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Just when Aaron was still hesitant, Andem frowned and said first, "Sir Aaron, it seems that you have been here for a while. Have you found what you are looking for?"

His hands were still holding the wheelchair, but his eyes glanced at the few wooden boards scattered on the ground in front of Aaron.

Even if he wasn't present before, looking at the posture at the scene, he could imagine Aaron's behavior just now, and his tone couldn't help but be a bit dissatisfied.

Unlike Garcia, who came from the North, and Sartre and Siosande, who pretended not to be seen, Andem was an out-and-out Argentine.

Yes, judging from the previous tombs, Aaron and others were indeed not the real culprits in destroying the tombs.

But if Aaron didn't have such a plan in mind, Andem didn't believe it.

Otherwise, why do we have to go to the Noble Cemetery as soon as we enter Leiden City?

He could see the slightly eager attitude at the beginning.

It’s impossible to seek ancestor worship and protection at this time, right?

Even though Sartre and Siosande had said a lot of good things about Aaron to Andem earlier, now, from Andem's perspective, this down-and-out nobleman named Aaron obviously cannot be called a A qualified nobleman.

He could not even respect the traditional ethics and morals of the Kingdom of Algrant.

It is quite taboo to disturb the deceased's rest, let alone to throw the coffin board of the ancestor on the ground openly and let others check it?

Andem did not hide the emotion contained in his words, and everyone present could also taste it.

For a moment, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Sartre frowned and was about to speak, but was pulled back by Siosande again.

Garcia lowered his head and looked at the ice gun condensed in his hand, seeming to be studying the lines on it.

Tu Antiwan's expression remained unchanged and he still closed his eyes to rest.

Alice pursed her lips, glanced sideways at Aaron, who had a solemn face, took a step forward, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Aaron's hand.

"I'm sorry, Master Tuantivan, I still haven't found the thing, but I think I probably already know the answer..."

Aaron carefully considered his words, "According to the agreement, as long as you can escort me out of Leiden City..."

At this time, a burst of chaotic footsteps was heard not far away again.

The visitors were in a hurry and did not even conceal their whereabouts.

Everyone present couldn't help but look at the source of the sound.

Not long after, Horace, with a sullen face, rushed in with a few of his men and a dozen guards.

When he saw Aaron and others standing there, he asked coldly: "What's going on?"

He, who has always been well-connected in the city, is now a little unable to cope with the series of incidents, and his emotional management has become somewhat out of control.

First, at the city gate, the boy named Aaron openly tried to trick him. He didn't know when he reached an agreement with Master Tu Antiwan, but he was able to persuade this veteran of the Three Dynasties to come forward.

This kid obviously knew something. After entering the city, he went straight to the noble cemetery.

Although Horace was annoyed, he also knew that the current destruction of so many tombs was unlikely to be related to Aaron.

However, we also need to find a scapegoat for this matter!

If only one or two tombs were stolen, Horace could obviously suppress the matter.

But now, looking at this situation, the entire cemetery is probably going to be emptied out.

However, he is still the newly appointed Lord of Leiden City and has to take responsibility for these things.

I really can't find a suitable reason to shirk it.

It’s impossible to blame Bals for this incident, right?

Thinking like this, Horace's face became even harder to look at.

Originally, Bals didn't know which line he had connected wrongly, but he rashly cooperated with the cultists and messed up the internal affairs of Leiden City.

Since Horace became the city lord, he has not had a single day's sleep, and has been running around the city to solve the historical problems left by Bals.

Not to mention anything else, just having to deal with His Majesty's gaze and the undercurrents surging back and forth among the large and small noble families in the city already made him feel numb.

Under such pressure, it was difficult for him to have the energy to manage other chores.

For example, regarding the patrol and supervision of noble cemeteries.

"Who was in charge of the north of the city in the first place? What happened?"

Horace's eyes were sharp and squinted, as sharp as a knife, and he slashed the followers behind him.

"it's me……"

A follower with a gloomy face walked out quietly and responded weakly.

"Tell me, what is going on?"

"I was here some time ago..." The voice gradually weakened due to a guilty conscience.

How could Horace not know the character of his men? He interrupted with a cold snort, "Some time ago, when was it?"

"A few days ago."

"more specific."

The attendant glanced at Horace carefully and said with a forced smile: "I don't remember much, maybe half a month ago..."

"Half a month ago? Half a month ago..." The corner of Horace's mouth twitched, "I remember, that seems to be the day when I handed over the affairs related to the north of the city to you, right?"

"Sir, I can guarantee that I was indeed here at that time and met those people. I also brought the master of the Tower of Stars with me at that time. I swear, I swear to the griffins and swords of the Kingdom of Algrant, I’ve really been here.”

Seeing that Horace's expression became increasingly ugly, the attendant naturally knew what he should do at this time and hurriedly explained loudly.

"Those untouchables took me around here, and I spent a lot of time walking through it. It was not like this at that time."

At the end of the sentence, the attendant's face was shining with sweat, and he was obviously very frightened.

He was looking at Horace, but Horace was not looking at him. Instead, he was watching the reactions of the people around him consciously or unconsciously.

The few people standing around and watching had expressionless faces. At most, they just watched with interest and did not speak.

People like Aaron, Garcia and others simply turned their heads away, too lazy to watch the farce happening here.

Yes, farce.

Rather than telling this follower to Horace, it would be better to tell Aaron and others.

In these conversations, it was indeed Horace who was asking him questions, but it was also him who was explaining to everyone.

No matter what, he needed to give an explanation to everyone present.

Even Aaron and others may not care.

However, everyone present was obviously not interested in watching the scenes he improvised and directed.

Aaron turned his head and looked into the depths of the cemetery, his eyes flickering.

But soon, Horace also realized that his performance only played a symbolic role. In the end, he just raised it high and lowered it gently, verbally punishing the unlucky follower.

Then, he turned to look at Tuantivan, Sartre and others with a smile, "Everyone, since something has happened, why not come and investigate it clearly?"

emmm, I really don’t want to name the chapter...