The 56-year-old Findelter had served two masters in total.
The first was a man nad Edward, unfortunately, this gentleman’s business failed, and he was unable to pay Findelter’s remuneration. After nearly 30 years of partnership, they amicably dissolved their contract.
The second was Emod.
This bastard was hired through a referral to Findelter two years ago.
It was also during these two years that Emod’s above-board business beca quite prosperous.
Many people were speculating that this had to do with the help of the old butler.
And within the dossier in Davide’s hands, there was confirmation of this.
Possessing 30 years of experience serving that "Edward," Findelter had not only accumulated a vast network of contacts but also possessed a remarkable business acun. His investnt advice for Emod often reaped significant rewards.
Therefore, Emod trusted the old butler even more.
So, Davide was certain that this old butler must know sothing they didn’t—the "secrets of Emod."
The more this was the case, the more Davide exhibited relaxation and goodwill.
The middle-aged Chief of Police didn’t look up, continuing to flip through the dossier in his hands, the praise from his mouth never ceased.
"You are truly impressive!"
"Just in 8 years, graduated from ’Butler Academy’ at the age of 24. As I understand, it usually takes at least 10 years to graduate from there."
"Your first employer was extrely satisfied with you."
"Diligent, responsible, almost every year you received the sa excellent evaluations."
"Your second employer... well, he couldn’t praise you enough, considering you reliable and a butler who could inherit the responsibility of managing major affairs."
The praise from the middle-aged Chief of Police didn’t elicit any response from the old butler.
The Chief of Police didn’t seem to care whether there was a response or not, he just kept talking to himself.
Ti ticked by, second by second.
Davide seed to have t an old friend he could reminisce with.
His speech never stopped, save for when he poured water for himself and the old butler, and he even had soone cook two packets of instant noodles.
"Sorry, there isn’t much to offer you."
The middle-aged Chief of Police held up the instant noodles, with a genuine look of apology on his face.
"It’s more than enough."
"Thank you."
This ti, the old butler replied again.
And this ti, he added one more sentence.
The middle-aged Chief of Police smiled inwardly.
Everything was under his control.
In the next room, Assistant Hunter, watching all this through one-way glass, also breathed a sigh of relief.
He could tell that the old butler’s attitude was softening.
A few more sessions and they would surely get what they wanted.
But just then—
Knock, knock, knock.
The door to the interrogation room was knocked on.
Unlike the Chief of Police, the knocker waited quietly instead of entering imdiately after knocking.
"Co in."
The Chief of Police frowned, but quickly switched back to a smile.
The door opened.
A man dressed identical to Findelter walked in.
Compared to Findelter, this man was a bit older.
But still upright, his steps consistent as he moved, his completely white hair ticulously combed back, and a neatly folded white handkerchief peeking from the pocket over his chest. řἁɴȏΒÈṩ
However, what caught the middle-aged Chief of Police’s attention the most was the paper order the man carried.
A release order.
It was signed by the chief of police to release Findelter.
"Chief Davide, good evening."
The elder first bowed, then handed the order to the middle-aged Chief of Police.
Having already glimpsed the release order, the Chief of Police took the order with an unchanged expression, then, with a smile, stepped aside to indicate that they were free to leave at any ti.
"Thank you."
The old butler stood up from his chair and thanked the Chief of Police again as he passed by him.
Davide imdiately responded with a smile, then watched as the two left.
When the figures of the two disappeared at the end of the corridor, Assistant Hunter in the observation room could not hold back any longer.
"Chief, are we just letting them go like this?"
The young man inquired.
"With an order from the chief of police, we can’t keep anyone here!"
"And furthermore..."
"Things seem to have beco even more interesting."
Davide’s smile grew even brighter.
"Interesting?"
The young man was taken aback.
"That man, the one who ca with the order from the chief, is Dodd’s butler."
Davide said softly.
"Dodd?"
"Which Dodd?"
The young man looked incredulously at Davide.
Davide didn’t answer, just nodded his head.
And in the eyes of the middle-aged Chief of Police, a chill erged.
...
Outside the police station, inside an ordinary sedan, Findelter sat in the passenger seat.
The butler of the Speaker of the Cherry City Council was in the driver’s seat and started the car.
The car slowly left the police station, and after passing through a block, it started to accelerate.
Only when they reached a secluded area of Cherry City did the car finally stop.
"What on earth did you do?"
The mont the car stopped, Pang’er demanded.
The Speaker’s butler seed extrely angry, not only glaring at Findelter with wide eyes, his facial muscles twitching as he shouted after asking his question, "Do you realize what you’ve done?"
"I didn’t dissuade Mr. Emod."
"I knew it would be dangerous for him to go back, but I didn’t dissuade him."
The old butler hung his head in sha.
"Why?"
"Why wouldn’t you remind him?"
"Why didn’t you fulfill your duty as a butler?"
The interrogation continued.
"I, I..."
The old butler opened his mouth, stamring slightly.
Then he took a deep breath and said directly:
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