The opened box mainly contained some clothes of decent fabric, with a few books inside, a small silver wine bottle, a pocket watch and a few black and white photos on the side. The photo was Jonathan Le Mel.

This was the first time Shad had seen a photo of the dead crew.

The lawyer introduced:

"Mr. Le Maire hoped that if he died of illness and left a body, then Mrs. Le Maire, who received the inheritance, would arrange for his funeral. If he died in a shipwreck without a body, then Mrs. Le Maire, who received her inheritance, would need Buy a local grave, bury the photo, and make sure his soul isn't lost in the ocean."

This is a superstition of sailors, who believe that if there is no grave after death, then the soul will be permanently trapped with the body at the bottom of the sea.

"no problem."

Mrs. Lemaire's eyes were a little red, and Xia De started to help check the relics again. He just looked through the clothes, and to his surprise, Jonathan Lemaire actually had the habit of writing a diary every now and then. There were five diaries, and each page was densely packed with trivial matters at sea.

"Jonathan Lemaire's education level is surprisingly good."

Xia De whispered in surprise, the font in the diary is much better than his, and it is very organized, and there are very few misspelled words.

"Uncle Le Maire used to study, and then he offended the local sheriff, so he went to the seaside to make a living. He is a very nice person, and he even read story books to us when we were young."

Mrs. Lemaire explained with some sobs.

"Yes, for this business, I have exchanged several letters with the friend of Mr. Le Maire who kept the will. According to his description, Mr. Jonathan Le Maire is a rare and well-educated member of the crew. People. It is also because of this that he was able to accumulate so much property in Lengshui Harbor as a foreigner in just ten years. His friends spoke highly of him."

While the lawyer was talking, Xia De had already opened those diaries. The diary that recorded the events of the last few months was buried under the sea with Mr. Le Maire, and the latest diary that appeared here was also half a year ago.

In the process of flipping through the pages, Xia De discovered that in addition to the Delarion language, there were also Kasenric words mixed in it. Even, occasionally, some more partial languages, even ancient languages, will appear.

After translating the text written in the gap, the meaning is probably:

[Today is the third month of becoming a Ring Warlock, I decided to rent a small house in Lengshui Harbor to hide spell-casting materials and books...]

Xia De closed the diary with a bang, his expression didn't change, but the hand holding the diary subconsciously exerted force.

Le Maire was a Ring Warlock, and he himself didn't even disclose it to the warehouse dispatcher who was doing illegal business with him, and he didn't see any items related to the Ring Warlock in the inheritance in front of him.

The date of the diary I just saw was two years ago, that is, the autumn of 1851 in the common calendar. If the diary is not forged, and Mr. Lemaire's safe house is still in place, then it means that there is an unowned ring warlock's relic in a certain house in Coldwater Harbor City.

Ring Warlock must be organized, but there is a high probability that the safe room where personal items are stored will not be disclosed to others, that is to say...

Xia De has another reason to go to Lengshuigang City.

"There is no problem with these."

After stabilizing his mood, he put the diary back in the box, and Xia De nodded to Mrs. Lemaire.

"All the inheritance that needs to be handed over is here. Please confirm again. If there is no problem, please sign this document to confirm that you have received all the contents in the above list."

The lawyer handed over another document and added:

"Of course, you can also press your fingerprints."

"I can write my own name."

The middle-aged woman said in a low voice.

Xia De helped to read the documents that needed to be signed. While reading the lawyer, he explained the content that could easily cause misunderstanding. After confirming that there was no problem, Mrs. Lemaire took the pen and signed her name with the pen in an awkward posture, confirming that all the inheritance had been accepted.

She probably didn't write very often, and her letters were uglier than Shad's.

"The last is the lawyer's fee, according to the way we have negotiated. Part of it will be paid directly by you to the Tobesk Bar Association, and the other part will be paid directly to me, 1 pound and 3 shillings...to facilitate tax avoidance."

Lawyer Laurel nodded shyly, and Mrs. Lemaire took out some banknotes from the banknotes in front of her and handed them to him.

The lawyer looked at Xia De again, and seeing that he was sitting there without moving, he knew that this middle-aged woman who suddenly acquired a large amount of property must have promised a lot in return to make the detective so dedicated. Although curious about the detective's income from this business, he still grabbed the coat on the back of the chair and said goodbye with professional ethics:

"Mrs. Lemaire, you have my contact information. Detective, here is my business card. If you have legal needs in the future, you can contact me directly. Don't go through the Bar Association, the group of vampires is too high. ...Oh, this is not considered private work."

When he said the second half of the sentence, he still blinked at Xia De, who nodded knowingly, knowing that the local lawyer industry is not as free as the detective industry.

Afterwards, Xia De also handed out his business card.

Lawyer Laurel took it, glanced at it and raised his head in surprise:

"I just said that the last time I read the newspaper~lightnovelpub.net~ I found that photo very familiar, and Hamilton's surname, so you are in the newspaper..."

He smiled a little, and didn't say the title of "Rejard's Hamilton":

"So, Mrs. Lemaire, you have found the right person. This Hamilton detective is indeed very reliable."

After speaking to the somewhat puzzled middle-aged woman, he put his business card between his fingers and put it in his white shirt breast pocket:

"Detective Hamilton of Saint Teresa Square, I have accepted the business card. If I encounter a client in trouble in the future, I may ask you for help. After all, there is a high possibility that detectives and lawyers will cooperate."

After shaking hands with Xia De, and then politely bid farewell to Mrs. Lemaire, she carried the briefcase, put the coat on her arm, and left here quite elegantly. This look is not at all the same as the Rhodes player when we met in the tavern last time.

Maybe people will be addicted to Rhodes Cards, but there are not a few people who can reasonably control their desires. In this noisy and crazy age, Rhodes brand, alcohol, cigarettes, and maybe more things are tempting people to deviate from the normal life track, but even ordinary people can rely on good self-discipline and habits to keep themselves from getting sick. swallowed by darkness.

Probably this kind of person is worthy of a decent and prosperous life.

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