July 6th, the eve of the hunting festival...
Rex pushed the wheelchair to the wall in the courtyard, picked up an apple, and took out a note from it. It said, "Little fish takes the bait."
"Mr. Baron, do you want to eat apples? Pablo sent apples and pears over earlier. Should I wash them and send them over?" the maid asked from afar.
"No need," Rex smiled at her and said, "It was me who wanted to eat it."
As he spoke, he picked up the apple on the ground, wiped it clean with his sleeve, and took a bite. When the maid saw that he was still looking at her, her face immediately flushed red, and she quickly left to do something else.
Rex shrugged in confusion. Then, he pushed the wheelchair into the door and said to Vincent, who was drinking tea at the table, "Mr. Vincent, they caught Timmy."
Vincent put down his teacup, picked up a chess piece, and said in a low and confident voice, "It's time to haul in the net."