"Is it his grain storage?"
Louis just felt a chill in his heart.
In an instant, a thread connected in his mind.
The never-solved Imperial Capital explosion case in his past life.
The dust explosion accident.
The grain storage background of Marquis York.
Marquis York, "accidentally" poisoned at this week's banquet.
…
Still lacking a bit of extra information.
This part of the information he needed to find out himself.
He calmed his emotions.
"First, deal with the matter over there with my doppelganger."
He looked at Beatrice and said:
"Beatrice, could you help me prepare another set of clothes?"
"Hmm?"
Beatrice rarely heard Louis proactively request things, nodded and said:
"What kind do you want?"
Louis pondered for a moment.
He picked up a piece of parchment from the table and started sketching some designs.
It was the three-piece peak lapel suit he had to invest in during his past life for accompanying bosses to events.
