Did Calon commit suicide? Did he leave a will naming me as the person who pressured him to sell his shares? Can his family provide any evidence to back this up? While listening to the lead officer's account, Caine absorbed the details and formed one question after another in his mind. Once he fully understood what had transpired, his first thought was: Baron Sindras had acted! After failing to secure cooperation, this prominent banker launched his subsequent actions with the determination of a foe—without any hesitation or reservation. He clearly gathered sufficient intelligence, knowing that Dautin Tangates had ties with the Night Church and that he, in turn, had connections with Senator Mahet and his allies. A direct confrontation might have brought unwelcome complications. Therefore, he chose Calon as a strategic entry point—indirect, safer, yet equally ruthless and sharp. This completely disregards the lives of ordinary people... Caine suddenly recalled the innocent victims who had fallen during the Beckland smog crisis, and a surge of anger rose within him, bubbling up, cold and unyielding. Using the "clown's" ability to control his facial expression, he maintained a look of genuine astonishment, as though he hadn't quite understood, and asked, "Are you certain this isn't just a joke?" The lead officer nodded seriously. "Unless we have solid evidence, we wouldn't disturb a gentleman like you. Mr. D'Artagnan, could you please come with us to the police station for a brief investigation?" Klein, whose surface demeanor remained calm and composed, was about to respond when he suddenly noticed a logical inconsistency: Regardless of the circumstances, in the current realm of Run, murder was a serious offense. As a baron of considerable status, influence, and network, Sindras had at least dozens of effective means at his disposal to target a wealthy outsider who had only recently arrived in Beckland—there was no need to escalate matters to this extent. One would assume that someone of his social standing, at the very least, would be familiar with or have access to certain extraordinary powers and would clearly understand that there were countless remarkable methods available to uncover the true culprit. Unless he were absolutely certain, resorting to the risk of killing someone and framing them would be the very last resort. If Sindras could leverage his influence to suppress the official investigation by the extraordinary beings, he would surely have found even more effective and simpler alternatives! Even if he didn't yet fully understand my impending collaboration with the military, he surely knew about my connections with the Church of Night and with Senator Machet—so why act so bluntly? Most importantly, if he could hire someone to kill for just 3% of shares, why hadn't he done it earlier? Why not have turned his gun directly on Caron right away and settled everything smoothly? Klein glanced thoughtfully at the several officers across the table, hesitating before responding. She hadn't expected the business disputes to escalate into a case seemingly involving a wrongful accusation of murder, with her anticipated adversaries shifting from the intruders and assassins to the very police officers. Now, she was at a loss as to how to proceed. Walter was equally at a loss: "Normally, a bodyguard only deals with unlawful intruders. "But… the compensation they're offering is quite substantial." Forthright was both astonished and amused, so she asked: "If he's actually imprisoned, do you really intend to stage a prison breakout? Let alone the risks involved, you'd then be wanted yourself—unable to continue as a bounty hunter. Where would you go, then, and what would you do together with this gentleman?" As she spoke, formulating a narrative in her mind, she noticed a change in Donatien de Thésée. The dignified, silver-haired gentleman turned his head toward the butler, speaking calmly and steadily: "Two matters, first—let me visit Baron Sindras and inform him that someone is attempting to frame him." Walter, the butler, rarely showed such astonishment and confusion, finding it hard to understand why the employer had given such instructions. In his view, the matter was very likely being quietly advanced by Baron Sindralas, and visiting him would serve no purpose but bring dishonor. Cray smiled and said, "Baron Sindralas has only recently come to visit us. When he threatened me with those three percent shares, Mr. Karon suffered an unfortunate incident. It's hard not to suspect him. I believe it's necessary to remind him of this—this is the very mark of a gentleman's grace." Several officers listened with growing admiration, sensing that the situation might be more complex than they had first imagined. Walter, meanwhile, seemed to suddenly grasp the point and immediately replied, "Very well, sir. I will visit Baron Sindralas right away and inform you and his friends of this matter." Thus, if it weren't for Baron Sindras, the subsequent complications would fall squarely on his shoulders. If it truly were his behind-the-scenes maneuvering—using the guise of kindly reminders to draw him in, then spreading the word to generate sufficient public pressure—making the efforts of members like Senator Mahert's "rescue" efforts much simpler. Clever indeed. A good steward is truly a relief. Klein murmured under his breath, then continued: "The second matter—please have my lawyer come in to handle this little matter." After delegating the tasks to his butler and personal servant, Klein turned to the officers across the table: "Alright, I'll be going back to the station with you—no trouble at all. "However, until my lawyer arrives, I won't answer any of your questions." The lead officer exhaled in relief and nodded: "Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Tang-Taise." At that moment, in the adjacent study, Folshe hurried in: "Shall we follow?" "Yes. I'll hide beneath the carriage now and follow them to the police station—we can't guarantee that those officers are genuine," Hugh replied cautiously. He paused, seizing the moment to ask, "Do you have anything else you'd like to say?" He repeated these points over and over, remaining completely unaware of everything else, leaving the officer across the table with no clear breakthrough until he was finally called out. A while later, the officer who had been taking his statement returned and said, "All right, you may now leave. A distinguished gentleman has guaranteed your appearance and paid the bond." Klein didn't rise immediately. He remained seated, looking up and asking, "Who?" The officer immediately adopted a tone of deep respect. "Lord Sindras." Klein smiled slightly, rose slowly, and, accompanied by the lawyer, walked out of the interrogation room to meet the butler and his personal servant. At the police station entrance, he once again encountered Lord Sindras. The banking magnate's hair remained neatly combed, with silver and black strands interwoven. Standing beside him were his personal servant and a burly bodyguard. "Thank you for your prompt reminder, Tang-Taise. Few people remain as calm and perceptive under sudden circumstances as you do." Sin'dras smiled and took two steps forward, extending his palm to shake with Caine. Caine responded with a smile: "I simply trust your character." Of course, Baron Sin'dras didn't believe his politeness; he found an excuse and, with his bodyguards, boarded Dame Donatelle Thantès' carriage. As for the personal servant, he sent him off to his own luxurious carriage to ensure the coachman followed closely behind. "He had only casually asked this, with no expectation of receiving an answer. Yet Baron Sindralas smiled and said, 'By now, it's no longer necessary to keep it confidential. Simply put, you've always wanted to enter the upper circles, haven't you? I intend to invite several girls of different ages, and in various social settings, have them accuse you of manipulating their emotions and bodies—of being unfaithful and unwilling to take responsibility. If needed, I'll even bring in some younger girls to embrace your legs and call you 'Dad,' or have some commoners file complaints against you for seducing their wives and disrupting their marriages. ' 'In Roon, the social atmosphere is more conservative—few people would be willing to make you a friend. Likewise, the Night Church, which values marriage and family, will naturally grow distant from you. ' 'This situation is hard to resolve, yet not serious enough to warrant their active intervention. They won't mobilize their own resources to investigate your side. By the time you finally uncover a flaw, the established image will have already taken root. Do you think there will still be many people willing to believe your defense?' You're just a newcomer, haven't built up enough credibility yet, not quite trustworthy. "Of course, if you're willing to accept my terms, I'll vouch for you with my reputation. That's the first step—right now, however, it won't happen." Kline listened, nearly stunned, feeling far more inexperienced compared to such a seasoned banker who was steadily building his commercial empire. "I think I should say thank you," he replied calmly with a smile, then added, "As for the second point—if you absolutely insist on securing those three percent shares, with your financial strength, I simply can't compete with you. In that case, pressing Mr. Karlon now would be better than having to eliminate him later." Baron Sindralis raised his right hand, rested his finger on his temple, and chuckled: "No, you're mistaken—I absolutely must secure those three percent shares." "However, you're also right about one thing—I have indeed prepared an offer for Carlon that no one could possibly refuse. Yet, he suddenly decided to move swiftly and finalize the deal with you, leaving me completely unprepared." Kaine's eyes narrowed, and he fell suddenly silent. ........ Upon returning to 160 Berkland Street, Hugh circled around, re-entered the building from the third floor, and spotted Fotheringham entering calmly. "How's it going? Nothing untoward, I hope?" Fotheringham asked curiously, having previously stayed at a distance. Hugh shook his head slightly, expression reserved. "Nothing." She then offered a reflective expression. "The nobility and the wealthy truly are terrifying."