Chapter 1072

The fresh things heard in the tea house were related to the disasters caused by the heavy snow.

It was probably half an hour ago that a train from the north arrived, delayed by a full 20 hours. The train encountered an avalanche during the journey, making the whole train of people have to face the predicament that the tracks were covered and could not move forward.

And during the period when the train was forced to stop, a series of shocking events occurred in the VIP carriage of the train. This included cultists, illegal organizations, and cruel murders, but fortunately, the matter was solved by an unidentified detective in the VIP carriage.

Sister Sister Daifulin was somewhat concerned about this matter, so she let her "servant", who was actually a witch follower arranged by the Council to wait locally to meet the two witches, investigate the cause of this matter.

The young girl wearing a maid dress returned quickly. She didn't find out what happened on the train, but heard that an artifact was being escorted on that train. And because the train was delayed, the Creation Church responsible for receiving the artifact had to temporarily arrange for an antique shop owner and an apprentice to pick up the goods, but the two lost the artifact, causing the thief to die tragically, and now the alley where the murder occurred had been blocked.

"So, this heavy snow will change the destiny of many people... Two Ringed Ringed Shushi, an artifact stolen by an ordinary person, the peripheral clerical staff of the Church, are really not cautious."

Xia De said with a smile, sitting in the warm tea house, looking at the heavy snow outside through the window. He knew what such a scale of heavy snow meant for this era. For most people, this winter would be quite difficult to survive.

"Hmm?"

Xia De, who was sighing in his heart, was suddenly startled. He saw a familiar figure passing by hurriedly outside the window.

Xia De immediately put down the teacup in his hand:

"Leijinsi Miss Pulin?"

"Oh?"

Sister Sister Daifulin handed her hand to the maid beside her, and stood up with her support:

"Which direction?"

"Not sure if I saw it wrong, after all, it was through the glass, and he was on the other side of the street. The direction was to turn left out of the door, wearing a black dome hat, wrapped in a brown plush scarf, wearing a black coat, holding a cane in his hand, and wearing white gloves."

This is the standard winter travel attire for a southern gentleman.

"Sister, let's look separately. If we don't find him, we will meet here in half an hour."

The sister nodded and left the tea house first with the "support" of the maid. Xia De sat at the table, waited for two minutes, then called the waiter to settle the bill in a leisurely manner. When paying the tip, he didn't forget to praise the tea here for being delicious.

After he left the tea house, he ran quickly in the direction Leijinsi Miss Pulin left.

There were no clues for Xia De to track the figure he just saw, he didn't even see the sister and maid who left a step ahead of him. So Xia De could only move forward, and when encountering an alley or street corner, he turned according to his own ideas. He didn't leave too far from here, basically circling around the Huntington City train station.

And this kind of search method, naturally, it was impossible to find Sir Miss Pulin, unless there was really so-called "gravitational force of destiny" between Xia De and the Chosen Ones. So after confirming that he couldn't find the target, Xia De was not very disappointed. After calculating the time, he planned to return to the tea house to see if Sister Sister Daifulin and that maid lady had found the target.

But didn't expect that when passing the alley entrance behind him marked as "Ancient Tree Alley", a figure flashed out from it. Although Xia De didn't find Sir Miss Pulin, the latter found him.

"I felt the figure was very familiar from the window just now, it really is you, Mr. Hamilton."

Xia De was wearing witch's eyeshadow at this time, and this kind of eyeshadow was only useful for people who were not familiar with him, so he was recognized by Sir Miss Pulin at this time. And compared to when he left Tobesk City, this southern gentleman hadn't changed much. He stood at the alley entrance stepping on the snow, smiling and pointing behind him:

"Come in and avoid the snow first."

No. 1 Ancient Tree Alley is a small private book club. Xia De did not refuse, followed the Sir up the steps and walked in. The warm room was lined with bookshelves, and the fireplace on the side was burning. The servant wanted to take Xia De's coat to help clean up the snowflakes, but was refused by Xia De.

The light in the room was very soft, but on this blizzard morning, there were not many people here, and the library was so quiet that people were embarrassed to speak.

A somewhat smelly smell of ink permeated the air, but this was the smell of the ink itself in this era. In order to prevent disturbing others who were reading, Sir Miss Pulin took Xia De to the second floor, stood on a small balcony near the alley, and talked to him while looking at the heavy snow outside:

"This is a club I am very familiar with. Every time I come to Huntington City, I will visit here. The club owner is still my distant relative, and always reserves newly purchased books for me."

The Sir introduced with a smile, and the servant brought two glasses of wine on a tray, and they were both iced, which was the Sir's hobby:

"Mr. Hamilton, didn't expect you to arrive in Huntington City so quickly."

"I am here to give His Highness a surprise. His Highness will probably be very happy to see me after getting off the train."

Xia De picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, asking Sir Miss Pulin with an unchanging smile:

"Sir, I remember you left with His Highness, how did you arrive in Huntington City first? Did you encounter any trouble?"

"Yes, some of my collaborators asked me to participate in their activities as soon as possible. After drinking this glass with you, I will probably meet them in the city."

The Sir looked at the heavy snow, drank the glass of iced red wine, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face:

"My favorite thing is to watch the snow in the snowy winter and taste the best red wine of the year."

He let out a hearty laugh, picked up the wine bottle on the tray on the small table, and wanted to pour himself wine, but Xia De stopped him:

"I have better wine here."

He took out a red wine bottle from his coat, and the Sir smiled and raised his eyebrows:

"That's great."

Taking Xia De's wine bottle, he blew a breath at it, and the cold air immediately covered the entire bottle.

"No need to sober the wine, just drink it directly."

Xia De reminded, and also drank the red wine in his own glass, so the Sir poured the new red wine into two glasses respectively.

The two clinked glasses on the small balcony, and Sir Miss Pulin took a sip of the new wine impatiently, then half-squinted his eyes and made an intoxicated sound:

"Oh, this wine, this wine is really... really unbelievable... Mr. Hamilton, you actually are willing to carry such fine wine with you!"

He praised in surprise, although Xia De gave Margaret a batch of red wine at the end of autumn, obviously Sir Miss Pulin's status was not enough to taste them, at least not taste much.

Xia De put down the wine glass and didn't chat about the red wine topic:

"Before leaving Tobesk, I went to visit Mr. Book. That poor guy died, and his library was also burned down by fire. According to the investigation, the fire occurred on Tuesday night, which was the night Her Highness Margaret held the banquet."

Sir Miss Pulin smiled and drank another sip of the red wine in his hand:

"What a pity."

Xia De didn't know what this southern gentleman was "pitying", he continued:

"My diviner friend helped me divine, but unfortunately there was no result. But the Church soon investigated some things, maybe... this matter is related to you."

Xia De looked into Sir Miss Pulin's eyes, the latter did not dodge, and also looked at him. After a brief silence, the Sir nodded slightly:

"Yes, that's right, it was indeed me."

"For those old books that Mr. Book cherished and was unwilling to sell?"

"Of course, otherwise what else could it be for?"

"Inviting me to collect artifacts together on Monday was to scout the location?"

"It was also to collect artifacts, no one stipulated that one thing cannot be used to achieve two goals."

The Sir shrugged his shoulders, and in the brief conversation, the two always stared into each other's eyes.

These answers were not surprising to Xia De, he had known it long ago, and even fully understood what Sir Leijinsi Miss Pulin was thinking. Xia De knew very well that the other party and himself were definitely not the same kind of person:

"Actually, I had a period of time when I thought we could become friends. At Her Highness Princess Lei Lei Qianya's reading salon, our discussion about wisdom and knowledge was very harmonious."

His voice was very light.

"Yes, we talked very harmoniously at that time. Then you should understand. Knowledge is power, wisdom is wealth. I have power, and I crave wealth."

The right corner of the Sir's mouth lifted imperceptibly:

"Wealth should belong to those who deserve to have it. In other words, those books remained in the hands of Mr. Book, who only regarded them as collectibles, which was really too wasteful. Give them to me, I will read them, and when the time is right, donate them to universities or public libraries. This is the destination of those books. Sacrificing one person in exchange for the spread of knowledge, I cannot say this is very reasonable, after all, life is priceless, but at least I don't think doing so is wrong."

Joey Barton knew he did something wrong, but still had to do it; then the man in front of him probably really didn't feel he did anything wrong.

"At the wedding banquet of Lake View Manor, you once said you wanted to popularize education and liberate labor. Isn't the first step to doing this to liberate these books, which are not expensive to print, from the hands of those collectors?"

The Sir asked with a smile, and Xia De also laughed:

"Your statement cannot be said to be outrageous, it can only be said to be quite outrageous."

Sir Miss Pulin nodded while laughing:

"Yes, yes, of course outrageous. Well then..."

He looked at Xia De with a smile on his face, but there was only coldness in his eyes:

"I did this just so I could get those books."