The sudden sense of weightlessness made Charles not have time to react. He did not expect that when he returned, he would actually summon the shuttle door on his own initiative, but would be "kicked out" passively.

So when he returned to his residence, the stagger caused by weightlessness caused him to fall to the ground without standing firmly. Then, under such circumstances, the door suddenly blew up and was kicked open!

A team of uniformed policemen quickly drilled into the room, two of whom were holding loaded flintlocks at Charles, while others began to quickly search and inspect the room under the leadership of a bald policeman.

After entering the door rudely, they started to search without saying a word. The situation seemed very rude, and it seemed that they had already confirmed the situation in the room to arrest the criminal. However, after a long time, they found nothing but a little hair and traces of dirty floors.

"Where is Weima? Someone reported that he never came out after entering the house!" The bald policeman came to Charles and looked down at him from a high point.

At this time, Charles was still amazed at what he had encountered now - when he ran to the strange medieval world, did the time here stop?

"Please answer the question, Mr. Colanston!" After receiving no response, the bald policeman repeated the sentence sternly.

Hearing these tough words, Charles temporarily restrained his complex thoughts, looked up at him, and asked in confusion: "Is he a wanted criminal?"

The young man's voice was not panicked. Compared to the initial scene of "both stolen people and stolen", Charles is not afraid of people checking it now. There may be many loopholes in this room, but it is not fatal.

"He is not a wanted criminal, but we suspect that he has encountered an accident and the murder scene is here!"

"Unexpected? Here? You may have made a mistake, and he had already left."

"This is impossible. We...unless he can fly, it will not disappear inexplicably!" The bald man's words made Charles think, but he did not think carefully about the meaning of it, but instead patted his butt and stood up.

"You are so smart. He did fly away. He pushed me before leaving."

He answered seriously.

The fool believed him, and bald man was no exception. However, before he could speak again with a long face, another young policeman nearby suddenly interrupted and asked, "What are those on your waist?"

Charles followed his gaze and saw the keel on his waist with his rag-like shirt.

"Nothing, just a little personal hobby."

"So you like to collect dead bones? Or are these actually materials you use to study some ulterior motives?" the young policeman asked in a daze.

"Dead bone? This is just a dog's bone." He raised his eyebrows in surprise. Charles cooperated to remove the package and spread it on the table.

The police quickly surrounded him and then carefully checked to finally come to a conclusion.

This is indeed a dog's bone, or a similar beast.

So the bald policeman asked coldly again: "Where did your bones come from? Digging the cemetery without authorization is a serious crime, and even the remains of a dog are no exception!"

"This... was sold to me by Weima. This is his purpose here. If you want to find it, go find him." Charles said: "Sorry, it's not a crime to use personal property to buy bone collectibles, right?"

"Of course, but if you use this so-called collectible to do some despicable research, it will not be certain." The young policeman said with a slight smile.

While he was speaking, the other policemen began to search again at the command of the bald man. Compared with the past, they now focused on some books and documents.

This made Charles feel fortunate that he had thought of this before, otherwise the notebook would have been searched and then a big mess appeared - within the sphere of influence of the Holy Church, no matter whether you are a noble or a civilian, playing with black magic is a serious crime!

"How did the traces on your body cause?" The companion searched and saw that Charle's naked upper body was filled with dirt, and the young policeman questioned again.

"Maybe I had a fight with Weima, maybe I was studying tattooing, maybe we did something undescribable, who knows."

Although there was a ghost in his heart, Charles was still very angry at these people's rudeness and did not answer angrily.

"Please be serious, Mr. Colanston!"

"Okay, I'll tell you very seriously, what does this have to do with you? I fell into a coal pit before and was bleeding from my head. How about it?"

"Maybe we need to collect this."

Charles shrugged indifferently: "No problem, but please make it clear, these are my own blood."

He didn't tell any lies. He didn't touch anything except the marks left by the whip. The guards were almost all sudden attacks, and their blood did not touch him.

So although Charles is not sure whether medicine in this world has developed to the point where it can detect whether blood is homologous, he is not worried about this.

At the same time, the police had no gains except for searching for some hair residues here, so the bald man unwilling to lead the other policemen out of the room.

"Search for other rooms!"

The police teams of Peeta City in dark blue uniforms were successively out, and only the young policeman was responsible for staring at him. In response, Shire suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at him suspiciously: "By the way, I haven't had time to ask, do you have a warrant?"

The nobles of the Dulin Kingdom had certain privileges in this regard. For example, without obtaining a municipal search warrant, the police would not have the right to break into the residence of a noble, even if the crimes committed by the noble were obvious.

"You don't have to worry about this, we..." The young policeman responded, and was about to take out the search warrant to indicate it, but a scream suddenly came from outside the room. He was stunned. When Charle heard the scream, he quickly rushed out with a quick step.

He quickly walked to the place where the sound came. Charles looked around and saw the scene that made him unable to help but twitch his eyelids.

The girl named Anne was huddled in the corner of the room, holding a tattered bear, looking terrified and pale in her face. The bald policeman was staring at her with a stern face: "Have you seen your brother do anything wrong?"

Unresponded, the bald man raised his voice and said, "Please cooperate, Miss!"

"Are you an idiot or a mentally retarded? She is a child!" Shire was very angry at this. He quickly walked forward and pushed the bald man hard, which naturally attracted the hostile gazes of the surrounding police.

However, Bald himself just waved his hand and didn't care about it.

"We cannot let go of a crime, whether it is a child or a normal person. Mr. Colanston, you should know that we have this right."

"Yes, you have this right, but this may make a grudge against a noble baron," the girl's pale face made Charles angry, and he whispered: "The kind that never ends."

"It's not too late to say such harsh words after you successfully inherit the title." The bald man smiled coldly, but did not bother him again. He turned to look at his subordinates: "What did you find?"

"No captain."

"We have searched all this house, including the basement."

The response received made the bald man unable to help but look at Shire again, and then nodded after looking at the young policeman.

"Okay, let's go!" As he said that, he looked at Charles again and said in a stiff tone: "Please forgive me for the inconvenience you have caused."

"Of course I understand. As you said, I have not inherited the title yet, and I can't help but not forgive me." Charles smiled.

Upon hearing this, the bald man's steps stopped and then said meaningfully: "It is not a wise move to threaten us. Mr. Kelanston, especially you are so weak."

"What are the consequences? Framed? Catch me into prison? Or find a few gangsters to beat me up? You are already in trouble with me, right?"

"Please be careful, Mr. Colanston, we will only catch the wrongdoers."

The bald man said, and had already walked to the door with the police, but when he was about to step out of the room, he turned his head and said:

"By the way, someone has reported that you have studied black magic. We have not found any clues about this matter, but Bishop Charles once said that no clues about black magic should be left behind, so I will report this matter to the Peeta City Church Organization, I hope you will prepare early."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Charles to respond and added: "I really hope you can still get away with it so much. The priests are not as easy to fool as us."

After saying that, the doors closed and the intruders left the house.

...

"As the officer said, your threat is not painful or itchy to him, nor has any lethality."

After the police left, the old butler who had been standing by the side and silently said this.

He looks at least 60 years old, his gray and noisy hair is neatly combed, and his eyes are deep. The years have made his cheeks wrinkles appear, and his once straight back is much more hunched.

The old housekeeper was the original confidant brought by the Kelanston family. After coming here, he was responsible for helping him manage his property and making suggestions.

The original body trusted the butler very much, and even because of his biological father's lukewarm attitude for many years, he unconsciously moved his feelings for his father's love to the old man in front of him.

However, Charles now thinks he is really childish.

"On the contrary, I think I'm ridiculous, do you think so?" Charles' angry expression dissipated, and he looked at the old butler inexplicably.

"But you should understand that I can't beat them like me, so I can only enjoy my mouth. Besides, since he wants to anger me, wouldn't I be embarrassed if I don't cooperate?"

As he said that, he walked back to the living room, sat out on the sofa, staring at the old silver-haired man sitting slowly opposite him, and said with some meaning: "I'm curious why they are so sure."

Hearing this, the old man's slow look couldn't help but stop. He looked up at the young man in silence: "Are you suspicious of me?"

"No, I just said it casually." Charles shrugged: "You old man can help the staff. Where did they get the news? Neighbors? Or were they following? By the way, there is also the notebook. Fortunately, I discovered that there was a ghost in it in time and threw it away. Otherwise, I would probably be in danger. It would be quite safe, right?"

The old man listened quietly to his words without saying anything.

Charles said to himself: "Let me think about it, where did that laptop come from? Well, it seems that someone lost to me by betting. He lost only his shorts and had nothing else to mortgage. It was the first time I saw someone who lost so badly."

"When it comes to gambling, the atmosphere of the casino you introduced me is quite good."

Charles sighed, "It's a pity that my old foundation has almost lost, so I don't have much money to gamble again."

As he said that, he looked up at the old man opposite and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? You don't look very good?"

"Master Charles, I..."

"Don't, just call me Charles. What kind of young master is I, I was driven out of the house by me and ran to this broken place where birds do not shit. But the unlucky people in the territory didn't know where they were crazy. They didn't let me enter the castle left to me by my aunt. If I don't enter the castle and get the family token, I can't even inherit the title, and the municipal government doesn't help me. I am not able to solve this problem. Now I am suspected to be a murderer. Tell me, is there anyone as unlucky as me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the living room fell silent. The breeze slowly penetrated through the windows of the room, causing the blue window screen to ripple continuously. The candle at the lamp base was dim. The kerosene lamp placed on the table burned and crackled. The choking smell that could be seen by the naked eye lingered at the tip of the nose, and also illuminated the gap between the two.

The shadows around the sofa sway with the light, and the atmosphere was inexplicably deserted.

"Say it? Why don't you talk?" Seeing the old man's expression stunned, Charles stretched forward with his upper body, smiling, but his eyes were full of coldness, "Are you having nothing to say? Or are you embarrassed to speak?"

"I...you know, I..."

Seeing him hesitate, Charles suddenly sat back and sighed, "Forget it, I don't know, I don't want to know either."

"You can get the salary yourself. There is not much left anyway. If it is too much, just treat it as a severance fee for you, and if it is less, you owe me; by the way, please leave here within ten minutes. My eyes have had enough of a vicious old man."

"Don't you want to know why I did this?"

"Of course I think, but will you tell me?" Charles said: "Encourage gambling, exhaust your money, arrange your notebook, and then watch me step by step towards the abyss with malicious intentions. No matter what your purpose is, you are already incompatible with me."

"Aren't you angry?"
To be continued...