Chapter 115: The Name Hidden in the Files

Chapter 115: The Name Hidden in the Files

Inside a carriage at the corner of Böklund Street, Leonard Mitchell was discussing their current investigation target, Dawn Dantes, with two of his Red Gloves teammates.

“For the time being, I have not made direct contact with this gentleman. I have only investigated his servants and neighbors,” Cindy, whose hair was wine-red, began, introducing what she had gained. “It has been preliminarily confirmed that from last night until this morning, Dawn Dantes acted as usual. He entered his bedroom to sleep at eleven at night, and at half past seven in the morning, after washing up, he asked his personal valet to prepare his clothes. During that period, there were no movements and no abnormalities. Of course, sometimes he eats a late-night snack and does not end his day until after midnight. Sometimes he rises before seven to go out for a walk. But those are not the norm.”

Another Red Glove, Bob, nodded.

“From that perspective, there is no problem with Dawn Dantes.”

Leonard Mitchell, who sat in a somewhat casual posture, immediately smiled.

“But the reverse also holds true.

“According to the information currently gathered, the missing servant was probably replaced between 11:20 and 11:35 last night. The infiltrator entered Chanis Gate at six o’clock. We discovered the problem at 7:20, but did not find the target.

“In other words, during the period involved in the infiltration, Dawn Dantes was asleep the entire time. He has no alibi.”

“What you say… makes some sense…” Cindy looked at Leonard with slight surprise.

In her impression, although this teammate of hers often had judgments and questions that struck directly at the core of a problem, he rarely delivered such a long, logically rigorous explanation. He was more like a careless poet, only occasionally blessed with flashes of inspiration.

Bob, whose chin was rather sharp, frowned and shook his head.

“If so, then everyone on this list cannot be cleared of suspicion. None of them slept under someone else’s gaze. Even their wives or husbands would likewise have been asleep during that time.

“Also, I do not believe an infiltrator would be that bold. He had already entered Chanis Gate and successfully escaped, accomplishing something unbelievable, yet he still lingered nearby rather than abandoning his identity and leaving directly. Is that possible?

“The risk he would need to bear is incalculable, unless he is still planning something, or cannot bear to give up certain things. But what else can compare to infiltrating Chanis Gate? What can compare to those sealed artifacts, materials, and formulas?”

If I did not know beforehand that there is a problem with Dawn Dantes, I would probably make a similar judgment…

Leonard had long since prepared his wording. He crossed his right leg and said, “I am only explaining that we cannot eliminate Dawn Dantes as a suspect so simply.

“Besides, Captain Soest also said that the infiltrator may already have died behind Chanis Gate. Even if Dawn Dantes is connected to this matter, he is more likely to be playing the role of an accomplice.

“Mm… Don’t you think there are too many coincidences? He moved here less than two months ago, and the Church suffered an incident that might not happen even once in several centuries. Also, he truly has been going to Saint Samuel Cathedral too frequently. He had sufficient opportunities to figure out the corresponding situation.

“Also, during this period, a strange sewer explosion happened on Böklund Street.”

Cindy smoothed her wine-red hair and said, “You have convinced me. He should be a target we focus on.”

Bob tugged at the edge of the Red Glove on his left hand.

“There are indeed too many coincidences.

“But coincidence does not necessarily equal a problem. Even if Dawn Dantes went to church every day and listened to bishops preach, he could only grasp surface-level patterns. He could not obtain deeper intelligence, such as when the internal…