"Good morning, Mr. Hols."
In a blurred vision, Lorenzo heard soone calling him. The voice was familiar, and he tried to find the direction it was coming from, running vigorously through the kaleidoscope of illusion.
Lorenzo slowly opened his eyes. As the light fell, a slight headache erged in his mind. He instinctively grabbed the pocket watch hanging beside the bed to check the ti; Lorenzo had slept for a long ti.
It was strange. Lorenzo was a very disciplined person, always fighting and killing every day. He was so disciplined that even returning late at night wouldn't delay his morning routine. But it seed like the fatigue from last night's thinking had tornted him; Lorenzo's mind was hazy as he struggled to climb out of bed.
"Good morning."
He responded casually, but his chaotic mind quickly cleared, his gaze sharp.
He had lived in Old Dunling for so long, but no one had ever called him to wake him up. Even if Mrs. Van Rudd had sothing to discuss, she would pound on the door rather than co in to call him.
Instinctively reaching into the bed's gap, where a short dagger was hidden, but his drowsy eyes quickly cleared up, seeing the visitor clearly.
"Yawei? What brings you here."
Looking at the old butler in front of him, Lorenzo felt a bit surprised. Yawei always found him annoying unless there was a necessary matter; otherwise, he would never appear in front of him.
Yawei kept a stern face, speaking in an unfriendly tone.
"Of course there's sothing. You made wait for a long ti."
Lorenzo glanced at the ti again; it seed Yawei couldn't wait any longer and had to co in to awaken him personally.
"Get dressed quickly; we don't have much ti."
Yawei ca prepared, tossing Lorenzo a decent set of clothes, judging by the fabric, not cheap stuff.
"What is going on?"
Lorenzo was sowhat bewildered, having just woken up. Another busy day was beginning—perhaps it was his predestined toil.
"After our introduction, soone is very interested in you and wants to hire you to investigate a case," Yawei explained directly, promptly pulling off Lorenzo's blankets to wake him faster.
"We arranged to et at noon, but you've slept too long. We'll have to solve the rest on the way."
Seeing Lorenzo had dressed sowhat adequately, with matters like tidying up the coat solvable in the carriage, he said so while directly hauling Lorenzo up and dragging him forward.
Possibly still groggy from sleep, when Lorenzo ca to his senses, he was face-to-face with Yawei in the carriage, which sped away quickly, leaving Cork Street 121A behind.
"Put this on."
Yawei said, handing Lorenzo his coat and a comb to tidy his bed-headed hair.
"Where are you taking ?"
"You'll know when you get there, and aren't you a detective? Try deducing it yourself."
Seeing Yawei's deanor, Lorenzo fell silent, put on his coat, tidied up his appearance, then took the razor Yawei had prepared and shaved his stubbly beard to avoid looking too unkempt.
"Another big shot? So noble individual wants to handle a case for them?"
Lorenzo spoke while cleaning up, his expression still carrying a bit of sleepiness. After all, monts ago, he was in his warm bed.
"You know I don't care about my image, so all this is for the client to see, right? Also, I'm not a famous detective, and without your referral, I'd have nothing to do with high society."
Lorenzo preferred using violence to solve his work rather than inferential reasoning, opting to directly apprehend and interrogate suspects. He belonged to that filthy gutter.
"So, this ti you're involved too?"
Lorenzo suspiciously scrutinized Yawei, who didn't seem like soone who'd find work for him. He should know clearly what kind of things he's dealing with. If soone genuinely consulted them for detective services, Lorenzo mustn't be the first choice. Due to his flawed nature, events would inevitably steer toward the worst-case scenario.
"More or less, it's an opportunity for the Stuart family. Instead of fighting other families, this thod is more suitable for us."
Although Yawei didn't elaborate, his simple few sentences conveyed seriousness.
With incidents one after another, no ti for rest, Lorenzo didn't rush to dig deeper, as he would know soon enough.
"By the way, you know? The Florentine delegation has arrived."
Yawei brought up another topic.
"The Florentine delegation?"
This woke Lorenzo entirely; he stared at Yawei, his aura fierce. The sudden change caught Yawei sowhat off guard; he only knew Lorenzo was from Florence and might care about news from his hotown but hadn't expected such a strong reaction.
Does this detective dislike his hotown so much? No wonder he hasn't thought about returning after being in Old Dunling for so long.
"What's the matter?"
"As I said, the Florentine delegation arrived in Old Dunling last night—they were the first. This morning, the Viking countries' delegations also arrived, soon followed by Leiber and others..."
Yawei explained to Lorenzo, "They arrived at midnight. You should've been asleep by then. Currently, they have settled in their embassy without any other actions."
"Is that so? Is there anything special about it?" Lorenzo asked.
"Even if there was a special aspect, I couldn't know, right? If you want to find out, I suggest you visit that mysterious departnt." Yawei spoke with reluctance about the Purification chanism, wary of entangling with those monsters.
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