Little Reed’s voice was very low.
However, for Jason, with his perception nearly four times that of an ordinary person, such whispers were no different from clear speech.
Similarly, Aunt Lym also heard it.
Her voice paused for a moment, then instantly returned to normal.
Then she gestured to Gerard with her eyes.
Gerard immediately nodded sternly in understanding.
After speaking to Jason, Gerard walked straight outside.
As the harbour master of Hans Port, even leaving a banquet was not a surprising matter.
“I’ve checked the entire courtyard, and there’s not a single clue.”
“Neither the maids nor the guards have noticed anything out of the ordinary.”
Young Reed furrowed his brow as he spoke.
Then, after a slight hesitation, the personal servant continued, “There was a note left in Princess Carol Klara’s temple—it reads, ‘Congratulations on your wedding.’”
Gerard’s expression changed instantly.
The harbor master’s eyes went cold at that moment.
He sensed provocation and malice.
And instinctively, he thought of one person.
His old friend, the descendent of the Duke of Aymodun.
Now, the ruler of the New Federation.
Clearly, it wasn’t only Gerard who had thought of this person; young Reed had, too.
After conveying these words to Gerard, the personal servant was already seething with rage.
“My lord, shall I have our spy do something in return, as a reply to that?”
Young Reed’s voice was laced with murderous intent.
To Reed, who had always followed and served Gerard, even though he was unfamiliar with Carol Klara, the Duke’s daughter was soon to be his young master’s fiancée.
And in a few days, she would become the young master’s official wife.
At that time, the Duke’s daughter would become the mistress of the harbor.
Yet at this juncture, the Duke’s daughter had been targeted for assassination.
This was akin to a slap across the face of the entire harbor.
It was not just a burning pain, but also a humiliation.
For Reed to remain calm was already him exercising great restraint.
But at a single command from Gerard, the personal servant wouldn’t mind setting off fireworks over Golsai.
After mulling it over with a furrowed brow, Gerard shook his head.
Then, Gerard’s gaze turned to Jason.
At this moment, Jason had noticed even more that was amiss.
An assassination followed by a provocative note?
It seemed designed to enrage Gerard, but such an effect was far less infuriating than a plain death.
Would that ruler of the Federation behave in such a manner?
Jason harbored doubts as he met Gerard’s gaze.
He saw similar uncertainty in the other’s eyes.
Obviously, the harbor master too had detected something wrong.
“Speed it up, let’s go have a look at the scene.”
“Call up an extra troop of guards, send them to 111 Duron Street.”
Young Reed nodded, then darted out of the carriage to start making arrangements.
As the additional guards were stationed outside 111 Duron Street, two carriages pulled up outside the duke’s daughter’s courtyard.
This was a secluded courtyard.
It was surrounded by a wall, and from outside the wall, one could see the two-story building.
It was all white, and Dennise looked at it curiously.
She had never noticed this place on her previous jaunts.
Jason also surveyed the surroundings.
However, unlike Dennise’s simple curiosity, the doubts in his eyes deepened.
This place lay in the depths of 111 Duron Street.
To reach here from outside would mean passing through layers of guards.
An unqualified assassin wouldn’t stand a chance of breaching such defenses.
Young Reed, walking at the front, was explaining the origins of the courtyard.
“After the incident with the Ritual Summoning was investigated, Princess Carol Klara was temporarily housed here—this is where Lord Hans and Mister Hans resided after their marriage.”
As Gerard’s cousin who had already proven himself, facing Jason, the personal servant did not hold back from revealing more.
Jason nodded, following Gerard into the courtyard.
Dennise followed behind them.