Adelle looked at Jones with suspicion.
"We are still brothers, rest assured," Jones said with a smile. "Don't investigate Adolf anymore; that's all in the past. He will help you solve your problem. He promised me."
"Who is he, really?"
"I don't know either, and I feel no need to know. His target is my adoptive father. Besides, it doesn't seem adversarial. He just wants to confirm some commonly known matters."
After hesitating, Adelle finally nodded and shook the banknotes in his hand, saying, "I'll keep these first. If you need anything, let me know. We are brothers. If I find out that you'd rather borrow from someone else instead of from me, I'll be upset. After all, money is the only way I can help you."
"Alright," Jones nodded.
...
When Jones walked out of Adelle's castle, he suddenly felt the air of the entire world become clearer. Incomparably clear.
Who Adolf was, he had no clue, but what did it matter?
