Chapter 488 (2/2)

“I’m his shield…”

And then Summer fell asleep.

…

Early the next morning, she was woken up by Nightingale.

“Hurry up. We ought to go,” Nightingale said energetically.

“Yes…”

Summer struggled to get off the bed, put on her coat, and went downstairs with Nightingale. In the lobby, there was a tall man with brown hair pacing back and forth. When he saw them, he stepped forward and said with a bow, “Good morning. I’m Rene Medde, the Earl of the Elk Family. I’ve been waiting for you, you must be Lady Nightingale, and this is…”

“Summer, she’s my assistant.” Nightingale raised her head a little. ” She’s a witch, too.”

“Is that so?” He looked a little surprised but quickly nodded at Summer. “That’s great. The criminals will have nowhere to go if I get your help.”

“Where is your staff?”

“They’re all waiting outside the castle.”

“Very well. Ask them to wait a little while longer, I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”

“Of course, please take your time.”

Summer fixed her eyes on them until Nightingale turned into the dining room. She hurried to follow at her heels. “God, is this Sister Nightingale? She hadn’t seen Sister Nightingale so dignified and serious—No, not exactly. She’s so supercilious as if she were a noble.”

That’s definitely not something to be expected from a civilian.

Besides, the man is an Earl. In Valencia, the young Earl would be the perfect lover in every woman’s eyes. If I were Sister Nightingale, I’d be too nervous to say a word. But Sister Nightingale seemed not care about this and kept him waiting for her.

“Is this all right?” Summer asked with concerns.

“Take it easy. His Highness told me that a noble is just a title in his territory and even the Earl won’t devour you.” Nightingale smiled. “Besides, Security Bureau is superior to the City Hall and I’m his boss. Why can’t I make him wait for me?”

Summer felt the woman was suddenly beyond her reach.

After breakfast, they left the castle to investigate the scene of the murder. Last night, another victim died at home. This time, however, it was on the corner of North Street and West Street.

“It is the fourth one.” Nightingale frowned. “And the murderer is moving to the west.”

“It shows the killer realized the propagating effect of committing crimes only in a specific block was unsatisfactory,” Rene nodded. “After all, the Rats’ organization no longer exists.”

Walking not too far down a muddy alley, the leading police officer stopped at a tumble-down cabin. “Sir, it’s here.”

Summer walked into the cabin after Nightingale and her heart skipped a beat.

A man was lying on the floor with his neck cut open and his vital fluid everywhere. There was a crossed crown on the wall facing the door and the heavy, metallic smell of blood filled the room.

“Ugh…” She had to cover her mouth to prevent herself from throwing up.