A strange world

Chapter 925 Section 156. Mixed Blood

"Don't rush to make a conclusion. Let's take a look at the other dead." A shout with the smell of alcohol rang out.

The others did not move, and looked at Olin, who had the highest status at the scene, while Olin looked at Annan.

"The more conclusive the evidence, the better it is for me." Annan shrugged. He was worried that it was the people of Free City who did it secretly, but now he firmly believed that it had nothing to do with him.

"Do as he says." Olin said.

Then they came to the next door, and the body of Cynthia, who had once bloomed beautifully but had withered, made Annan's smile disappear.

The necromancer began to summon the soul, and Annan whispered to Olin: "Have you notified Princess Saiers?"

"She was the first to know."

"... What was your reaction?"

"She said she knew."

"I understand... I'll go visit her later."

There are few victims who are more miserable than Princess Saiers. She was betrayed and sold out by her own people, lost her country, and was tortured in the dungeon. Now, even the only close people left were brutally killed.

Cynthia had "come back to life", wearing a blood-stained dress, choosing a dress in front of the closet.

They were very close this time, to confirm whether Cynthia knew the murderer like Monzon.

The bloodless lips began to open and close, making it uncertain whether she was talking to herself or to the murderer in the room. But at this moment, Annan suddenly found that her mouth seemed to say her own name...

Then, Cynthia's body suddenly fell into the closet and stopped moving.

"She knows nothing, next."

Barron turned and walked out of the bedroom.

The others followed and finally came to Arnock's room.

As the necromancer cast a spell, Arnock, who was lying at the door, climbed up and walked back to the bathroom like a zombie. At some point, he looked up and looked behind him, showing a stiff surprise, then said something, showing a little anger, and then staggered to the ground.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Arnock's body raised his head and began to crawl out of the door. There was no door there, only Janice's legs that kept hind legs.

"It seems that we have identified the murderer." Barron laughed and took a sip of wine, his whole face almost the same color as his nose.

"Let's go to the legion's base. Also, take the embassy guards there, they are also suspects." Olin said.

Annan had been watching the show for so long, of course he couldn't miss it. As a result, as soon as he arrived at the camp, he received good news that the murderer had been caught.

"Are you sure?"

Olin's assistant replied: "Only three people left the banquet in the evening. One of them was sick, and a comrade-in-arms testified that he saw him lying in bed when he returned. Another person went to the tavern... There was a girl to testify. There was only the murderer but no witnesses, and he was a military discipline officer and knew Monsong and others. And..."

"He admitted it himself."

"Take us to see." Olin said.

Annan followed the team harmlessly. At this time, a cold snort against him suddenly sounded next to him: "Don't think you are cleared of any involvement."

Looking at the voice, it was a young man in aristocratic clothes. Although Annan would not remember men in particular, he was sure that he did not know him: "Who are you?"

"Genero Montreal." The young man repeated.

"Sorry, who did you say?"

"Genero Montreal!"

Annan did not have any relevant memory: "Are you famous?"

The young man lost his composure and said: "Didn't you hear my last name?!"

"Oh..." Annan suddenly realized, "Are you from Monsong's tribe?"

"Don't compare the noble golden bloodline with this branch!"

"Genero, what are you doing here."

Olin, who found that Annan did not keep up, walked back and questioned the young man who was blocking Annan.

Annan felt from Genero's face the expression of Broken Teeth when he saw Lily: trying to hide the fear and prove that he was fearless.

"I... I want to help."

Olin ignored him and looked at Annan: "Did he offend you?"

"If being arrogant is not an offense, then no."

"Apologize."

"Why--"

"Annan is our guest, or do you want someone else to talk to you?"

Genero, who was as arrogant as before and as fearful as now, shrank his neck and stammered: "Sorry... I was too impulsive."

"I don't blame you, after all, I am good-looking and eye-catching."

Annan didn't take this episode to heart and continued to go to the camp with Olin. But Gennero followed behind him.

The camp house was temporarily used as an interrogation room. The murderer Isa was tied up and knelt in front of the fireplace.

"Miss Olin..." Janice gestured.

"We are just watching, follow your pace."

"Understood." Janice nodded and walked to Isa: "What is your purpose?"

"...Put the blame on someone."

"Who?"

Isa raised his head, his eyes full of bloodshot hair looked at Annan, and everyone immediately had an answer.

"Who ordered you to do this?"

"Lord Monson."

"What?"

"Lord Monson thought they had been humiliated beyond endurance and had to be cleansed. So he asked me to kill him and put the blame on Annan..."

Annan couldn't understand the logic, but the others didn't seem surprised.

"Then why did you kill Cynthia and Arnold?"

"Lord Monson feels that his death alone is not enough... Only if everyone dies here can the kingdom shift the conflict to Annan."

The Kingdom of Rekanel is now in turmoil and urgently needs an enemy to rally people's hearts. They chose Annan.

"What else?" Barron suddenly spoke up, shaking the empty bottle and said, "It's not a good habit to say half and hide the other half."

City Guard Officer Newman said sternly: "Tell everything you know before the torture comes!"

Isa pulled the corner of his mouth: "He said Princess Cynthia wanted to help Princess Saiers, she might betray the family, it's better to... make use of the waste."

"What a scum." Olin's voice was cold.

"What about Anok?"

"The prince was an accident. I told him the truth, but he was very angry and said he wanted me to be buried with him. I had to kill him."

This is probably what Councillor Monson didn't expect - the assassin who was crazy about killing chose not to keep him in order to wash away the responsibility.

"I have a question." City Guard Officer Newman has seen many prisoners who cooperate on the surface. They tell what they have done just to cover up the real crime.

After getting Orin's permission, he asked, "Why did you confess so quickly?"

"The Kingdom of Rekanel is crumbling, and there is no hope. I don't want to be tied to the chariot by them anymore."

"Why you?" City Guard Officer Newman continued to ask.

This time, Isabi remained silent longer than any other question.

"I've said everything I need to say, why are you still dawdling?" Barron said impatiently.

"...Because I'm a mixed blood."