Several days later, Aiden, as scheduled, was met by the "appointment" with Heinz Hoffman.
"Unexpected, I really didn't think you would come looking for me first instead of Her Highness the Princess," Aiden said, pouring tea for Heinz across the tea table in the office.
"There are matters of urgency and importance," Heinz replied seriously. "There are some things about the investigation you entrusted to us last time that I need to fill you in on."
"Is it inconvenient to be known by outsiders?" Aiden asked bluntly.
Heinz nodded, "Sending a telegram will inevitably involve other people, and sending a letter from my side carries risks, and is not efficient. It's best for me to come in person and tell you."
"Please do," Aiden didn't beat around the bush either.
He briefly observed Heinz's expression—still that unsmiling demeanor, his face firm as if carved from stone, making it difficult to read any information from it.
