After seeing Miss Messenger off, Klein glanced at the letter paper in his hand and once again pondered the issue of West Balam.
He believed he had to be prepared that Mr. Azik might not reply for a month. That is, when early July arrived, he might only be going to West Balam with a few military personnel, without the protection of the former Death Consul. Thus, the shadow of the Rose School would always hang over him.
"Two options: if the danger is indeed too great, I'll directly abandon the identity of Dwayne Dantès. Otherwise, I'll seriously consider the 'client list' and leave out any forces that might be connected to the Rose School... Well, perhaps I should set the goals in advance and keep accidents controllable... The intelligence Danitz provided should come from Vice Admiral Iceberg. Among them, two native generals seem rather special... Every other force, regardless, always notes whether they are closer to Loen, Intis, Feysac, or Feynapotter, or if internal factions have different leanings that achieve a balance. Only they lack foreign notes in the annotations and only have the support of the Spirit Church..." Klein reread the contents of the letter and vaguely sensed something.
He initially suspected that these two native generals had gotten in touch with the Church of Knowledge. Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina not marking them was intentionally highlighting their uniqueness, telling Gehrman Sparrow that they could be cooperative partners.
That way, she didn't need to worry about information leaking from Danitz, because there was no information to leak, only hints.
"Mesyanes, Katami... The former has the support of the royal faction within the Spirit Church, the latter secretly claims to be a descendant of the Death God... Hah, even if it's true, he's a descendant of who knows how many generations. If he meets Mr. Azik, how will he address him?" Klein chuckled and flicked the letter paper, incinerating it.
He then enjoyed an exquisite afternoon tea in a semi-open room with a large balcony, until the butler Walter entered and said in a low voice:
"Sir, there are police officers at the door again. They're here about the Caron suicide case."
On the surface, the clues in this matter always pointed to Dwayne Dantès, so even with Baron Syndras handling the follow-up, the police still had to visit from time to time; otherwise, the newspaper reporters would surely accuse them of dereliction.
As for the attack on Senator Macht, because Dwayne Dantès was merely an important eyewitness, after giving his statement, he was no longer disturbed.
"Show them to the sitting room on the second floor overlooking the garden." Klein put his half-eaten vanilla sponge cake back on the tray and took a sip of black tea.
As the host, he didn't need to worry about wasting afternoon tea snacks, because the leftovers belonged to the footmen and maids. If he always ate everything cleanly or demanded exactly the right amount, the reputation of stinginess would spread among the servants in this neighborhood and thus reach the ears of ladies and gentlemen.
Walter replied with little change in expression:
"They want to invite you to the police station, because today is the day for Caron's family to identify the suspect.
"They say they're sorry, but this is a necessary procedure that cannot be omitted."
Klein slowly rose to his feet and said:
"I understand. Richardson, fetch my coat, hat, and cane."
Since he had already come forward, he was quite willing to see from the perspective of an onlooker what exactly Caron and his family had been through, and how the matter would turn toward Baron Syndras.
......
North District Police Station, a spacious room.
Klein saw Caron's family through a wall of glass: an old gentleman, an old lady, a woman nearing forty, a teenager of fifteen or sixteen, and a girl under ten.
Their eyes swept over the line of suspects behind the glass wall and simultaneously landed on Dwayne Dantès's face.
"It's him! It's him!" the teenager shouted loudly, his eyes reddening instantly, his hands clenching into fists as he tried to rush toward the glass wall.
"It's him, officer, it's him." The woman nearly forty suddenly burst into tears, her gaze at Dwayne Dantès filled with hatred and hostility.
The little girl she was holding cried out loudly:
"Daddy! Give me back my daddy!"
The two elders wiped their tears, one forcing calm, the other sobbing almost to the point of fainting. Grief immediately filled the air.
Yet Klein had never even seen them before.
Implanted memories? He frowned slightly, sighing as he speculated what Caron's family had gone through.
Meanwhile, in the basement morgue of the police station.
Daly Simone picked up a pencil and began sketching with slightly trembling hands.
Because she was helping the police station and might encounter newspaper reporters on her way in or out, she didn't wear her usual medium's robe but instead changed into a black-and-white policewoman's uniform, with a jacket and skirt, paired with knee-high leather boots.