Prince Henry's head was placed on the table and served on a silver tray.

There is an ordinary tray next to it, with a black and smelly stuff on it;

"It's cow dung," said Mr. Bader.

"Cow dung?" Karen asked.

"It was taken out of Prince Henry's mouth."

Karen looked at Prince Henry's face again, but it was a little pale.

"I've already cleansed him," Bede explained.

"Isn't this destroying evidence?" Karen asked.

"Um..." Bede hesitated and replied, "This is the etiquette among nobles."

"etiquette?"

"To put it simply, even if you are about to starve to death, when you see a table of food, you must first make an expression of disdain that the tableware is not made of silver."

"Oh."

"How did you get here?" Karen asked.

"The head was tied to the saddle, and the horse happened to be a gift from our family to the royal family a few years ago. It instinctively took Prince Henry's head home."

"So, is this a frame-up?"

"Father has already called the palace, but it seems too low-level to frame him, and the price is too high."

"I don't mean that the royal family framed it themselves." Karen explained.

"I understand what you mean, Master, but they shouldn't do this, because the reason why the Gloria family has been able to sit firmly on the throne of Wayne is because they don't make trouble outside and stay at home... cough

, feel at ease being a well-behaved mascot.

Therefore, even if Prince Henry dies, it will be difficult to provoke a confrontation between the royal family and the Allen family. They will not be carried away by their emotions, because their emotions are used in other aspects."

Karen remembered that Pu'er once said similar words to Mr. Bede.

"So, you don't think this is a frame-up?"

"Yes, I don't think so. Maybe the murderer just wanted to wait for an opportunity. It happened that Prince Henry drank and left the palace. After killing him, it happened that the horse was from our Allen family horse farm. This head happened to be

Entered Allen Manor."

"There are so many 'just right's."

"Yeah, but I think that's it."

At this time, old Anderson hurriedly walked in and said to Karen:

"Master Karen, I have already had a phone call with the steward at the palace. The Queen was deeply saddened when she learned the news of Prince Henry's murder, but she asked the steward to convey to us that she believed this was an attempt to instigate discord between the royal family and the Allen family.

The conspiratorial attitude of relationships.”

"Well, it seems that Her Majesty the Queen is still very wise."

"Yes, Master, what do you think?" Old Anderson asked.

"I don't know," Karen said honestly, "but I can listen to Mr. Bede's opinion."

Old Anderson glanced at his youngest son helplessly and perfunctorily, and asked:

"Then, tell me what you think."

Mr. Bede glanced at Prince Henry's head on the table, shrank his neck in fright, shook his head and said:

"I don't know anything."

"Alas." Old Anderson sighed.

At this time, a servant came to report: "Sir, there is another call from the palace, asking you to come over."

"Okay, I'm here." Old Anderson looked at Karen, "Master, I..."

"You deal with this matter first."

"Okay, I will synchronize the attitude and measures of the palace with you immediately." Old Anderson walked out to answer the phone.

Karen covered her nose and walked out. Mr. Bede and Karen walked out together.

When I walked outside, the air after the rain blew through, and I felt a lot fresher.

There are no servants here. Karen turned to look at Mr. Bede who was standing beside him and asked:

"You didn't do it?"

Mr. Bede also looked at Karen and said with a smile: "I always thought it was you, Master."

"Really?"

"Really?"

The two nodded to each other. It seemed that it was not the case.

"I originally thought it was because he always came to harass Eunice, so as a father, you just let him take advantage of him..."

Karen made a motion of sliding the knife down, which quite corresponded to the "image" of Prince Henry at this time.

"Master, I remember confessing to you yesterday that I really don't know how to fight. Besides, Eunice is now your fiancée, Prince Henry, and she should be the most reason for you to go..."

Mr. Bader also made the same move as Karen.

"How could I do such a thing?" Karen shrugged, "It's really ridiculous."

"You are the grandson of Mr. Dis." Mr. Bede reminded, "I believe that at this time, my father must be playing drums in his heart, wondering if it was you who did it. Maybe after my father answers this call, he will come to insinuate you.

.”

"I'm just a servant of God."

"Lord Cordis has been just a judge for a long time."

Both men were silent for a moment;

Karen said: "Where are his guards? Oh no, didn't he have hundreds of guards with him? Were the guards also killed?"

"That's not true. The Imperial Guards have been contacted. It's nothing."

"Is nothing wrong?"

"Because Prince Henry rode out of the palace."

"Well, I know that."

"The Praetorian Guards were also ordered to ride with him."

"Then what?"

"When we first left the city and entered the suburbs, more than half of the people fell behind. As we entered the suburbs and continued to march in the direction of the manor, we fell behind the remaining half. Finally, His Royal Highness was very angry and rode into the woods alone.

, when he came out again, there was only one head left."

"What do you mean?" Karen asked confused.

"Because the Royal Guards in the palace are just to enrich personal resumes. The quotas for the Royal Guards are sold to the outside world every year. Generally, businessmen from well-off families spend money to buy them to add life experience to their children.

So, most of them don't know how to ride a horse."

"In other words, if Prince Henry chose to ride a pickup truck instead of riding a horse, he probably wouldn't have been killed?"

"That should be the case. After all, at least the guards are by his side, so he won't be left alone."

"Then why is he riding?"

"Young people, when drunk, will inevitably do some outrageous things. They want to imitate the heroic posture of their ancestors on horses. Although, in most historical periods, the ancestors of the Gloria family were mounted."

…

"Gloria's little idiot is dead?" Pu'er asked while eating fried dried fish.

"Yeah." Karen sat on the sofa, holding a bottle of perfume in his hand, dripping it on the back of his hand, and then gently wiped it under his nose.

"Oh my God, you've actually started using perfume. Has the aristocratic life corrupted you so quickly?"

"I was smelled by horse manure, and I don't want to take a shower or change clothes for the time being."

The smell of this perfume is very similar to Fengyoujing, which is barely acceptable.

"Well, the smell of horse manure is actually not that unpleasant, especially in my time, when cars didn't exist yet, everyone traveled by horse-drawn carriage, and we were all used to the fragrance of horse manure.

So, I still hate the smell of car exhaust, it’s heresy!”

"If Prince Henry had kept up with the times and chosen to drive here today, he probably would not have died."

"I think what you said means something to me."

There was a knock on the bedroom door;

Karen walked over and opened the door. Standing at the door was Berg.

"Master, the royal family is here, led by His Royal Highness the Prince of York."
To be continued...