Because there were too many people arrested. Even if Fika Jones only arrested those on the list for the sake of the so-called overall situation, the total number of suspects exceeded 300. The prison did have space to accommodate so many people, but there were not so many people to interrogate them at once.
Not to mention that some of them have mental problems, which makes the interrogation more difficult.
That's why Hitzfeld was so anxious to get Casimir out.
Interrogation... She also wanted to watch, because she believed that there must be many important clues hidden in the confessions of these people. And Xia Yibing insisted on following her to provide protection, so she had to find another trustworthy person to host the salon.
It's all about buying time.
"Don't be so pessimistic."
Seeing her serious expression, Casimir raised his voice and said, "I am known as the 'Nightmare of Fate'. I have encountered worse situations than this before, and I was able to turn danger into safety every time."
"...Is that so." In a dry tone.
"Yes, it is."
"Oh."
Seeing that Hitzfeld still looked indifferent, Casimir raised his eyebrows.
"Aisun~"
“Ah… huh?
"You've always been curious about why I knew Robert was dead even though I didn't go into the room and see it with my own eyes. Let me tell you, it's all because -"
"Casimir!" A roar came from the side, followed by the shadow cast by Xiaomila Karl's tall figure.
"Why are you here?"
"You guys chat, I'll check the interrogation records." Hitzfeld slipped away decisively.
Casimir's "fruit addiction" is still there, and the act of bringing him in is definitely not in compliance with procedures. Although the prison guard cooperated, she did not report it to Carl at all.
"Remember to collect as much information as possible." Xia Yibing gave an additional reminder and followed the girl away.
Carl stared blankly at them as they drove away, then turned around and stared at Casimir with an oppressive look.
"I'm going to host the party."
Casimir coughed and adjusted his tie with his fingers raised.
"There's no time to explain. Wait for me here for a while."
……
On the second floor of the hotel, in the salon venue that had been cleared in advance, a group of people dressed in fancy clothes were already staring at the clock and talking in low voices.
"Mrs. Pound."
"Mr. Selborne."
"Mr. Calero is here too."
"Well...after all, I'm curious if he really has a painting of Sirloin."
They gathered in groups of three or five, forming independent circles.
There was only one middle-aged man in a dark suit sitting in the corner, watching their conversation coldly.
His name is Mummer Everett, he is 45 years old and is the president of the Cape Business Alliance's branch in South Xinze.
The Cape Merchant Alliance can be considered the largest local business consortium, thanks to the vision of the ancestors of the Everey family, who made investments when Sara was just founded and had not yet begun to recover the southern wastelands.
and so……
Mummer-Everett.
Since his last name was Everett, it was enough to show his noble status.
Ding ding ding ding~
There was a crisp sound coming from the door, and everyone looked up to see a young man in a pure white suit and a pink bow tie walking to the front desk.
"is it him……"
"should."
"He looks good..."
"His bodyguard is so tall and strong..."
"Don't talk nonsense! That person is obviously... Lord Karl!"
"..."
Listening to those messy discussions, Karl suddenly regretted making this last-minute decision.
Casimir didn't feel any discomfort.
Although he didn't look like he was very experienced, this man seemed to be born with a certain talent and affinity.
With just a few words, he attracted people's attention.
He made another playful move and there was laughter from the audience.
“This is a true aristocrat.”
Staring at the smiling brown-haired young man, Mummer Everett suddenly made a comment.
"But Master."
An old man dressed as a butler next to him continued.
"According to the information we have investigated, his name is De Casimir, and he is a high-ranking agent from Wayne."
"I will never make a mistake, Ruel."
Everett grinned.
“Even if some people forget their own names, the influence and temperament they have experienced since childhood will not be buried by time.”
"Then we can raise our hopes a little higher."
The old man raised his eyebrows.
"I hope they can really come up with Sirloin's painting."
Chapter 59: Salon 3
Casimir was actually quite panicked.
He really had no experience in hosting a salon and didn't even know the people there.
The reason why the atmosphere on the scene can be maintained so well is entirely due to his eloquence and infectiousness.
Of course, if Carl, who plays the guest role of bodyguard, were to comment, he would definitely say that it was because he was too shameless.
This level of heat should be enough.
Casimier noticed that a face in the crowd began to frown very secretly, and he immediately knew what was going on.
That's it.
It's annoying to talk about it anymore.
"Let's put the fun things aside for now!" He changed the subject, slightly moved sideways, raised his hand and signaled the servant to open the curtain behind.
“Please enjoy the painting The Tree of Life left by the most mysterious and tragic young artist of this century, Blake Sharon!”
Hua Hua——
As soon as they saw the main topic coming, everyone immediately became excited.
As the curtain opened, a medium-sized oil painting wrapped in a red ironwood frame finally revealed its charm to everyone.
"Oh……"
"This is the work left by Master Sharon..."
“This brushstroke, this color…oh my god…”
"It is indeed Blake Sharon's signature. Unbelievable. Everything Mr. Casilla said is true!"
Casillas is Casimir's alias.
As for the name of the painting "Tree of Life"...
He just made it up.
Damn Aisuen, he didn’t even tell me the name of this painting until he left!
Seeing that the nobles and wealthy people were completely attracted by the paintings and were rushing forward enthusiastically with magnifying glasses in hand, Casimir finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I was smart, otherwise I would have been tricked by her.
"Mr. Casilla."
At this moment, a deep, rich, masculine voice came from behind.
Casimir turned around and saw a man in a dark black suit nodding and smiling at him.
"My name is Mummer, Mummer-Everett. I believe you should know me, because I am indeed very different from those nouveau riche."
Mummer-Everett.
A member of the Everett family?
Casimir noticed that there was an old butler following him, and he quickly searched his mind for information about the Everey family, matching the portraits of its main family members with the man in front of him one by one, and was basically sure that he was real.
Oh……
Then he is indeed qualified to call others nouveau riche.
The Everett family has a very long history, and is at the same level as the Larence family.
Even more mysterious than the Larence family.
At the beginning of the founding of Sara, the Everey family made great efforts in the development of the southern wasteland.
As a return on investment, in 1984, at least % of the cargo ships in today's Nanxinze Port belonged to the Everey family.
It belongs to the Everey family, not the Cape Merchant Alliance.
Including the Cape Business Alliance they lead, it is no exaggeration to say that they are the overlords of the southern route.
So in the eyes of such a family, aren't all others, any latecomers, anyone who establishes power in the south after them, nouveau riche?
"I want to buy The Tree of Life," Everett said bluntly, "Please name a price, Casillas."
"I can't make the decision on this matter..."
"This is a gold bank check for 200 million Sera." Everett took out his wallet and pulled out a bill.
"There are three more Shandli sapphires in this box, each weighing about 3 grams... The color quality is very good, and you can sell them for more than 100 million in any gold shop or pawn shop."
"Thank you for your consideration, but——"
"If it's not enough, add this." Everett took out another bunch of keys.
"This one is the Duke of Keno, and this one is the Skyfield. I just bought the Duke of Keno in the second half of the year. It was specially made by the factory and I've only been using it for more than a month. The ordinary Keno Lion is 2, and the Duke of Keno... I think it's discounted to 11. As for the Skyfield, it's hard to calculate. If you believe me, this ship is worth at least 20 Sera."
Carl, who was standing next to him, was stunned by this output.
Skyfield...
Is he talking about the largest cruise ship ever built by Field Shipyard, Skyfield?
"That's all I brought."
Everett's next words nearly made Carl faint.
"After all, I didn't expect... um... you guys could actually come up with The Tree of Life."
So if I give you time to prepare, you can go even further, right?
Even Casimir couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
but--
and many more.
"Is this thing really called The Tree of Life?"
"of course."
