Almighty Alchemist

It was already the next morning when the body was delivered to Raschel.

Looking at Padgett's body, Raschel trembled slightly, and his teeth began to chatter. That was the expression he would not show even if Xiu Yiglael pointed his sword at his nose.

Everyone has their own negative scales, places that are sacred and inviolable in their own minds, and people they don't want to hurt and protect no matter what.

For Raschel, Padgett was his only friend and most important.

Now his most important friend is dead, away from him forever.

Looking at Padgett's body, an uncontrollable anger rose from the bottom of his heart.

"What's going on here?" Raschel asked Cross angrily.

"Hugh Igles broke into the palace last night, but was discovered by the guards. He killed Padgett while escaping."

Raschel was shocked.

He looked at Cross in surprise. After a long time, he walked slowly to Padgett's body and squatted down.

Kneeling in front of Padgett's body, Raschel began to examine.

Every movement of his is very careful, gentle, soothing, and at the same time every movement makes Cross feel nervous.

God knows no second-level samurai had ever made him nervous before.

Padgett's body has been charred, and the flames used are very strong. If the burning time is long enough, the body can be directly reduced to ashes. Cross knew that it was impossible to leave traces, but he still felt uneasy.

He knew what kind of person Raschel was, the kind of person who you give him a clue and he can find a net.

"Blazing bird?" Raschel asked in a low voice.

"It should be, I wasn't there when the accident happened." Cross sighed helplessly.

Raschel was not asking questions, but continued to observe the corpse.

The corpse was severely burned, almost no complete skin and flesh could be seen, and it was the result of the flame jet formed from the head, which was very consistent with the attack characteristics of the blazing bird.

But Raschel's eyes still showed a strong color of suspicion.

"I don't understand one thing," he said suddenly.

"What?" Cross asked.

"Padgett is an earth warrior. With his fighting spirit ability, he can completely block the attack of the flame bird, but the damage caused by the flame shows that he was burned in a state of complete resistance. Why is that?"

Cross sighed: "He really couldn't fight back at that time, because he was wearing an air-confusing ring at the time."

"Air-abstaining ring?" Raschel suddenly stood up and glared at Cross: "Why does Padgett wear an air-abstaining ring?"

"It was the order of Her Royal Highness the Princess." Cross replied, "He violated the princess's will many times and dealt with Hugh Igleser without authorization, which made His Highness very angry. Her Highness the Princess personally ordered Padgett to be imprisoned. Hugh Igleser was found breaking into the palace at night, and the blazing birds attacked everywhere. Padgett was hurt under such circumstances. He was burned alive..."

Cross had a sad expression on his face, the red-robed archmage really had a good acting talent. In fact, this story is also quite wonderful. Cross did not accuse Huey of intentionally killing Padgett, but the Flamingo obviously does not treat anyone differently when attacking humans. The defenseless Padgett died under the attack of the blazing bird, all traces were erased, and everything seemed so natural.

It is a fact that Padgett was detained by the princess. Even if Raschel went to check, he would only find that he hadn't lied. As for the palace, there were indeed people breaking into it at night last night, and there was indeed a pair of birds flying in the sky, but they were fire birds made by magicians with magic, and they were fundamentally different from elemental birds. Except for magicians, it is impossible for ordinary guards to see the difference.

Cross's answer stunned Raschel. An order from Her Royal Highness? That's right, Padgett will be imprisoned here only under her own orders.

Naturally, Raschel was very aware of the princess's dissatisfaction with Padgett.

But he was also aware of one thing, something only he knew - Hugh Iglesel had promised himself that Padgett would not be implicated.

If it was someone else's promise, Raschel might not believe it.

But Raschel never doubted Xiu Yigleer's promise.

After more than a year of tracking, he has already learned enough about Hugh Igleser. He knew that this was a young man who was calm on the surface but full of arrogance in his bones. In fact, being able to survive the environment like Purgatory Island did give him too much capital to be proud of. This kind of pride is reflected on the outside, which is to make promises. Since Xiu Yiglaer said that he would not let the princess hurt Padgett, he would definitely do it.

So why does this happen? Did I misunderstand him? still……

Raschel gave Cross a deep look.

He squatted down again, observing Padgett's body more carefully than before.

Autopsy has always been a very delicate matter. Dealing with the dead and discovering the most valuable clues through the smallest details is the key to cracking the case. However, in the age of magic, people are more dependent on magic, and few people will study this aspect. Unless it is a person like Raschel who has no talent and can only rely on his mind and experience to make a living.

While watching, Raschel was talking to himself.

"There are tiny punctures on the wrists and neck, which appear to be traces left by the air-abstaining ring."

"The hand bones are broken, which shows that he was beaten hard before his death. It may be that he did not have the protection of fighting spirit, which led to the back injury."

Cross quickly explained: "He was very excited when he was brought in. He repeatedly explained that he did not betray Her Royal Highness, and even made a move. One of the guards was injured by him. You know that although the fighting spirit of warriors will be restrained by the restraint ring, their physical strength is also very tyrannical, which cannot be restrained by the restraint ring."

"Is the guard still alive?" Raschel asked.

"Alive, but not seriously injured." Cross replied, and the scene of Padgett beating himself like a mad tiger emerged again in his mind.

"That's already a miracle." Raschel said coldly. He raised one of Padgett's right hands, the fist part on the back of his hand, exposing the burnt black phalanx: "It seems that he hated the guy he beat up so much that he broke his wrist and exposed his bones. It's funny, that guy is still alive."

Cross jumped in his heart: "I don't think you need to be too entangled in this issue. The point is that Padgett is dead, and the person who killed him was Hugh Iglesel."

The body had been burned to black charcoal, but Raschel still saw some problems, and Cross almost went crazy.

It is true that they are looking at Raschel's cunning mind, but before that, they have to go through the test of the other party's keen eyes that catch everything.

Raschel's heart ached again, and it took him a while to say, "Clos, I have a question that needs your answer."

"What?"

"Have you examined his body for the Legal Affairs Bureau?"

"No, everyone thinks there is no need for that, because this is a fact that everyone has seen."

"And what about Padgett's family?"

"They haven't heard from it yet."

"Haven't got any news yet?" Raschel closed his eyes after getting this answer.

This was the answer he least expected.

The captain of the princess' bodyguard is dead, at the hands of a wanted criminal.

This may not be a big deal, but what is outrageous is that the body was not handed over to the Legal Affairs Bureau for examination, nor was it returned to the family immediately. Instead, it was sent to him, and it was a charred body that was almost unrecognizable. There were very few clues that could be found from this body.

Raschel sighed for a long time: "You guys are in such a hurry to send him to me..."

"We need your help, Raschel. Hugh Igles will appear in the Royal Coliseum, on the emperor's birthday. But we don't know what identity he will appear in, who he is, and what he will do. You can help us find him."

"I……"

"He killed your best friend, Raschel. Think of what Padgett has done for you. Now is the time for you to pay him back."

"You're right, Cross." Raschel nodded.

In any case, Padgett was dead, that was an indisputable fact. And Raschel couldn't find any evidence that it wasn't Xiu Yi's hands.

"I will go to help you. I promise you with my life that I will definitely force Xiu Yiglaer out that day."

"That would be the best." Cross bowed to Raschel and left with Padgett's body.

Just before he left, Raschel suddenly called out: "Clos!"

"What else is there?"

"What are you going to do to return Padgett to his family?"

"Just today."

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As night fell, Padgett's home was still steeped in mourning.

Padgett's wife, Beth, was also a well-born lady, and her husband's death hit her hard. A three-year-old boy was left behind, who was just able to speak and was still ignorant, and did not yet know how sad he was for his father's death.

A servant came up to Beth and whispered, "Mr. Raschel is here."

"Ask him to come in quickly." Beth said quickly, she knew that Raschel was her husband's best friend during his lifetime.

The mourning hall had been set up, and Raschel came to the mourning hall and bowed respectfully to the warriors placed among the flowers.

"My condolences, ma'am."

Beth hugged her son and sobbed.

Raschel turned to ask the butler at Padgett's house, "Have you decided when to bury her?"

"I haven't made a decision yet, but the weather is hot, so it's not suitable to keep it for a long time. But you have also seen the condition of the lady, it is very bad. Maybe you can persuade her."

"I will." Raschel nodded.

After a few words of comfort in a low voice, Raschel found a place to sit down.

Time flies, and it is late at night in a blink of an eye. The guests come and go, and the family that has become lively because of grief gradually becomes cold again.

When the last guest left, Raschel was the only one left in Padgett's house.

"Raschel." After a day of crying, Beth's eyes were already swollen like walnuts, and her spirit was somewhat fatigued, but her mind was still clear: "I know you must have something to say to me if you haven't left."

"Exactly."

"We're old friends, just talk about it."

"Do you know how Padgett died?"

"Hugh Iglesel killed it."

"In fact, I doubt it." Raschel shook his head: "There is one thing I never told anyone, and no one knows."

"What?" Beth hesitated.

"I met Hugh Iglesel, and it was a one-on-one meeting. Hugh Iglesel once threatened me with Padgett's life and death, and asked me to reveal my trump card against him. I agreed. I know this person. He may be despicable and cunning, and his methods are cruel, but at the same time he is arrogant. He gave up countless opportunities to kill me. It is hard for me to imagine that he would kill Padgett who didn't pose much threat to him but taught him vindictiveness."

"But they say..."

"It doesn't matter what others say, Beth, what matters is what you see." Raschel interrupted Beth's words: "I suspect that there is a conspiracy. Someone wants to use Padgett's death to force me to do things for them, but I am not so easily deceived. And I can't be sure of this, so I need evidence to prove my idea."

"What do you want to do?" Beth horrified.

"Find the real murderer of your husband, my good friend."

"Then...do you need me to do anything for you?"

Raschel's voice was slightly lowered: "Yes, I need you to make a difficult decision. This decision may be profane to Padgett, and it may be an unbearable pain for you. This is very difficult, but I need your consent."

"What decision?"

"Let me dissect Padgett's body."

"Ah!" Beth's face turned pale.

Raschel sighed: "I know that is a very difficult decision. What I have said so far is just speculation. If my speculation is wrong, then all this is useless. Even if my speculation is correct, the desecrated dead... Padgett's soul will not be at peace. But I still hope that you can agree to my request, because that is the only way for me to find the real murderer."

Beth lowered her head, and she thought for a long time. "Mr. Raschel, is this the only way?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Do you need to use that method?"

"I hope not, but I can't promise."

"Then...do what you should do." Under the light, Beth raised her proud head: "My husband can't just die in vain. I want to know who the real murderer is, and then...you will avenge him, right?"

"To the best of my ability," Raschel replied.

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The knife cut all the way down from Padgett's neck, cutting open the entire chest and abdomen.

Raschel's movements were gentle and comfortable, dissecting his best friend like a lover.

According to the law of the empire, the deceased is a sacred existence and cannot be dissected, otherwise the soul will not be able to rest in peace. The reason why necromancy is considered the most vicious spell is because it desecrates the dead.

But today, Raschel is desperate.

Lifting off the charred flesh on the outermost edge, what Raschel saw was an unforgettable scene.

Padgett's internal organs seemed to have been hit hard with a heavy object, and they were all shattered, not a single one was intact.

Raschel scooped a handful inside with his hands, and the broken heart slipped from his fingertips like pieces of tofu, outlining a pool of blood.

Beth couldn't bear to watch this disgusting scene any longer, she turned her head and ran away to vomit.

Raschel's expression remained firm, his eyes focused on his work.

"The internal organs cannot be formed, and the touch feels like gravel. This is damage caused by magic, and it is a very powerful kind that can directly affect the inside of the body."

Raschel frowned deeply.

Isn't it too much of a fuss to deal with such a powerful blow against a samurai who can't use grudge?

When did Xiu Yiglaer possess such spells again?

Raschel swung the knife and quickly sliced ​​through Padgett's arm.

This is……

All the tendons and veins were broken, and the blood vessels burst. This is proof of the extreme use of fighting energy. Raschel began to get excited.

As he expected, Padgett experienced a battle before his death, and he fought so hard that he broke his hand bones. Even if a battle like this is won, the winner is doomed to death.

What kind of fight would Padgett risk his life to fight? And in the end, he was killed by a single blow?

Countless thoughts swirled in Raschel's mind, and the next moment, he suddenly did something appalling—he plucked out Padgett's eyeballs, put his fingers directly into Padgett's eye sockets, and after bringing out a little white substance, he directly put his fingers in his own mouth.

Raschel's body suddenly appeared a little magical light, if anyone saw it, they would be shocked.

Who would have thought that Raschel could do magic?

The magic light was not strong, and Raschel's eyes had turned white, like a standing dead man.

Under the action of magical energy, the strange substance that he put into his mouth sent out a wonderful message: "Nicholas..."

Raschel rolled his white eyes tremblingly and pronounced the name.

The highest existence of the Arcane Tower, one of the two sanctuaries of the Lance Empire, Nicolas Cage.

call!

Raschel let out a long breath, and the whole person finally returned to normal.

The broken heart, broken tendons, and Padgett's last resentment when he died, all told Raschel who the real murderer was.

Beth came back inside at last.

She saw that Raschel was sweating profusely, and there was a strange light in his eyes: "You used that kind of..."

"Yes." Raschel replied: "It ruined my life, tortured me, prevented me from cultivating, but also gave me abilities different from ordinary people. I saw what Padgett wanted me to see. That was the last clue he left for me."

"Then the result is..."

"Padgett went through a fierce battle before his death...he was not burned to death, but burned after his death. Hugh Igleser, not the murderer who killed him."

"Who was the one who killed him?"

"Arcane Tower, Nicolas Cage, there should be Kloss, and perhaps an accomplice... Her Royal Highness." Raschel's eyes flashed with flames of vengeance.

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There should be one or two more tonight. Fate is desperate, everyone should support it, the climax is coming soon.

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