
"No, because he is a serious criminal."
"How heavy is it?" the girl interrupted.
"Very serious." The prince smiled, "A serious criminal among serious criminals."
This isn't Hitzfeld's first time in jail.
Of course, not as a prisoner.
Along the way, she felt that the security of Kevin Prison was much stricter than any prison she had ever seen before.
This is truly a place where "not even a mosquito can fly out." According to her estimation, the people who can be locked up here are definitely not ordinary criminals.
Most likely it's related to evil.
He was having dinner when he saw Villefort.
The food was pretty good, baked cheese with mashed potatoes.
It looks disgusting, but Villefort tastes delicious.
"I brought the person to you."
Standing outside the iron bars, Prince Gaunt knocked on the door with his cane.
"In return, you probably won't mind if I send someone to monitor it."
"That is your duty, Your Highness."
After wiping his mouth, the fat man turned around to face the outside, and only smiled when he saw Xia Yibing and Hitzfeld.
"Nice to meet you."
"Especially you, Hitzfeld."
"Excuse me, could you do me a favor and go back and feed my dog after this is over?"
Chapter 2: Old Building Debt Repayment
Prince Gaunt obviously did not bring them here out of kindness, as it was clear from the fact that he specially called two men with mustaches to sit next to him and take notes. He was very curious about what Villefort would tell them.
After all, he said that he is now a serious criminal among serious criminals.
The crime of letting Ethan Doyle go was enough to send him to the gallows. If he had not been still useful and they wanted to pry Ethan's current whereabouts out of him, he might have really died.
"You shouldn't have let him go."
Holding the railing tightly, Xia Yibing narrowed her eyes and stared at the man inside.
"Whether he is Niriku's pawn or not, he hasn't had time to do anything yet. You're only making the situation worse."
She had a grudge against Villefort.
Because of his willfulness, the Security Bureau was in chaos. It was only because of Prince Gaunt's status that she could suppress it by force. Otherwise, she would be powerless to reverse it, and Vesta would quickly control all departments.
"Of course I have my considerations." Villefort looked at her with a smile, "If you don't give some opportunities to others, you won't know how good they can be... Look at you now, you are much more impressive than when you were a team leader~"
Xia Yibing couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and neither could Hitzfeld.
The fat man had deliberately alerted Gaunt to meet with them. She had thought that he was going to take the opportunity to reveal Ethan's news to them. She was also worried about what to do if the prince's servants found out, and whether she should interrupt him before he could finish his words.
With this mentality in mind, she was on edge throughout the entire conversation, analyzing every sentence meticulously.
But unexpectedly, Villefort said nothing.
He did talk to them about a lot of things, but it was all nonsense, not much different from what Prince Gaunt had asked them on the road.
“This is really puzzling.”
After everything was over, Prince Gaunt said this as he sat back in the car.
Villefort asked them how they had been doing recently, whether the king had caught more evildoers, and whether Vesta had suffered a setback at the hands of him, the prince.
What kind of weird questions are these?
Just to ask these questions, he used his connections to contact him and asked him to arrange this meeting immediately?
Is he sure he knows how valuable this opportunity is?
It was a waste of his time and effort to mobilize a large number of people and specially invite two veteran detectives to analyze the information in Villefort's words.
This is the result in the end.
That's it?
He was unwilling to give in. Thinking of the fat man's request when they first met, he turned around and stared at Xia Yibing.
"Agent Xiasha."
"Your Highness."
"Where does he usually live? I just heard him say... he has a dog?"
"This... from what I understand, he has been living in the police station."
"Always down there?"
"Correct."
"Do you usually sleep in the office?"
"That's true most of the time. You should have found the folding mattress in the cabinet as well."
The prince turned his head back and cursed. Hitzfeld recognized what he said and thought it was probably something like "madman", "idiot", "even the craziest dog wouldn't be trained like this".
"Pass this information to the entire intelligence network." He was still unwilling to give up, so he stopped the car at the intersection and called a plainclothes officer to give him this instruction.
"Before I reach the third intersection, you'd better give me a different answer, otherwise you will just do this for a year, and you won't have any vacation time during this year."
"drive!"
Then he gave a cold order, leaving the man's terrified face in the wind.
Really straightforward.
Hitzfeld observed coldly.
These princes and princesses have distinct personalities. I wonder what the remaining two are like.
She was also wondering if Villefort's initial request might be hinting at something.
I also spent some time thinking about the sunflower issue, and planned to start investigating it once things here are over.
The car soon arrived at the third intersection.
“There is progress.”
The plainclothes officer reporting the incident sounded nervous and was obviously afraid of losing his vacation.
"According to Agent Grim Alex's recollection, Batty Villefort once rented an old house on Huaining Street for a period of time."
"What's the exact address?"
"No. 18, or No. 28, Huaining Street."
"'Either'?"
"Alex has amnesia... Your Highness, it's a great honor that he can remember."
"Does he have a dog?"
"He didn't say."
"Go to Huaining Street."
Turning around to instruct the driver, Gunter glanced back at the two of them.
"I'm sorry, you two. I may have to trouble you to accompany me..."
Now that you've said that, what else can we say?
Hitzfeld's eyelids twitched.
But the one who provided the information was actually Grimm...
Right.
He and Ethan came from the same training camp and had known Villefort for more than forty years, so it was not surprising that he knew his old address.
The car drove into Huaining Street.
This is an old street located in the south of Vien Harbor. It is home to a large number of dilapidated houses that are over a hundred years old. However, all the archways have been painted over, so you can't see them when you pass by.
Hitzfell suddenly thought of Fair Lawrence, the Seed of Destruction that was transformed into a dryad.
She had read the confession and according to Fair's description, his hometown was also in the south of the city, and there was a three-story-high apple tree in the yard.
She immediately informed Prince Gaunt of the news, and the prince was very understanding and ordered the detective to check the nearby area.
"Let's take care of Buddy's dog first."
He said happily.
"If there's still time after that... I mean, if they find the apple tree, I might go with you to take a look."
They drove into Huaining Street from the northeast, and read the house numbers backwards all the way.
No. 28 was ruled out first, and the plainclothes police officers asked around for half an hour. The elderly people who liked to sit on the street corners and chat assured them solemnly that there had never been a person named Batty Villefort living nearby.
That leaves number 18.
Although the house numbers are not far apart, the two places are very far apart.
This is because there is a forging factory in the middle, which occupies a very large area and divides Huaining Street into two parts.
"I don't like it here."
Looking out the car window at the billowing black smoke coming out of the chimney, Gunter's tone was a little low.
"When I was very young, I once played in an abandoned factory. I slipped and fell from a four-meter-high platform, which almost cost me my life... From then on, I never came to such a place again."
"I've seen information about this factory on the map." Hitzfeld stared at the fence on the side of the road and the blurry letters, "But I remember that this place hasn't been in operation for a long time."
Sarah has started the electrical revolution and there is no need to create thick smoke everywhere like the first factory.
Especially since this is Wayne Port, the royal capital.
The lady's notes also mentioned that the king usually forbids the floating of black smoke.
"Oh, let me answer that."
Xia Yibing said.
"This is because the industrial supply from outside has been cut off during this period."
