The Dark King

After a few days.

The Tall Street Trial Office received a report that a decayed body soaked in wooden barrels appeared in a lodge on a remote street under their jurisdiction. The neighbor was the first to find the body.

In long-lost clear weather, the rotten odor on the body exuded, exposing the body.When the people of the Tribunal arrived in a hurry, they suddenly saw a horrible scene. This highly decaying corpse sat in a wooden barrel, folded his hands together, as if praying, with two steel nails running through his chest.

The judges recognized the costume of the corpse at a glance, and it was a deacon suit for the judge.

It was like a deep-water bomb, and there was an uproar.

After identifying the identity of the corpse, all branches of the courthouse in the entire business district were alerted.

As the fourth-party top force independent of the aristocracy, the military department, and the bright Holy See, this is the most serious trauma and provocation suffered by the trial in the past five years. .

The day after Hollet's body was found, people found another highly decaying body in a sewer outside the Tribunal. After identification, it was Hollet's driver.

The investigator sent by the trial office found the owner of the property in the hut at the first time. This is a fat middle-aged man. When he was taken into the interrogation room of the trial office, he was scared.

"At eight o'clock on the 17th, where are you?"

"At home, when it was raining heavily, I accompanied my family."

"I heard that your house is rented out. Do you remember the appearance of the lessor?"

"I don't remember. He was wearing a hood and kept his head down. The sky was too dark. I didn't pay much attention, but I remember that he was very thin."

"Have you not seen his ID card when signing the lease agreement?"

"I asked him, but he said he didn't bring it with him. Later, he said that he would rent ten silver coins for only one week, and I, I would rent it to him."

"Huh, see what money eyes open."

In the investigation of the homeowner, the information learned by the trial is extremely limited. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the criminal murderer is a male, and this is a planned and premeditated assassination.

However, if a deacon dies, the trial office will not let it go. The body and the scene are tightly protected. The trial office has transferred two senior trial knights to investigate the information left by the murderer.

The first thing that attracted attention was that the two steel nails were sent to the Tribunal for inspection. It didn't take long to discover that there were two blood stains on the steel nails, one was from Hollet and the other was unknown. Blood.

Although it was impossible to find the murderer from the blood, the Tribunal quickly found the source of this steel nail-Thorns Flower Prison.

In addition to the steel nails, the Tribunal also found a few rose petals on the scene, so the flower gardens and flower shops in various places on the Tir street were closely investigated.

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In another part of the business district, the small town of Yade.

A carriage drove in and stopped in front of a hotel. A pale boy came out of the car with a crimson rose in his hand and entered the hotel.

Boom~!

The door opened.

"Dean?" Joseph in the room saw Du Dean at the door and said in surprise: "Come in, you are finally back."

Du Dean entered the room, and Joseph was alone in the spacious room. He asked, "What about Barton and Kruhn?"

"They went to gather intelligence, and they will return soon." Joseph saw Du Di'an holding flowers and said in surprise, "How did I change one."

"Previously withered." Du Dean smiled slightly and poured himself a cup of hot tea. After a while, he smelled that Barton and Kruhn appeared in the perception range, and soon they returned to the hotel.

"How is it?" Du Dean asked the two.

Barton and Kruhn saw Du Dean with some surprises, as if they had found the backbone.Hearing this, the two looked at each other, and Barton said: "We have asked everywhere these days, from the butchers who killed pigs to the bosses of various shops. Listening to them, the Lane family is a declining little noble, The patriarch's name is Flynn Lane, and he is sixty-two years old this year. His wife died very early. He has four children, the eldest son is forty-eight, and has three children, all of whom are married..."

Du Di'an heard the two telling the information.

"Because it has fallen, there are only two knight teams of the Ryan family, each with ten people, about thirty men, a total of fifty people, and I heard that many of these knights are not regular knights and have not received the medal of honor in the knight palace. It’s just that the elder patriarch loves to protect his face and recruits some apprentice knights into the formation to expand the number and make the facade look good.”

After a while, the three of them would finish all they knew.

Du Dian nodded slightly, and after thinking a little, he got up and said, "You are waiting for me here, I will go out."

"Where?" Button asked.

Du Di'an smiled and said: "Visit this old patriarch."

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The night is coming.

The old castle on the high slope outside the town was brightly lit.

The knights and sergeants are on duty throughout the castle. The day-to-day caretaker work is extremely boring. The scenery that repeats forever is already tired, and the guards know that even the stupid thief will not come here. To seek treasure, it is tantamount to finding water in the desert and searching for fire in the sea.

The guards stood together, chatting about the interesting things they heard recently, and passing the time, hoping that the night would pass sooner.

In the huge restaurant in the old castle, the old patriarch of Fulin sat at the head of the long table, and his children and grandchildren were sitting in two rows. One of the older granddaughter was handing his child to the nanny to let her Bring to breastfeed.

A huge chandelier hangs on the top of the dining table, and the oil lamp is yellow, which is the lamp oil for ordinary residents.

After eating dinner, the children stood up to salute the old patriarch Fulin and returned to their rooms to rest or play.

"Grandpa, what did you think about the store opening on Wall Street I mentioned to you last time?" After the others were almost gone, one of the young people in their 20s asked Elder Fulin from the chief seat Road.

Patriarch Fulin slowly looked up at him and frowned: "I have investigated, although Wall Street is prosperous, but the rent of the store is too high. The profits that you want to sell are too low, and the profit is too low. It’s not enough, let alone making money to subsidize households."

The young man's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Grandpa, I'm not selling copper and iron. I've worked hard to find good swords and knives forged by master craftsmen, and I can sell them at a high price, as long as you lend me some money If you rent it, you will definitely earn nothing!"

"You are too young." Patriarch Fulin sighed: "You first investigate and investigate the items of several other similar shops near Wall Street. If you think that what you sell can be higher than other stores, then come to me, thousands. Don’t treat customers as fools, they are all good at it."

"Grandpa!" the youth hurriedly.

"Hush, don't be rude!" the middle-aged man beside him scolded.

The young man stifled, lowered his head sullenly, dropped the fork in his hand, and turned away.

The middle-aged man hurriedly said to the old patriarch of Fulin: "Father, don't be surprised. This child is ignorant and has a short temper."

"He's still young, and he will understand it after a few more years of training." Elder Fulin sighed, said nothing, picked up the crutches at the table and stood up, back to the room with the help of the maid next to him.

Helping the stairs back to the room, the old patriarch Fulin coughed gently while covering his chest. The middle-aged maid next to him quickly took the medicine bottle from the container and handed it to him.

The old patriarch poured out two red pills and swallowed. The cough eased a little, and waved the maid back.

After the middle-aged maid withdrew, the old patriarch Fulin slowly came to the desk beside the bed with a cane, lit the oil lamp, took out the magnifying glass in the drawer, and read the books on the table.

"The patriarch is very interested." Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from a dark corner of the room.

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Today was originally three shifts. After eating dinner, my body was not very comfortable, which caused the second shift to be later than usual, the third shift was reserved until tomorrow, and the fourth shift was compensated tomorrow. Forgive me~~~