A strange world

Chapter 922 Section 153. The Raincoat of the Ancestors

The warden spoke first, still cold and low: "You don't know?"

"If I'm not the murderer, how would I know?"

"In the evening, three envoys from the Kingdom of Rekanel were found dead in the embassy."

"You mean three people? Including Cynthia and... and..." Annan forgot the name of the young prince.

"Arnock."

"Are they all dead?"

"You sent people to assassinate, don't you know how many people were killed?" The warden snorted.

Annan glanced at the warden who was playing the villain: "It's useless for you to test me. Assassination is such a low-level method, it's not my style."

And it's too cruel. Cynthia is innocent... It's not because Annan is a warlock, she is a woman, so she is innocent, but Cynthia is obviously on good terms with Princess Saiers...

I don't know if Princess Saiers knows about this.

"But maybe it's your men? Your city is full of northern survivors, most of whom have a blood feud with the Kingdom of Rekanel."

"You mean, my people went to the banquet after participating in the victory parade, sneaked out without anyone's sight, broke through the empire's tight defense and broke into the embassy, ​​killed three envoys in front of the personal guards, and got away with it?"

Annan's irony made the warden shut up.

The middle-aged man next to him smiled: "Relax, Annan, we just want to ask some questions."

"So I just made some appropriate counterattacks, you?"

"Andrea, the executive officer of the Imperial Military Department, I am responsible for this assassination." Executive Officer Andrea looked very easy to talk to, "What were you doing in the evening?"

"Go to the banquet with me... The Minister of Etiquette can testify for me." Annan looked even more easy to talk to.

This gave Executive Officer Andrea a headache... On one side is the special envoy, and on the other side is the champion warlock who has inextricable ties with the upper echelons of the empire, neither of them is easy to mess with.

No wonder the executives who usually rush to show off are keeping silent now and giving themselves the opportunity.

Thinking of this, Executor Andrea suddenly became lazy: "Besides you...you, who else do you know who has a grudge against Special Envoy Rekanel?"

"Too many." Annan spread his hands, trying to show how many people there are: "Thousands? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Don't underestimate the hatred of a homeless person for the murderer."

Annan asked back: "Besides me, who else is a suspect?"

"You are the first sequence, the second sequence is an epic wizard who just came from the North, and the third sequence is several foreign senior members of the Shadow Brotherhood who ran to Duidi Mountain."

"Any other clues?"

"We found in the embassy-"

"This is an interrogation!" The warden suddenly interrupted the two people who were talking: "Sir, you revealed too much about our suspects."

"Come on, look how happy the champion warlock is, and he doesn't seem to worry about any trouble at all." Executor Andrea lowered his voice: "This guy has so many tricks, and he also knows...that adult. Who knows if this is a power struggle among the upper class. I advise you not to be too "diligent." "

But the warden had no choice. As the warden of the dungeon where nobles are imprisoned, he is either in collusion or he is tough and upright.

"You said that you went to a banquet with the Minister of Etiquette when the murder happened, but what about before that?"

"At the military parade at the Etiquette Department."

The warden frowned: "Annan Reeves, what you said cannot prove your innocence, you need to come up with better and more powerful-"

"You got one thing wrong." Annan interrupted him, "It's not my turn to prove my innocence now, but you should come up with evidence to prove my guilt."

The warden was silent.

If there was evidence, they wouldn't have to sit here.

At this time, a jailer trotted in and whispered in the warden's ear: "A member of the royal family is coming in."

"Who?"

"Olin Montreal."

The warden looked at Annan deeply: "Let Miss Olin come in."

After a while, the jailer led Olin in.

"Are you okay?"

As soon as she came in, her eyes were all on Annan. There is nothing embarrassing about it…

“I’m fine. This is the most homely atmosphere I’ve ever had.”

Olin didn’t know what Annan was talking about, so she handed him a bundle: “The ancestor said it might rain tonight, so she asked me to bring you a raincoat.”

“Did the ancestor know?”

“There are very few things that can be hidden from her.”

“Then if I have this, will it be okay even if I admit that I killed him?”

Annan smiled, and then smiled before Olin’s cheeks turned stiff: “Just a joke.”

Annan put on the raincoat in front of the warden and the executive officer, and deliberately said to them: “It’s a little cold in the dungeon, do you mind?”

“No… I don’t mind…”

The executive officer laughed dryly, and even the warden remained silent.

Olin had no intention of leaving, so Annan sat back down and raised his chin slightly: “Tell me what happened.”

The executive officer said that the body was found by the servants. At that time, she was going to notify the special envoy to attend the banquet. No one answered the door when she knocked, so she knocked on the other two doors, but there was no answer.

Finally, it was when Arnock's blood flowed out through the crack of the door that the servant realized something was wrong.

"So rough?"

"No, it's quite clean. The patrolling guards and gatekeepers didn't find anything unusual, and the servants didn't hear their struggles... The Monson envoy was a great swordsman, but he was pierced through the neck silently." The executive officer looked solemn, "So if you think of anything, please tell us."

He kept a low profile.

Annan frowned slightly, and finally shook his head: "I don't know either. The Kingdom of Rekanel has too many enemies. Who knows which righteous man did it?"

Executive Andrea sighed. He didn't want to care, but the death of an envoy on Mount Montreal was equivalent to slapping the face of the empire. They must find the real culprit.

"Now let's talk about compensation." Annan changed the subject.

"Compensation?"

"You violently arrested me in front of all the nobles. Don't you want to give an explanation?"

Executor Andrea glared at the warden, then stole a glance at Olin next to him, and asked cautiously: "What compensation do you want?"

Annan said shyly: "I think the land outside the Moonlight Opera House is good. It is just a bunch of useless ruins to you, a scar from the past, why don't you give it to me? I promise no one can recognize it."

Even if Olin was there, the warden couldn't help but say: "Annan Reeves, now is not the time to talk about this."

"You are right, and it is difficult for you to make the decision." Annan put away his beautiful fantasy, "By the way, did you check the body?"

The warden and the executive looked at each other.

Annan's tone gradually became strange: "Don't tell me that such a huge and ancient empire doesn't even have a detective... an official responsible for analyzing homicides."