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Horace, who was a wealthy man, looked so gloomy at this moment that he was about to burst into tears.

He never imagined that his recent luck would be so bad.

Perhaps all his good luck was spent on becoming the Lord of Leiden City.

Since taking office, in addition to cleaning up the mess left by Bals, there are now a lot more troubles inexplicably!

Not to mention anything else, just the fact that the Hanging Sword's station was bloodbathed was enough to give him a headache.

This is a bloodbath!

Not an assassination!

The other party seemed to be well prepared and chose this moment.

He had already sent people to search, and there was no one in the entire Hanging Sword station.

All living people died.

Several bronze-level investigators, plus a silver-level gold medal investigator...

Such a loss is not something he can hide.

Besides, that's a gold medal investigator!

In the rating of Hanging Sword, only investigators who have completed tasks to a high degree, have a stable mental state, and are hopeful of reaching the gold level can be awarded the title of gold medal investigator.

This is not only an honor, but also a signal of some kind - meaning that this person is more likely to be favored by the Hanging Sword.

Just thinking about it made Horace's scalp tingle.

At the same time, he could not imagine anyone who would dare to be so arrogant and come to kill them openly.

You know, on weekdays, Horace and his followers rest in the city lord's mansion in the center of the city.

No matter where an abnormality occurs in any corner of Leiden City, he can lead people to get there as quickly as possible.

Only today, he was first deceived to the city gate by the boy from the Albert family, then had to follow his footsteps to the noble cemetery, and finally had to run here non-stop.

He felt like a doll being dragged around, always on the road.

The person who provoked the Hanging Sword must be with Aaron and the others!

Otherwise, how could it be possible to choose today, at this juncture, to go to the station of Hanging Sword to cause trouble?

How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

in this case……

A stern look and a sneer flashed in Horace's eyes.

Aaron, I wanted to let you go for the sake of Master Tu Antiwan, but since you still dare to provoke...

That really doesn't take the Sogetos family seriously.

If not?

Again, how can there be such a coincidence in this continent?

In Leyden City, the Saugetos family said the same thing.

He thinks it is, that’s it!

Even if Aaron wasn't the mastermind, he could still be the scapegoat.

This time, Horace had sufficient reasons and legal regulations to punish Aaron.

Last time, I gave Master Tuantiwan face, but this time, I must not give it again!

Thinking like this, Horace couldn't help but look at Tu Antiwan.

However, Tu Antiwan looked leisurely not far away.

Almost at the same time, a frightening cult atmosphere steamed up from that direction!

Tu Antivan, who was sitting in the wheelchair, remained expressionless, Andem, who was pushing the wheelchair, frowned slightly, but Horace's face turned pale.

Why are you still here?

Where did this cult atmosphere come from?

Shouldn't the detection array in Leiden City be put into use?

Where did this cultist come from?

With such a strong cult atmosphere, is this the murderer who massacred the resident?

Thinking like this, Horace's face turned ferocious and he said hello, "Follow me!"

He had already made up his mind as he rushed towards the aura of the cult. No matter what happened, he would try his best to make Aaron bear the charge of "colluding with the cultists"!

right!

That's right!

Is such that!

It was Aaron who deliberately attracted his attention, giving his accomplices the opportunity and time to sneak attack the Hanging Sword's station.

Otherwise, how could he, the conscientious Lord of Leiden City, not discover and stop him?

That must be it!

This is the truth!

Sensing the rising cult aura, Sartre's expression changed, he waved his hand and broke away from Siosande.

Siosande tried to hold him back, but Sartre shook him off angrily.

"Siosand, I know what I'm doing. Don't I even have this freedom? He hasn't left Leiden City yet!"

After leaving these words coldly, Sartre was too lazy to wait for Siosand and ran towards the direction of the accident.

Siosande narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally could only sigh. A human face made of lines quietly appeared on his shoulder, and he ran after Sartre.

However, both Sartre and Siosande knew it well.

This steaming cult atmosphere was so strong that it was hard for them to believe that Aaron could hold out until they arrived.

Tu Antivan just rubbed the blanket on his lap calmly, with his eyes half-open and half-closed, as if sleeping but not sleeping. He looked at the backs of the two Star Tower apprentices and just said vaguely: "Andem."

Andem, who had lived with his teacher for many years, naturally knew Tu Antivan's wishes, but at this moment he couldn't help but dissuade him: "Teacher, your body..."

That extraordinary aura was not far away, and it was clearly the direction that the noble named Aaron left.

If you can calculate the distance mentally, you can probably deduce that most of them will hit the erupting cult aura when they leave.

In fact, maybe they were the ones who activated the cult aura...

"They took back the tower spirit..."

"But you also protected them, didn't you? Teacher!"

Andem held the wheelchair firmly in place and said stubbornly in a low voice.

He was well aware of the teacher's current physical condition, and every battle might be the end of the teacher's life.

Why did the teacher take action for that little nobleman, that so-called heir to the Iris family, or that humble Northlander?

"The man named Aaron has already handed the things back to you, hasn't he?

The prophecy of Tower Master Julian has come true. You have indeed obtained the Tower Spirit in Leiden City. It's time for you to go back, isn't it?

The Mage Tower needs you, teacher, I don’t want you to make any mistakes at this time..."

"Andem, these are two different things."

"In my eyes, your body is the only thing I need to pay attention to, teacher."

Andem responded stubbornly, his clenched knuckles turned white from the exertion, and his voice was a little aggrieved.

"Well, Andem..." Tu Antiwan smiled helplessly and said comfortingly, "Okay, okay, then you slowly push me back. We have to go back to rest, right?"

Andem opened his mouth, but in the end he did not respond. He just remained silent, dragging his heavy steps and pushing the wheelchair step by step.

Like a snail.

At this time, Tu Antiwan looked at the distance and whispered: "Ruosqia..."

Thanks to Twenty-Seven who wrote the book for the reward~