Moonlight Love Poem

I put roses in a vase.

Brian originally just came out to take me back, but he suddenly changed his mind and said that he might as well go to the Duke's Mansion with me, just to help me sort things out.

"Will your mentor agree?" I hesitated.

"It's okay, I'll go and talk to him, the teacher is very easy to talk to." Then, he asked me to wait for him for a while, saying that he was going to find the tutor, and he also brought the two bottles of perfume and tools with him.

I was waiting in front of the car, but Miss Cook, who also studied at Imperial First College, and a blond young man walked out of the door with a smile. In order to avoid embarrassment, I got into the carriage and watched them get into another carriage .

The blond-haired young man looked a little familiar, he was wearing expensive clothes, his status was not low, and there was a rain-like melancholy between his brows.

I watched their carriage drive away, and Brian came in with a lot of things, put them away and sat next to me.

"Let's go."

The carriage drove towards the Rose Duke's Mansion.

……

"That's the way it is. Now we have found this fake Duran. If I'm not wrong, he should be the murderer. I just don't know if his method of killing is related to that perfume." I finished speaking in one breath, a little Thirsty, I picked up the cup and took a sip.

"I will research it as soon as possible." Brian said again, "It's just that if this person is the maker of the perfume, then this incident will be over. If it's just a spreader, then there may be more things happening next." Such tragedies."

Of course I understood this truth and sighed deeply.

"I understand. I always feel that this matter is not that simple, but I hope that this matter can be simpler and that there will be no more accidents. The crown prince of the Eagle Empire will come to visit in a few days. No matter what, Mingmian God’s side is peaceful and peaceful.” I looked at the sky outside the window and thought it was getting late, so I told Brian to go to the guest room to rest.

Brian complied, and walked out following the butler who knocked on the door with his things.

Seeing him holding these things, thinking of his personality, I was afraid that he would conduct experiments overnight, and when he was about to enter the guest room, I chased him out several times and told him to take a good rest.

"What are you worried about?" Brian stopped and smiled, "Of course I will rest well."

"That's all right, good night, Brian."

Because Brian's assurance to me at night was so credible, when I saw him wearing only his nightgown, holding a few pieces of paper with writing in his hand, with a tired expression on his face, I was both shocked and moved. Some angry.

"It's a bit complicated, but I finally figured it out." He closed his eyes and handed over the paper in his hand. "This is the result, and there is indeed a problem."

I didn't know what to say, so I took the things over: "...Didn't you say you would take a good rest?"

"Then I see you are waiting anxiously." Brian opened his eyes and lowered his eyes to look at me, "I can't make you trust me for nothing."

He was so sleepy that he didn't stand upright, leaned towards me, and stood up straight again the next second.

Reducing the workload of several days to one night, I was exhausted after thinking about it. I couldn't express what it was like, so I put the paper on the table and went up to support him.

"Go to sleep for a while. I'll go to your mentor and tell you that I left you for something."

Brian leaned against me, resting his head on my neck, his voice a little tired.

"Anse, I'm dizzy." He whispered in my ear.

I even lowered my scolding voice, helped Brian lie on my bed, and took off his glasses for him: "Okay, it's good that you know. Rest. Brian, thank you."

After I covered him with the quilt, I went to close the curtains to block the sunlight from outside, and now the room is like evening.

I cautiously walked to the table and picked up the few pieces of paper. There were some messy handwriting, but it was not unclear.

"The hypnotic ingredient comes from psychedelia, a common herb.

But another part may have a nerve-manipulating effect, and the herb is not well-known. "

I simply read a line, and I was already a little shocked. I have never heard of nerve-manipulating herbs.

Gathering my mind, I wanted to continue watching, but this time Brian's slightly hoarse voice sounded from behind.

"...Anse."

I quickly put down the things in my hand, turned around and walked to the bed, leaned down and asked, "What's wrong?"

With his eyes still closed, he only said, "Come closer."

I did as I was told, and now my ears were almost close to his.

"...do you know who my mentor is?" he asked.

I was silent.

I really don't seem to know who his mentor was.

Not hearing my answer, he smiled lightly.

"I knew it."

"...Okay, tell me now."

He opened his eyes and turned his head slightly: "It's Mr. Carlo Douglas. When you go to him, don't pay attention to his jokes, just tell him directly.

"In addition, Your Excellency Douglas is a potion master, you can take the potion to him for identification."

"But I think you've done a good job."

"You can do better—be obedient, Anse." He pressed my hand on the quilt, "I know you trust me, but this is not easy to go wrong, you should see the first thing I wrote Sentence. I don’t know that kind of medicine, but the instructor may know. He knows a lot more than me, and it will be helpful for you to go to him.”

"Go," he let go, "be careful when investigating the case."

I pursed my lips, nodded, straightened up and went out.