Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

It didn't take long to find the ice room.

Jinchen quickly found a lower stone doorway at the back of the wine cellar. A heavy chain was hung on the door, but the lock was only loose, apparently to make it easier for the servants to get ice every day.

He waited patiently for a patrol of guards to pass by, then entered the door.

The temperature in the ice room was much lower than that in the wine cellar. It was freezing cold, and the walls and ceiling were covered with thick white frost.

Neatly cut ice blocks are stacked up, emitting a cool air. In the corner are pickaxes for removing ice and carts for transporting ice.

Servants would usually take the required ice from here in the early morning, put it in insulated buckets, and deliver it to various parts of the main house for use during the day.

There were people coming and going here, and the footprints were messy, but soon, Jinchen's eyes fixed on the area near the tool storage corner.

He squatted down and gently brushed away the layer of frost on the surface with his fingers. The outline of the footprints appeared, which had been deliberately wiped and covered with the broken ice chips next to it.

Jinchen stretched out his slender fingers and hovered them above the footprints.

He is about 180 cm tall, overweight, and has a strong build. He usually uses his right foot to bear weight, and his left foot has a weak gait, which may indicate an old leg injury.

Jinchen's analysis came to an abrupt halt as he picked up a button next to the footprint.

A button made of gemstones is not something that an ordinary servant can own, and even an ordinary gentleman may not use such a valuable ornament.

Jinchen put the button away.

His mind raced through all the people who fit the description that he had seen in the manor in the past few days.

John Olga.

No, he was thin and had no old injuries on his legs and feet.

Captain of the manor's guard.

The body type is similar, but the status is not enough to have such a button...

Joshua Klein, thinner and weaker.

Jinchen was complaining in his heart and paused. Joshua was used to leaning on his male servant Silas, and every time he saw him, he would lean on his right shoulder.

Silas's build was... tall and solid.

"Could it be him..." Jinchen murmured in a low voice.

If it was really Silas, then Joshua's suspicion would almost be convicted.

In this era, conviction often does not require direct evidence as in later generations.

Motive, timing, and physical evidence like this are enough to send a person to the gallows.

[Host! Host!] Ling Gungun interrupted his thoughts. [Edgar emerged from the wine cellar, fetching several bottles of wine and heading towards the manor's side door!]

Jinchen immediately exited the ice room and chased after him.

He was busy this evening.

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The side door of the manor is usually used for servants and goods to enter and exit, and is relatively hidden.

There is a small round fountain in front of the door, gurgling, and the sound of water covers the silence of the night.

Jinchen hid behind a tree and watched Edgar standing at the door carrying a heavy wicker wine basket, waiting anxiously.

Soon, another figure walked quickly from the shadows of the manor's outer wall.

The man, also wearing a cloak and with his hat pulled low, came closer and spoke in a low voice to Edgar.

"Wow, the value of these ten bottles of wine," Ling Gungun quickly estimated, "could be equivalent to the entire tax revenue of a remote town in a year. What a huge sum."

Jinchen observed the man, picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at him casually.

"Who!" Edgar was so frightened that he shuddered violently, almost dropping the lantern in his hand to the ground, and looked back in panic.

He no longer blocked the view of the person opposite him.

Jinchen finally saw it clearly and raised his eyebrows in slight surprise.

Julian.

A young nephew who was brought back by Count Olga and introduced to the family members.

"Wow!" Ling Gungun continued to exclaim, "Incredible! There's actually a story about this guy."

Jinchen quietly observed Julian's arrogant expression and behavior, and recalled how considerate Julian was to Count Olga at the funeral that day.

Olga's manor is really full of movie stars.

Julian quickly stuffed the purse into his arms and shouted to his followers, "Go!"

They immediately turned around and quickly disappeared into the dark alley outside the side door.

Jinchen looked back thoughtfully at the windows of the main house where warm lights were on.

So, could Miss Eleanor's mysterious lover be Julian?

[This is incredible! This is incredible!]

Ling Gungun was anxious. [Host, hurry! The Lord God's carriage is almost home, hurry back!]

Jinchen has collected enough clues and information tonight and needs time to organize them.

When he heard the alarm, his eyebrows jumped slightly and he quickly left Olga Manor.

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Jinchen's room on the second floor of the cylindrical house.

Jinchen put on her pajamas and heard some noise coming from downstairs.

It was Alric who had returned.

Jinchen walked to the window and saw Alric getting off the carriage through the gap in the curtains. His figure seemed a little blurry under the gas lamp on the porch.

Jinchen's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to a few hours ago, wondering what Alric would think when he woke up.

Will he doubt it?

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

The voice wasn't hurried, even... hesitant.

Jinchen walked to the door but didn't open it immediately.

He could almost imagine Alric's expression outside the door at this moment, dazed after waking up from a coma, his green eyes full of questions that needed to be answered, but he was desperately denying the most ridiculous guess in his heart.

how could be.

How could Cyril be the dangerous pervert who had played such a terrible trick on him.

He must have heard it wrongly when he was confused...

There were a few more knocks on the door, a little harder than before, but still restrained.

Jinchen's fingers rested lightly on the doorknob, but he didn't turn it.

He suddenly wanted to see how long Alric would wait outside the door.

Will he leave, or will he keep knocking?

Alric outside the door was indeed in extremely conflicting emotions, just as Jinchen had expected.

He raised his hand and struck it a third time, this time with more force and a touch of anxiety.

However, the door remained closed and there was no response from inside.