Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

At noon, the autumn sun still carried the residual heat of summer.Although the vicinity of the San Lorenzo Church is not as lively as the City Hall, the restaurants on the street downstairs are still full of people.As the angle of the sun changed, Song Nian, who was sitting on the floor, kept adjusting his position in the shadow of the bookshelf.In the small space, only the sound of flipping paper can be heard in a quiet morning.

Song Qiuyuan, who had been at his desk all morning, took off his glasses and pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose, "Song Nian, come and see this."

Song Nian stood up and took it from the shadows carefully.This is a report of battle damage during Viscount Henry's leadership of the army. In the records of 1279, about ten soldiers were reported missing in the war almost every month. "This was before the Battle of Milan. La Fontaine's army was still in the rear. I searched and found no transfer orders. Even Henry at that time wrote in his diary that there were no accounts for many months. His army It’s almost unbearable.” Looking at the report, Song Nian felt a little strange when he recalled the diary he had read before.

"And the numbers are very close every time, from the beginning of the year to the battle of Milan in the middle of the year. Another point is that every time the missing soldiers are wounded soldiers."

"The wounded soldiers in the rear are missing... But according to La Fontaine's weight at that time, the so-called pension is still paid by himself. Savoy's heart is not so big." No matter how you look at it, this feels strange.

"What about you? What do you gain?"

"I checked the bills of La Fontaine's family at that time. It can be said that Henry bet the future of the entire family on the army, and the family's daily expenses were just enough to maintain a decent life on the surface of a small nobleman. Everything is shrinking, and life is even tighter than the current earl's mansion. In 1279, apart from maintaining the army, the biggest expenditure was condolence money, which was [-] marks, which was comparable to the life of the viscount's family for nearly half a year. expenditure."

"What about the source of income?"

"Part of it is the military salary raised, and the main cost comes from the medicine stone business run by the Viscountess."

"Have you found out who the condolence money was given to?"

"A small businessman who supplies raw materials, no name written."

"What about the time?"

"After the Battle of Milan, July 1279."

The two people in the office fell silent again, and more and more abnormal things kept popping up, but they couldn't find the reason behind the abnormalities. It was like walking into a foggy forest in the early morning, and the things in front of them were always vague about.The illogical battle damage report and the huge but unsigned condolence money, as well as the Battle of Milan, seem to have a thread that can connect these things, but now they have not found a clue.

Suddenly there was an eager knock on the door, and Song Qiuyuan subconsciously replied, please come in. When the priest pushed the door open, a gust of autumn wind blew away the stack of documents by the door, and the three of them stopped for a while. the movement of the hand.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Song." The priest felt a little guilty.

"It's my office that is too messy." Song Qiuyuan quickly bent down, smiled and gathered the scattered documents.

"Ferrari on Lake Street has delivered something, because there is still an order, I handed it over to the concierge and said that it must be delivered to Mr. Song."

"For me?" Song Qiuyuan didn't realize what it was for a while, but then he thought that there was more than one Mr. Song in this room, and looked back at Song Nian who was standing in the shadow. The latter was looking helpless and nodded at him. nod. "Oh, yes, yes. I remember what it was, thank you Father."

"Then you keep busy, I'll leave first." The priest handed Song Qiuyuan a key.

Song Qiuyuan looked at the key, "Did you drag the blacksmith to make the key?"

"I went there last night, it's inconvenient during the day." Song Nian scratched the back of his head, "Thank you just now."

"Small things, keep busy." After handing over the key to Song Nian, Song Qiuyuan sat down and decided to continue the work at hand.

The temperature of the candle flame is lighter than that of danguying.Although he was still choked up, Song Zhiyu had escaped from the complicated emotions of seeing his late mother's handwriting at the beginning, and began to read carefully this difficult-to-preserve manuscript.The first half of the papyrus was neatly bound, but the last page was torn off, leaving only a sharp tear mark.Song Zhiyu walked to the window, the papyrus showed more details under the sunlight, and a watermark of irises slowly emerged in the middle. "La Fontaine?" Although the old earl kept a low profile, many buildings in the city of Lensa still retained La Fontaine's family emblem, and he would not admit it wrong.At the same time, he seemed to understand something.

I remember that when his mother just passed away, Song Qiuyuan lost a lot of weight visibly with the naked eye, and his originally optimistic and cheerful temperament also sank a lot in those few days. The fire came so suddenly.

The family originally made an appointment to go to the photo studio to take a photo on the weekend, but they didn't make it in time. In addition, the mother's manuscript was burned to the ground. Almost all of my time is spent in the office.Although Song Zhiyu was young at that time, he had been growing up safely under the care of his parents.Maria still had some hesitation and reluctance when she asked to study abroad.Song Qiuyuan didn't express his position at first, he knew Song Zhiyu even if he didn't mention it, in fact, he was more reluctant to part with this father who was not good at expressing.

But not long after his mother passed away, Song Qiuyuan sent him to Milan almost without hesitation, even though he had made it clear that he didn't want to leave once.When he returned home for the first Christmas holiday, although Song Qiuyuan did not have the sadness and depression when he left home, his hair was almost half white.

Children are sensitive to emotions, and during that time, he met Song Qiuyuan and the detective who handled the case more than once.He didn't know about Maria's work habits, unlike Song Qiuyuan who was sure that the fire was not an accident at all, but he also vaguely felt that his mother's death was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

After studying in Milan, Song Zhiyu privately found some articles that his mother had published. Because of the strong academic nature of newspapers and periodicals, and the small number of research objects, he collected them intermittently for a long time.It was properly bound into a booklet, at least when I dreamed back at midnight, there were still things I could touch in reality to settle my emotions, especially when I was out alone.

These days Song Qiuyuan left early and returned late, Song Zhiyu didn't think much at first, after all his father always had great enthusiasm for his research.But this time, it's different.He wanted to tell his father that if he chose not to tell him the truth about the fire and pushed himself away because he was still young, what was the reason this time?What is it?

Song Zhiyu, who had made a decision secretly, did not immediately go to the church to find Song Qiuyuan.There is no need for more people to know about this matter.

<Baptistery of San Giovanni>

A figure was pacing restlessly in this small space.Although this secret room is hidden in the mezzanine of the dome of the baptistery, it has no windows.Compared with the other footholds mentioned in the same report by Song Nian, the size of the space can be described as cramped. Although this place can directly lead to another dark room underground, for Modasi, who is leaving his comfort zone at this moment, the excitement is beginning to dissipate. For him, this place is nothing more than a prison with relatively luxurious decoration.

"Ville," I don't know how many times he was bored and retreated into the sofa, and Modassi wanted to divert his attention, "Did Song Qiuyuan find anything?"

"I don't know the specifics. When Song Nian left last night, there were several commendation orders on the desk, and the time was distributed between 1279 and 1281." Weier stood aside quietly, with no expression on his face. .

"If I remember correctly, in this year, the leader of the Secret Party was Mokawi."

"Yes."

"That is to say, both Fanzhuo and La Fontaine have transformed themselves into superiors in a few decades." Modassi frowned, his eyes full of playfulness, "Ville, if I remember correctly, is your grandfather Is that when you got sick?"

"Yes. It started with him, and then my mother. Not long after, she was restricted because of her uncontrollable power during the onset of the disease. Finally, she died in the detention center." The tone was light, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"I have a hunch that the madness of the Mokavi family has nothing to do with the sanctimonious guys like Fan Zhuo."

"You are not the only one who has an idea in the past few hundred years." Weier's expression remained calm, and he was not at all surprised by Modassi's thoughts.

"Come on, let's go check it out."

"It's daytime now." Weier folded his arms leisurely, leaning against the bookshelf beside him.

"Sunshine, sunshine, the cage where vampires are imprisoned. If there is no layer of sunshine, this world will not be ruled by weak humans." Modasi, who had just got up, fell back on the sofa, "I don't know if there will be one tonight. moon."

"It's been sunny recently, there should be."

"With moonlight, it's not suitable to be a guest." Modasi smiled slyly.

The lights in the room turned on suddenly, and the sudden light blinded Song Nian's eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hand to block the light source.

"Ah, I almost forgot that you are more sensitive to light," Song Qiuyuan watched Song Nian's movements, "Is it better now?"

"It's all right. What time is it?"

"As the sun sets, it starts to get dark."

Song Nian, who escaped from Wenhai, felt a little nervous when facing the night.Although the world has been deviated to a certain extent due to his appearance, he cannot guarantee that Song Qiuyuan can avoid unknown death threats.I have met Modasi from the new force before. Although the latter's style of behavior comes from me, but fortunately, he is smart, and he and Fanzhuo have never seen each other. Song Nian is one of the few third parties in the vampire. Darcy had more or less scruples before making a move.The rest is Fanzhuo, who is still seeing the dragon but not the tail, which makes Song Nian feel extremely uncertain.