“What’s wrong? Is there something off about the investigation report?” Lyon asked, puzzled.
Angel fell silent for a moment, “Indeed, something isn’t right.”
“Really something not right?” Lyon took the letter from Angel’s hands and read through it again, but even after finishing, he still couldn’t spot any discrepancies.
As Lyon was perplexed, Angel asked, “When we were in Sea Moon City, White Bear gleaned some information from the other crew members on the White-headed Elder. This Fullington left Sea Moon City on the tenth day of the latter half of the Month of Repose.”
“Take a closer look at this report, when did he arrive in Waterford?”
Lyon picked up the letter and quickly found the information provided by Richard: “According to the neighbors’ clues, on the first day of the Harvest Moon, Fullington moved into the slums?!”
From the tenth day of the latter half of the Month of Repose to the first day of the Harvest Moon, the time spanned less than a week!
Moreover, that was just the neighbors providing Fullington’s move-in time. Fullington’s arrival in Waterford must have been even earlier!
The spring breeze of the Steam Revolution from the Flourish Continent’s Yirong Country hadn’t yet reached the distant other side of the sea. On the Old Earth Continent, there were no railways or steam trains; long journeys were mainly undertaken by carriage.
Lyon had been to Sea Moon City and knew all too well that even with a fast horse and continuous relay changes, the trip from Waterford to Sea Moon City would take half a month. If one were to travel leisurely, it would take at least a month.
How had Fullington managed to travel from the coastal lines of the Goldfinch Empire to the inland areas in less than a week?
“There’s definitely something fishy here; could this Fullington really be Rolando?” Lyon inquired.
“In the records by Richard, it states that Fullington had a quarrel with someone two months ago, resulting in a fight where both parties were injured to varying degrees. Considering how Transcendents regard their own dignity, I think it’s unlikely that Fullington is Rolando.” Angel paused, “However, there are indeed some suspicious points about Fullington that require personal verification.”
Fullington was very likely connected to certain Transcendents, of course, Rolando being one of them. But given that there are more Transcendents on the Old Earth Continent than just Rolando, it’s still too early to draw conclusions.
“I shall go to Waterford now to take a look.” Angel stood up, ready to leave.
“Wait, if that person really is Rolando, he might be involved with King Gumman… Although I don’t know how formidable King Gumman is, even the Mentor showed fear when mentioning him. So it’s better if you don’t go alone,” Lyon said with worry in his eyes.
Even though Angel still insisted that Fullington wasn’t Rolando, Lyon was right; it would be best to report this matter to the Mentor first.
Just as Angel was about to find Sanders, he saw Sanders, Suise, and White Bear enter from the outside.
White Bear looked surprised to see Angel: “I was just about to look for you in your room, but here you are in the hall already.”
Looking for me for what? Angel was puzzled, but he didn’t dwell on that for now and instead handed the letter to Sanders: “I had a detective investigate Fullington before, and the news has arrived.”
Sanders was aware of this matter, but Angel’s earnest manner of handing it to him implied there were doubts regarding this Fullington, right?
Without saying anything, Sanders picked up the letter and started to read.
White Bear had encountered Richard together with Angel, so he was well aware of the investigation. Looking at Angel suspiciously, he asked softly, “Did that sloppy detective really dig up something?”
“It’s hard to say, I need to verify it in person.”
Hearing Angel’s response, White Bear was stunned. At the time, he had been somewhat skeptical of the man named Richard. Could it be that he had brought some unexpected news?
Although he didn’t know the contents of the letter, given Sanders’ flickering eyes and Angel’s solemn expression, White Bear suddenly had a premonition—perhaps the tail of that Rolando had really been caught by a mortal detective…