Rosen did not currently lack money, so for problems that could be solved with money, he would not make things more complicated.

Old Murphy gave his terms.

Without saying another word, two lovely gold crowns had already flown into the other's pocket.

"It was Madame Leveille from the clothing store who gave the job. Since it was an urgent order, she paid a lot of money."

"Here, this is a silk pouch for the money. It has her perfume scent on the bag."

Old Murphy spoke very quickly, his eyes darting left and right, ready to dash away like a madman at any moment.

Rosen took the pouch and lightly sniffed it. Indeed there was a faint fragrance and the style and material were also top grade.

Since this was a spur of the moment trip for him, the other side could not have prepared the money bag in advance, so it seemed highly credible.

"Get lost!"

Old Murphy immediately left, moving swiftly without even taking his shoe-shine tools.

Rosen held the money pouch and strolled leisurely towards Madame Leveille's clothing store, pondering in his heart why the other side wanted to do this.

A clothing store owner, living in comfort without worries of food and drink, even if out of inner jealousy, it would still be very difficult for her to commit such an extreme deed.

This was not Rosen talking nonsense, it had been proven many times throughout history, called the softness of the petite bourgeoisie.

"Could it be her husband who ordered it?"

Mr. Leveille and Teacher had a deep grudge, so he had motive.

But the specifics still needed investigation.

"Ah, young man, here to order clothes again?"

The greeter was Mr. Leveille. Although he had friction with Serendis, his attitude was still quite warm.

Because some time ago, Rosen had spent a large amount of gold crowns here, custom ordering several sets of fine clothes for Teacher Serendis.

But also because of Serendis' matter, his smile was a bit forced.

Rosen had it all planned out. He pointed to a set of deep purple dresses in the furthest corner: "I'd like to take a look at that one."

"You have great taste. That's the most popular style this year. Please come with me."

Madame Leveille led the way, hips swaying roundly.

After the two arrived at the corner, Rosen looked around and saw no one else was paying attention here. He waved his hand, interrupting Madame Leveille's introduction.

"Madam, actually I have a small matter to trouble you with."

"Oh, go ahead. I will do my best to meet your needs."

Madame Leveille responded very naturally. After all Rosen had always been generous, a big customer.

So Rosen took out the silk pouch and handed it over, while closely observing her reaction.

"Madam, I already know everything you've done. If you don't want your current happy life affected, please cooperate with me."

As he spoke, he was completely focused, and an iron ball had already floated into his pocket, in case this madam tore off her mask and suddenly lashed out.

Fortunately, Madame Leveille was just an ordinary person. She didn't know any martial arts or magic.

In other words, her hands were clean.

The moment she saw the silk pouch, the rosy complexion of Madame Leveille's face instantly lost color. Her plump body shook uncontrollably, cold sweat appearing on her forehead at a visible speed.

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She was terrified, but had not lost her senses.

Taking a deep breath, she stared intently at the pouch, speaking in a low threatening tone.

"Very well, you little apprentice not learning goodness, actually dare steal my money pouch! Come, follow me to the constable, I'll have him chop off your filthy hands!"

Tsk tsk, biting back, quite quick-witted, but limited.

If she really had confidence, why make threats in a low voice?

If Rosen was just an ordinary youth, it was very possible he would be fooled by Madame Leveille's appearance. Unfortunately he was not.

Rosen chuckled, "Very well, let's go see the constable and find out who the real murderer of Alchemist Stan is!"

This immediately pierced Madame Leveille's disguise.

Her body shook even more violently, deflated in an instant.

"What do you want?!"

Her voice trembled, eyes fixed intently on the pouch, seemingly hating she couldn't snatch it back to swallow down and destroy the evidence.

But she didn't dare rip off her mask or make too big a fuss, because she was unwilling to give up her current good life.

"How much money do you want? How much to give this pouch back to me?!"

She was controlled by fear, completely losing her ability to think.

Rosen sighed inwardly.

'Indeed, appearing bright and elegant on the outside, living in comfort. Seemingly noble and dignified but actually weak and deceitful, because people like this will always lack the courage and determination for a final deadly gamble.'

He calmly retrieved the pouch.

"I don't want money. I just want to know who made you do this. Tell me and I'll immediately destroy this pouch, sinking this inglorious matter forever beneath the waters."

Madame Leveille immediately talked.

"It was a woman. She wore a face-covering veil, I couldn't see her face, but she was very young, sounding no older than 30. She said as long as I helped her with a small favor, she would give me 10 crowns. I was muddled for a moment, greedy for this bit of advantage."

Rosen noticed her eyes shifting around. He laughed coldly inwardly, "You're lying!"

With the clothing store's considerable income, how could she take such huge risks for just 10 crowns?

Madame Leveille's body shook. Her face was ghastly pale, nearly transparent.

"Fine, it wasn't for 10 crowns. She...she had evidence of my affair...My husband is petty. If he found out about this, I'd be finished."

This was credible.

Rosen chuckled, "Having an affair with Raspring?"

Madame Leveille's lips trembled, unable to speak.

Clearly Rosen had guessed right again. And now that he grasped this key info, he didn't fear her lying.

"How tall was the woman?"

"Half a head taller than me. Very good figure, the kind that would drive any man mad. Oh gods, you are truly unfair!"

"When did you meet?"

"Probably about four hours ago...Oh right, this woman's dress didn't seem to fit well, a bit tight. From the sleeves, I saw a section of leather bracers, the kind warriors normally use, ringed with a layer of iron."

"Also, she didn't wear any perfume, and had a faint smell of sweat."

Madame Leveille babbled on and on, giving more info than Rosen imagined.

"Four hours ago?"

Rosen thought back briefly. Four hours ago, he had just arrived at the South City Market, and happened to walk into the herbalist shop.

So if such a strangely dressed beauty appeared in the market, it was very possible she could be recorded in his adventure log.

Thinking this, Rosen immediately entered the adventure log, adjusted the time, centered the view at the entrance of the Leveille clothing store, and chose fast playback.

In less than 2 minutes, he saw the woman.

Head covered with a veil, face unclear. Tight blue dress, seemed to be wearing another layer inside.

The figure was indeed very nice, tall, and she entered the clothing store just as Rosen walked towards the herbalist shop.

At first glance, she seemed only an ordinary customer patronizing the clothing store.

Unfortunately, Rosen then entered the herbalist shop, so there was no footage of her leaving the clothing store.

But this was already enough.

Rosen immediately asked, "After coming into the store, what did she touch?"

Madame Leveille furrowed her brows, trying hard to remember. Suddenly her eyes lit up.

"That's right, she seemed to touch the decorative flower vase on the stairs, just casually resting her hand on it."

"Excellent!"

Rosen walked over to examine the large porcelain vase closely.

Sure enough he discovered fingerprints.

Rosen immediately brought up the collected thumb prints, carefully comparing them.

A few minutes later, his heart leapt, "Finally found you!"

The woman in blue and the one who left the jar last night were the same person, extremely likely to be the real culprit.

But to be honest, the investigation had already exhausted its leads.

With tens of thousands of residents in Silvermoon City, just a thumbprint and a heavily disguised figure made it very difficult to find the culprit.

Moreover, the other side might not remain in Silvermoon City indefinitely. Once she left, it would be hopeless.

"What to do?"

Rosen thought carefully. A faint idea suddenly came to mind.

"Why did this woman look for an ordinary person like Madame Leveille as a scapegoat?"

"She could have just given the job directly to Old Murphy. Why take such a detour?"

"Not only wasting time, but not much extra concealment either."

"Unless her identity was sensitive, worried that unsavory characters like Old Murphy would recognize her true identity!"

Things suddenly had a new breakthrough.

As long as he took the woman in blue's image to ask those shady underground middlemen, he might be able to pull out this person.

No, no need to go through so much trouble!

Looking for middlemen would be time-consuming and laborious. It also gave the real culprit more time to respond.

He had to move fast, make a move as quickly as possible to catch the other side off guard and flustered.

How to move fast?

Four words - beat the grass to startle the snakes!

"Let's see just what kind of character you really are!"