The Shadow of Great Britain-Chapter 630 - 311 More and More Doubts Over Liverpool’s Skies_4

For such a gentleman, Fiona certainly did not skimp on pulling out her seasoned acting skills, her large eyes seemingly flickering with tears.

Fiona revealed a faint, courteous smile tinged with sorrow through her sickly pallor, "May God bless you, not to end up like my husband, sir."

Having spoken, Fiona entered the hotel with the support of her maid by her side.

Schneider watched her disappearing back as she vanished down the corridor until she was out of sight, then he let out a frivolous whistle.

"A widow... Ladies who have just lost their husbands always possess a certain unusual allure. If her husband had left her a rich inheritance, she would certainly become even more sought after... No, no, what are you thinking, Schneider? Keep a cool head; your efforts so far have not been to find a shortcut like a sheep’s path. However... on the other hand, could it be that shortcuts can be smoother than the main roads?"

There would be birds singing, flowers fragrancing, the ladies’ colorful little skirts, and hefty inheritances. Ah... better leave it, I shouldn’t dream those impractical dreams. Face it, Schneider, you don’t have that destiny, nor the external conditions. Don’t you want it? You just don’t have the ability! Don’t waste energy on things without results, your goal is right in front of you!"

Schneider muttered to himself to stay motivated, but he didn’t notice the nearly imperceptible weight on his shoulder that had arrived, the arm of the Red Devil.

Agares nodded, "Right, right, that’s true, buddy. It’s not easy to know oneself. What did Arthur say again? If you don’t have the big drill, don’t take on the porcelain job. In my opinion, the ladies’ work is the same. It’s not an easy business. Hmm... Wait, is that what that kid Arthur said? Never mind, whatever, the meaning is the same."

As the Red Devil spoke lewdly, Schneider, who was about to leave the hotel, suddenly stopped.

He hesitated, looking back at the place where Fiona had just stood, and murmured to himself, "Wait a minute, was there a death in the assassination case? Or did her husband die of something else, cholera? If it was cholera, what’s a woman doing in a place like this? And, have I seen her somewhere before... Why does she look so familiar..."

Schneider thought hard but couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

"Forget it, let others worry about these things; I just need to do my job well."

With that, Schneider put aside his doubts for the time being and hummed a tune as he walked out of the hotel door.

And in a place he could not see, in a room on the second floor of the hotel, behind the window glass, a pair of faint red eyes were twinkling.

Standing behind Arthur, the Red Devil said with a smirk, "Oh, my dear Arthur, what are you thinking? You’ve deceived that young fellow Mil with your mix of truth and lies, so are you starting to feel guilty?"

"Guilty? Maybe a little, but I usually only confess before going to bed to sleep."

"Is that so? That’s quite an improvement from before." The Red Devil licked his lips, "But if that’s the case, what are you thinking about now?"

Arthur stared at the receding figure of Schneider, holding a wine glass and said, "I’m thinking about what Mr. Schneider said to me. Maybe the Government’s ship really does start leaking from the top, but... who can guarantee the bottom is sound?"

"You trust no one?"

"Of course, I don’t even trust myself." Arthur blinked, "I’ve deceived myself many times as well."

"Well then, I can only pray that you come to your senses in time. At the very latest, don’t make me wait until I’m attending your funeral."

Arthur replied indifferently, "Your sense of time is really quite liberal, I really couldn’t say when I might die."

"Who says?" The Red Devil bit into a juicy apple, "Isn’t it now?"

No sooner had the Red Devil spoken than the door was slowly pushed open.

Fiona solemnly moved her lovely dress and stepped into the room, bowing slightly to Arthur’s back.

Then her fingertips moved from her neck upwards, covering her mouth.

With a voice of feigned emotion tinged with affectation crying out in the still room, she said, "Darling, I’ve come to mourn for you."