Azik with soft facial features and bronze complexion appeared in front of Klein's eyes. Because at home, he was only casually wearing a white shirt, brown vest, and brown trousers.

"Klein? I was just about to write to you." Ards greeted enthusiastically, "I just got home last night."

Klein took a deep look at the tiny mole under his right ear and said, "Mr. Ards, I have found a clue to your past."

"Really?" Azik's expression suddenly became agitated, and his eyes that were full of vicissitudes lost their indifference.

"Let's go in and talk." Klein glanced left and right.

Azik nodded quickly, stepped aside, and let the guests enter.

He locked the door, and led Klein to the living room on the first floor, where he sat on the soft sofa.

"What clue did you find?" He asked impatiently.

Klein didn't expect to meet Mr. Ards today, and organized his words, "I recently accepted a commission to get rid of a resentful soul in the abandoned castle outside the small town of Ramud."

"Ramud..." Azik repeated the name in a low voice, frowning a little.

Klein looked at the other party's expression, and said slowly: "In the process of removing the resentful soul, we discovered something, so we went to the town to do an in-depth investigation..."

"A townsman claimed to have a portrait of the first Baron Ramud, and tried to sell it to me. I looked at this oil painting curiously, and found that the person on the portrait, except for his shape, had very similar facial features to Mr. Azik. Even The mole under the ear has the same location and the same size."

"Under my interrogation, the townsman confessed that the oil painting was made more than 40 years ago, but the object of imitation did come from the abandoned castle, and it was indeed an ancient portrait painting dug out there."

"You know, people like us with unique abilities have the ability to identify lies initially, and this skill tells me that the townsman is not lying."

After listening, Azik leaned forward and clasped his hands. He didn't speak for a long time, and kept silent all the time.

After five or six minutes, he breathed out and said, "Your description didn't remind me of anything more. Maybe, maybe I have to go and see the abandoned castle in person."

"Can you take me there?"

"It's my honor." Klein replied preparedly, "But I need to go home so that my brother and sister won't worry."

"No problem." Ards stood up.

At No. 2 Narcissus Street, Klein nodded to Azik, walked quickly to the front of the house, took out the key and opened the door.

Melissa, who was already home, heard the sound of the lock cylinder turning, and hurriedly approached the living room from the kitchen.

Seeing Klein, she opened her eyes brightly and said, "I've bought vegetables, including chicken, potatoes, onions, meat fish, turnips, and peas. I also bought a small jar of honey."

Sister, are you used to the occasional little "luxury"? Klein chuckled and said, "You have to come and prepare dinner today, don't worry about my share, I have something to go out, maybe I have to come early in the morning, um, do a favor for Teacher Azik, from the History Department of Hoy University teacher."

While speaking, he half turned and pointed to the carriage waiting outside the door.

Melissa opened and closed her lips twice, then pursed her lips again and said, "Okay."

Klein bid farewell to his sister, walked out of the gate, boarded the rental carriage hired by Azik, and arrived in the small town of Ramud in two hours and forty minutes.

It was nearly nine o'clock at this time, and the sky was completely dark, only the crimson moon and trivial stars occasionally piercing through the clouds to illuminate the place without gas street lamps.

After ordering the driver to wait in the small town, Klein led Azik on the road to the abandoned castle.

As he walked, he found that Azik was getting faster and faster, so that he had to trot to keep up. In the end, he even became Azik leading the way.

Klein wanted to say something, but when he saw the other party's silent face and tight lips, he swallowed the words wisely. JrNovels.com