The Dark King

Du Dian smiled slightly and looked into the military newspaper.

"Arrogant! Assassination of Hollett deacon, the real murderer once again took the life of Hollett's wife Mary!"

"Punishers searched overnight, and now they have some evidence!"

Du Di'an looked closely, "Yesterday afternoon, Hollet's wife Mary was killed at home. According to investigations, neighbors had seen a suspicious person wearing a mask enter Hollet's house."

"The court has obtained the evidence and is currently in secret arrest."

Du Dean toured and saw the final summary, a slight smile on his face.

"What's so happy?" Folin on the other side noticed Du Di'an's expression and looked up at the military newspaper in his hand. He didn't see the writing because he didn't wear reading glasses.

Du Dean handed over the newspaper.

Folin took a moment to look at it, looked up at Du Dean in amazement, and said, "Here, did you do this?"

Du Dian looked into his eyes and said, "It was made by the Milan family."

Fulin froze.

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In the old castle of the Milan family.

In a granite-built restaurant, the Milanese family arrived one after another and dine in.

Seven or eight maids were waiting on both sides of the dining table more than ten meters long, ready to call.

Sitting at the top of the table is the old patriarch of the Milan family. This year is already sixty-three years old. Now he has retired behind the scenes and enjoy life in his later years. All the big and small industries in the family are handed over to his eldest son Abel. .

Able is sitting on the right hand of the old patriarch. He is a middle-aged man in his forties. He has a refined temperament, just like a modest gentleman. The pen is straight and straight, and his posture is upright and meticulous.

"Thank you." Alex, the old patriarch, said to everyone.

All the people on both sides of the long table stopped their hands, folded their hands together, closed their eyes, and silently recited a passage in the light scripture: "Thank the Lord for giving us food, thank the Lord for creating wealth, thank the Lord..."

After a moment, gratitude ended.

"Dining." Alex opened his eyes and said indifferently.

Everyone started eating.

Halfway through the meal, a young man ran downstairs and hurried to his seat on the table to sit down. He thanked him and began to eat.

"Weikand, you are still a knight. Why did you get up so late." Able shouted at the right of Alex.

Vikander smiled bitterly when he saw that he hadn't fooled, and said: "Drinking too much last night, overslept."

"Hum!" Abel snorted. "Learn from your brothers and sisters, the knight should look like a knight. Even if you don't have to go to the battlefield in the radiation zone outside the border, you can't fall into the knight's glory!"

Vikander honestly said: "I know."

"Okay, the child is asleep, don't yell." Alex whispered to Abel.

Abel saw him opening and sighed, "Dad, this child has spoiled you."

Alex smiled and said to Vikander: "I heard that you have been very close to the little girl of the Mel family recently. How is it? Are you interested in the little girl?"

Vikander felt the envious jealous eyes cast by the brothers and brothers next to him, but he secretly complimented and said indifferently: "Grandpa, you think too much, I just inquired about Jenny through Shaya."

Alex said with a smile: "It's so affectionate to call it, it seems to be tempting. Children, listen to grandpa's words and pursue whoever likes it.

Abel frowned slightly, but said nothing. He cut his head and cut the steak, but occasionally raised his head and stared at Vikander coldly, reminding him not to be too smug.

Vikander noticed his father's gaze, and his mood was a little bit calm, scratching his head: "Grandpa, I will find a way to do this, no matter what, I will always win one."

"Good boy, this is the man in our Milan family." Alex laughed.

As soon as his voice fell, in vain, the old butler in the hall hurried in. The fat body ran extremely hard, gasping for breath, and said to Alex above, "Master, something happened. , A group of trial knights came from the trial office, and there were punitives inside."

Abel had just reprimanded him for not panicing. He was stunned and heard a lot of thoughts in his heart, but his body had already stood up and said to Alex: "Father, let me take a look first."

Alex glanced at him with a slightly smile on his face and said, "Handle beautifully."

"I will." Abel nodded, left the restaurant with the housekeeper, and came to the gate of the castle. I saw a squadron of judges coming on the slope at the foot of the mountain, headed by two figures wearing silver armor, shoulders Wearing a thunder badge, it symbolizes their identity-Punisher!

The door was open, and Abel quietly waited for them to come, but his heart was secretly awe-inspiring, so that the two disciples could be personally dispatched. There must be something serious, and the trial office should not offend their family for no reason.

"What's the wind today, and the troubled punisher is here?" Abel said as they approached.

The two punitives headed are all youth-looking, with ordinary appearance, but their bodies are even and straight, and they are holding a 7- or 8-year-old boy.At the moment when I heard Abel’s words, a cold color flashed on the face of the young man with thick eyebrows on the left, saying: “You are the Abel patriarch, let’s come and ask your son to come out and come back to the trial with us for investigation ."

"Huh?" Abel stunned, not expecting that he was worried about some business matters, but his own son, and immediately asked: "I am a son named Vikander, he is a knight, I don’t know what misunderstandings, I need to ask him to go to the trial office?"

"Misunderstanding?" The young man with a sword scar on his right face opened his eyes and said coldly: "Your son is involved in a homicide, and there is evidence that your son is the real murderer of the deacon. This is not a misunderstanding. You'd better let him come out immediately. If you can't find him today, the Tribunal will immediately issue him a wanted order and will announce the whole district!"

"What! My son is the real murderer of Assassin Hollett?!" Abel was relieved when he first heard the murder, but when he heard the following words, he was startled and looked at him in shock. The two disciples almost suspected that there was something wrong with their ears. Of course, he knew that ordinary murders and assassinations of Deacon Hollett could not be compared at all!

"This is impossible!" Abel hurriedly said: "Why would my son assassinate Deacon Hollett? You must have misunderstood. This thing is definitely for another reason."

"Humph!" The young disciples with sword scars on their faces were cold in tone, and said, "Is it a misunderstanding? We naturally know after interrogation, if you continue to struggle, I will be regarded as a crime of assassination!"

Abel looked at his stiff expression, and his face was hard to look. After a moment of hesitation, he still sighed dejectedly and said to the housekeeper beside: "Go and call Vikander out."

The butler was stunned on the side, and when he heard Abel's words, he recovered and returned to the castle.

A moment later, Vikander came out in a hurry under the leadership of the housekeeper. Behind Vikander, there was Alex, as well as two middle-aged people and a temperamental and graceful lady, both of whom had the same status as Abel. People.

Vikander saw two disciples and a team of trial knights, his face pale, and quickly hurriedly said: "Master disciples, have you made a mistake? It is impossible for me to kill Deacon Hollett. How do I Will do such a stupid thing?!"

"what--"

An angry, low growl sounded in vain, but from the mouth of the little boy held by the two disciples, including Abel and Alex, who couldn't help looking at the little boy in amazement.

I saw the little boy's eyes red, staring at Vickander with hatred, as if he would bite his flesh and blood, and growled: "It's you, it's you, what I saw yesterday was you!!"