"In other words, we will share 1,000 pounds in cash!"

"In Backlund, this is also a very generous bounty. A single detective has to sleep on the street for four or five years to save it."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and everyone was filled with expectations for their bounty.

Even Klein was no exception, he was guessing how much Isengard would give him.

At least a hundred pounds, right? He whispered silently.

Essinger took a sip of the pipe, squinted his eyes slightly, and said with satisfaction: "Thank you for your trust in me, I will make the distribution now."

"The biggest contribution this time was Detective Sherlock Moriarty. The few ideas and ideas he provided allowed us to find the clues and put us on the right track. He is a veritable reasoning expert!"

"Ms. Kaslana can confirm this. I still have a few letters from Detective Moriarty here. Those who doubt it can take a look."

It's fair... He didn't list himself as the biggest contributor... Klein immediately looked at the great detective Isengard Stanton with admiration:

No wonder he's an authority in detective circles!

Seeing that no one raised any objections, Essinger nodded slightly and said, "I declare that the reward for detective Sherlock Moriarty is 300 pounds!"

With a bang, the detectives in the living room whispered to each other.

They looked up at Klein from time to time, as if they finally got to know this excellent detective who was praised by Mr. Stanton as a reasoning expert.

What a generous and fair person... Klein opened his mouth, but he didn't have any humility in the end.

The bounties ranked second were Essinger himself and Kaslana. They each took 160 pounds. The rest of the detectives relied on different contributions to share the remaining 380 pounds. Among them, the lowest was 15 pounds. It is equivalent to their usual income of three or four weeks, which is the benefit of high rewards for big cases.

Stuart, who got 40 pounds, was very satisfied, because he felt that he had only observed for two days, and the object of the observation was not the suspect who was locked later.

Of course, he also had to pay part of the 40 pounds�the informants and helpers involved in this matter must all be taken care of.

After distributing the bounty, Stuart suddenly remembered something, took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, and said to Klein, "Sherlock, I recently accepted a very lucrative job hunting mission, you Mobilize your resources, help me pay attention, if I can find it, I will not lose your share."

"Okay, no problem." Klein replied indifferently.

Stuart handed over the paper in his hand and said, "This is the man who has been missing for nearly two weeks."

"Because of his own involvement with indiscretion or some degree of crime, the client does not want us to ask the police for help."

Klein nodded slightly, unfolded the paper, and saw a rubbed black and white photo:

It was a man with his hair combed back obliquely, with a bit of chic in his seriousness.

He is about 27 or 28 years old, with a delicate and handsome appearance, but there is undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips.

"By the way, his name is..." Stuart recalled, "Emlyn White."

Emlyn White... Klein suddenly turned his head and looked at Stuart: "Huh?"

Isn't that the name of the vampire imprisoned in the basement by Father Utravsky?

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In Duke Negan's mansion, Audrey, who was invited to the afternoon tea party, was a little bored listening to her mother and Duchess Della chatting about some matters between nobles.

She glanced at the exquisite three-tiered tray, and at the delicious items such as muffins and cakes with unique shapes. Feeling that she has indulged her appetite recently, she just lightly picked up the teacup and sipped the black tea. JrNovels.com