Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 647 - The Unusual Client
Chapter 647: Chapter 647: The Unusual Client
Chapter 647: Chapter 647: The Unusual Client
Seeing that Shard indeed did not inquire further about the will, the maid sighed with relief:
“I have been working here for over a decade and am quite familiar with the affairs of this street.”
“Does Miss Black often appear here?”
“No, she just comes here on vacation every summer. I don’t know what exactly her job is, but she’s very wealthy and sometimes discusses antiquities with Mr. Pasolo, so she is familiar with us. She really is a learned lady.”
“Hmm?”
Shard raised an eyebrow. Detective Sparrow’s records clearly stated that both Miss White and Miss Black were residents of Tobesk.
“So, do you know her sister, Miss White?”
“Yes, I know of her, but only that much. In my first or second year here, Miss White would bring Miss Black, who was only eight or nine years old at the time…”
“Wait a minute!”
Shard interrupted her, somewhat surprised:
“Are you saying that Miss Black and Miss White are not the same age?”
Detective Sparrow’s records clearly stated the two were twin sisters.
“Yes.”
The maid was surprised by Shard’s astonishment, while Tifa looked at him curiously.
“Miss Black is about ten years older than Miss White, and she is also a very wealthy and knowledgeable lady who often came here for vacation in the summers, but that was many years ago. Miss White passed away when it was…”
The maid frowned slightly, recalling the past:
“This year is 1853, yes, just last year was the tenth anniversary, Miss White passed away in the autumn of 1842, I remember it clearly because that year this house was just getting its new gas lamps installed. My husband and I, it was in the following spring that we wrote to Midshire Fort to inquire about Miss White, only then did we learn of this. My husband lamented for a long time… But now that I think about it, Miss Black whom I saw this summer resembles Miss White back in the day. However, Miss Black likes to wear black dresses, while Miss White preferred white ones.”
Shard was even more surprised. Detective Sparrow had no reason to lie about this matter, so who exactly was the “Miss White” Mr. Sparrow had met? There were now substantial doubts:
“Writing to Midshire Fort to inquire… I never imagined that out of the four tasks left by Detective Sparrow, only Mia Cat’s was a normal commission.”
Shard wanted to learn more about Miss Black and the already deceased Miss White, but the maid shook her head slightly; after all, she was just a maid and could not provide more information.
Shard nodded slowly, then Tifa asked softly:
“Are White and Black surnames or given names? I noticed that you keep using these designations.”
She also found it odd for sisters to have different surnames, so she thought these were given names.
“They are surnames.”
Shard said, recalling the contents of the commission:
“The missing Miss Black that needs to be found, her full name is Helen Black.”
Of course, Detective Sparrow needed the full name to find someone, but in the commission document, the commissioner’s name was not mentioned; even the signed contract only had the “White” surname stamped on it, without any given name.
“However, Helen?”
This name was very common, even in this era, but Shard suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.
Both ladies noticed the astonished expression on his face. Shard hesitated:
“May I ask, what is the full name of Miss White who died eleven years ago?”
“I know that, I’ve mailed letters to her, that was over a decade ago, her full name is…”
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The maid frowned, trying to remember, while Shard asked incredulously:
“It couldn’t be Grace, could it? Grace White.”
“Oh, yes, it’s been so long, I had almost forgotten that name.”
The maid nodded immediately.
Shard looked at Tifa in disbelief. Tifa was puzzled but did not ask for his thoughts. Shard then gazed out the window toward the foggy Tobesk, and for a moment, he could hardly distinguish the era.
[This is a sign of losing control.]
“She” whispered softly in his ear, and Shard, for some reason, recalled the scene in front of the Gate of Death where her arms embraced his neck:
“Am I not the one who knows best whether you’ve lost control?”
Shard questioned in his heart.
“It is indeed their name, and they also said that to demonstrate their determination to separate from the family, they would abandon their original surnames. Could my clients be… them?”
[Isn’t everything now just speculation?]
“Yes.”
Shard nodded:
“I originally thought that the fourth Time Key would not link ‘now’ and ‘past’ together, yet this situation still arises… But how could this be possible? Did not God personally say that they all had died?”
[Outlander, since you consider yourself an observer, there must be a reason why Tree Father lets an “observer” like you witness the past stories.]
“So every key must be connected to the present?”
[Unable to answer.]
“Yes.”
Shard pursed his lips, his expression of astonishment faded, and a smile reappeared:
“That’s good, the banquet indeed continues, and I still have the chance to understand their story. Really nice, yes, quite nice. I, this Outlander, have always been witnessing various stories, haven’t I? And this story is about to get even more interesting.”
With the transaction settled, and with the help of Mr. Pasolo, who wore glasses, Shard moved the antiques to the carriage waiting outside. However, he did not leave the street immediately but instead walked along with Tifa toward the other end of the street, wanting to ask some questions to the elderly man who had walked his dog and handed Miss Black’s letter to him last time.
“However, that maid named Lina, she was partly lying just now,”
Shard suddenly said, thinking, while Tifa did not walk alongside him but fell a step behind:
“Yes, I also noticed she was lying. It was too obvious. Whenever we mentioned the will, she would become very nervous. There might be more issues with the inheritance.”
The carriage followed behind them, and since the destination was only half a street away from the Pasolo family, Shard wanted to walk and think:
“But it doesn’t matter, Simir Pasolo just died two days ago, and the body has been embalmed, so I can conduct a necromancy to ask him.”
A smile appeared on Tifa’s face:
“Are you going to dig up his grave?”
“Oh, Tifa, don’t you think of doing this?”
Shard looked at the dark-haired girl:
“That Stone Figurine is in the graveyard, and although I’m reluctant to disturb The Deceased, it is necessary. As compensation, we can help him deal with the will and even supervise the fair distribution of the inheritance. If the necromancy is successful, then apologizing face-to-face is also possible.”
That was Shard’s thought.
“I always thought you were a knight in the traditional sense.”
Tifa said.
“Knight?”
Shard laughed:
“I am both a detective and a knight.”
