Kingdom’s Bloodline

Chapter 696 Plan Plan

Kongming Palace, the barracks of the Xinghu Guards.

"Please, Attendant Caso," Conmuto, whose arm was bandaged, sat on the bunk with a helpless expression. "Just let me go! I'm not like them. I swear I haven't used it outside." Your names are all other Huais, sorry, they are all other people..."

Wyatt Castle, who was holding the notebook, turned dark.

fine.

It doesn't matter.

calm.

"That's not what I'm asking," Huaiya struggled to force out a social smile, "Please, Guard Officer Conmuto, please recall carefully, when you fought against that Lausanne II, did he..."

"No!"

"I haven't finished speaking yet - have you noticed that there are some subtleties in his movements..."

"nor!"

At this moment, a relaxed voice came from outside the door:

"What's wrong?"

Conmuto's eyes lit up, as if he had been granted amnesty:

"Who is that? You came just in time. The prince's attendant has something to ask you!"

Huaiya was startled when he heard this, but Lao Kong ignored the injured arm hanging on his chest, jumped off the bunk and rushed out of the room with a whoosh, disappearing out of the corridor. His posture seemed to be that the kitchen was ready to prepare the meal.

The attendant was speechless for a while, so he curled his lips and turned to look at the newcomer:

"Yes, I have a few questions to ask... Oh, it's D.D. Forget it."

After saying that, Wyatt shook his head and sighed, while passing by Doyle in disappointment.

D.D had just brought back a bag of almond pies from the dessert shop. He was originally full of joy and was puzzled. The hand that handed out the pies only reached halfway and lost its target. The situation was extremely embarrassing.

Huaiya walked towards a table, where a strong figure covered with bandages was sitting at the table, wiping his sword carefully.

"Hey, Glover Vanguard..."

The strong back made a movement.

"once."

Glover, who was still recovering from his injuries, turned his head and wiped the same spot on the sword dozens of times with the rag: "I, um, I did it once."

But just once.

Really, only once.

"What? What happened once?" Wyatt was confused.

"your name."

my name?

Huaiya was stunned for a second before he reacted.

"What? You, you? You too... Why you? How could it be you? I don't understand. It doesn't matter to others, but why do you have to..."

As he spoke, Glover's expression became more and more cold and stiff, which made Wyatt realize something and quickly shut up.

No, no, Wyatt Castle, no, that's not what you're asking, that's not...

And you don't care at all, you shouldn't care, it's just a name, what a big deal...

Well, yes, yes, I don’t care…

not give a damn about……

Huaiya took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, held the notebook and asked in a good voice:

"I'm sorry, Vanguard Garron Glover, can I borrow a few seconds of your time to ask a few questions?"

Glover looked sharply:

"If only for a few seconds."

"Then, how many minutes?"

"No." Zombie said simply, making Huaiya's expression fall.

"Then...for the sake of you pretending to use my name?"

Glover stopped cleaning his sword.

The zombie said nothing, but slowly raised his head and looked at Huaiya.

His movements were slow but extremely oppressive, and his face was stiff and his eyes were lifeless, making people inexplicably panicked.

strangeness.

Why is this big guy looking at me like this?

It was obvious that he was in the wrong, but why did he feel that I was the one who was in the wrong?

Several seconds passed, and Huaiya was so stared at that he felt terrified. Unable to bear it, he finally had to smile awkwardly:

"Okay, okay, then, um, maybe, maybe next time, next time..."

The cold-faced Glover watched Huaiya leave, secretly breathed a sigh of relief from an angle that no one could see, and began to clean his sword again.

fine.

Passed again.

No need to apologize.

But just as Wyatt left, a large bag of almond patties hit the table.

"Hey, Zhenhuaiya, what's going on?"

D.D faced Glover's death glare without any guilt. He bit into the pie and sat down, not forgetting to take another one out of the bag.

"I don't know." Glover stared at Doyle for a while, and finally sighed inwardly, and reluctantly took the almond pie from D.D. It’s not enough to ask once. Ask again and again in another way.”

D.D frowned and looked into the distance: Rolf was sitting on the box in the corner, tinkering with his worn-out combat right leg prosthesis. Wyatt came to him cautiously and coughed.

Rolf snorted without raising his head.

What happened to this self-righteous young master?

Coming to collect payment?

Huaiya smiled brightly:

"Hey Rolf, old friend, did you do well yesterday? How's your leg?"

As he finished speaking, there was only a click, and Rolf's badly worn combat prosthetic limb was suddenly disconnected from the connection and fell to the ground.

A metal lock popped out of the prosthetic leg and rolled on the ground.

Rolf raised his head, looked at Huaiya coldly, and made several gestures:

【What do you think? 】

Huaiya looked at this scene awkwardly and blinked.

"It seems you may have to use those old cold legs again... By the way, I have a question..."

Before he could finish his words, Rolf pulled up his arms and turned towards the wall with a cold groan.

Leave only the back to Wyatt.

The attendant stood there stupidly, before he could close his mouth.

"Maybe you don't want to disturb him at this time, really Wyatt," D.D said loudly, waving the pie at Wyatt and Rolf happily, "The mute, um, encountered something yesterday, yes. Some unbreakable concerns.”

An unbreakable concern?

Huaiya was stunned.

The next second, Rolf turned his head sharply!

What? How did he...

Rolf first looked at D.D in disbelief, and then he figured out what was going on. He looked at Glover and showed his middle finger in a mixture of shock and anger:

[You are so paralyzed that you can’t keep your mouth shut, you can’t hold back your words, you can’t keep secrets, you’re alive, you have no parents, you’re dead, you have no children, you eat when you eat, you shit on bugs, you don’t deserve to be fucked, you’re an orphan, you’re a horrible zombie who’s being fucked in his turn...]

Glover was stunned and shook his head subconsciously:

"No, I didn't! It wasn't me! I didn't say anything! I don't know anything... Damn it! Damn you, D.D!"

He felt he was wronged but didn't know how to defend himself. In the end, he could only look at D.D with a proud and unconscious face with great resentment.

"Unbreakable concern? What do you mean?" Huaiya looked at the circle of gestures and responses suspiciously, confused.

Zombies and mutes froze together

Rolf swallowed, his breathing quickening.

Glover frowned hard and squeezed the rag tighter and tighter.

"Ah, it's so obvious, can't you see it?"

Guard Doyle pointed at Rolf's prosthetic leg cheerfully:

"His prosthetic leg! Look, there are so many worries, so many connections - oh, it's broken now, haha, isn't that a worry that's hard to break?"

The words fell.

"Boom!"

Rolf's other prosthetic limb landed heavily.

The mute stared at D.D coldly, looking unhappy.

Glover's eyes became more and more terrifying.

Huaiya felt that he had heard a bad joke and looked at him bored and helpless.

"Uh, yes, I'm sorry," D.D felt something was wrong. He put away his smile and subconsciously shrank back, biting the pie and looking at everyone, "Well, you can't even joke about legs, right? I don't Deliberately teasing—no, no, no, no, no, I’m sorry..."

Before he could finish speaking, Glover suddenly stood up, grabbed two pies, and pressed them hard into Doyle's mouth.

"Uh-huh zombies, don't uh-huh, I uh-huh didn't tell you, uh-huh..."

"Why is he so energetic today?" Huaiya ignored the inhumane scene opposite, pulled out a chair, put down his notebook, and expanded his chest.

"Uh-huh, I'm really kidding. Why, uh-huh..."

[Because he is a bad pen. ] Rolf gestured coldly.

"Because he got the bedside bear back," Glover let go of his hand angrily, letting go of D.D who was coughing in pain: "Also, Lord Mallos is still in bed."

"oh."

Huaiya was flipping through his notes and suddenly realized what he said.

"What did you write on it?" a female voice came from the side.

Everyone turned their heads, and a sassy figure walked towards them.

"Mira!"

D.D swallowed a mouthful of pie, stood up quickly, and opened his arms in surprise:

"Isn't this my savior, the Neverwinter Sword of the North, the invincible Iron Warrior, the brave and fearless good girl Mira!"

Miranda, who was already familiar with the atmosphere of the Guards, didn't even raise her head, and walked past the disappointed D.D as if nothing happened (she took out a piece of pie), sat down next to Wyatt, and looked at the notebook on the table.

"Nothing, Ms. Arend," Wyatt shook his head and spread out his notes, "Just some... summary records."

"Just call me by my name. After all, we are both training under Teacher Chartier." Miranda's black gloves disappeared, replaced by densely wrapped bandages. "What kind of summary record?"

What's worse, am I going to call you "Chief Miranda"?

Huaiya complained silently.

"And we are still good comrades, Mira, remember?" D.D tried his best to squeeze into the conversation, "I fought with that Lausanne II for three hundred dollars for you..."

"I have recorded some suspicious things," Wyatt ignored the noise made by Doyle, turned a page and pushed it in front of Miranda, "such as this, the skill of Lausanne II."

Glover, who was wiping the blade of his sword, frowned when he heard this:

"What happened to his skills?"

"To put it simply, his strength fluctuates. Sometimes he is so strong that even dozens of people can't help but besiege him. Sometimes, even D.D. can match him."

"Hey, polite!" D.D protested unhappily.

"He is hiding his strength," Miranda looked at the notes carefully and said with certainty, "I fought with him twice. The first time I only felt that he was a strong opponent in the super level, but the second time..."

She squeezed her bandaged hand, thoughtfully.

"Really, but why? An extreme master hiding his strength?" Huaiya asked doubtfully.

"Because he is just like His Highness."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Doyle.

"During the martial arts class, His Highness's 'sea wave' finishing power was quite bluffing and precise in his first few strikes, but when the time was up, he fell to the ground and rolled his eyes. He could only breathe. "D.D tried his best to gesture, "That Luosang is probably the same as His Highness - his strength is limited, so he appears to be strong and weak. Do you know?"

"Don't let His Highness hear this." Huaiya looked around nervously.

"Then we should be strong first and then weak," Glover disagreed. "Shouldn't we be like Lausanne, weak first and then strong?"

"The other way around is that he is usually very weak," D.D said whimsically, "Does he have to meet a certain condition, such as taking medicine, to become stronger?"

Everyone looked at each other, but there was no answer after all.

"And then there's this," Wyatt turned to the next page. "According to everyone's memories and Chief Mallos's subsequent judgment, there is something very strange about Lausanne."

"Isn't Terror Blade still in bed? You can still ask questions?" D.D was surprised.

"Yes, I asked when I went to visit him."

"Awesome, you even dare to disturb him," D.D gave a thumbs up, "I just went to visit Terror Blade and brought a gift, but his attitude is just..."

"The Lord told him to get lost." Glover broke the news from the side, and as expected, he received an angry look from D.D.

"You mean," Miranda looked intently at Wyatt's neatly handwritten notes, interrupting them to get back to the topic, "Lausanne II's injury?"

Wyatt nodded.

"He was hit by Master Bozdorf's arrow at the Diop Mansion and fled in a hurry. However, he showed up at the dock warehouse the next day and fought against the mute and Glover Vanguard, but he was not affected at all, and it was not as if he had been Hurt look."

Glover and Rolf both frowned.

Miranda focuses on:

"And he endured the siege of the guards just a few hours later. He was still strong and strong, with no visible injuries. He even had amazing endurance. He fought hard for a long time without losing strength."

Huaiya nodded and said:

"So, either something went wrong when I compiled the information from everyone's observations, or..."

"It may be some kind of medicine that temporarily covered up his pain," Glover guessed. "I know that there is a wonderful Seer herb, including its close relatives, that was once made into a drug by unscrupulous pharmacists. It can relieve pain without affecting movement, and can also make the spirit high..."

"How do you know?" Waiya asked strangely.

"I've seen people take this drug before," Glover didn't want to say more and turned to the other side, "Mute, when the killer chased him out of the sewer, his mental state was indeed different. He was overly excited and talking nonsense, right? "

Rolf in the corner did not answer, but his expression became more serious.

"Maybe he has special finishing power that can heal wounds in a very short time," Miranda pondered. "When I was in the Ending Tower, I heard that there was a precedent for this in the 'Miracle' series."

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." Huaiya immediately started recording.

At this moment, a worried voice came from the side:

"Extraordinary drop."

Everyone froze and turned their heads.

I saw D.D's uneasy eyes: "It's a strange drop."

"What, what?" Huaiya exchanged suspicious looks with the others and asked unconfidently.

"Extraordinary descent, haven't you heard of this?"

D.D came back to his senses and looked at everyone in disbelief.

Everyone shook their heads together.

"I heard what Toledo said, well, actually he was the one who let me tell him something. Don't tell others." Doyle became seriously serious in a rare moment. He gestured for everyone to gather around. "According to him, Ah, when you rounded up that Lausanne II, he was carrying out an evil deity, and all the life within a ten-mile radius was sucked dry, and there was no grass to grow, and nothing to live on!"

Doyle's tone was rather mysterious and unsettling.

People gathered in a circle look at me and I look at you.

But after thinking about it, Wyas couldn't help but said:

"You have to live without anything... Then how did Commander Marius and the others, including His Highness, survive?"

D.D waved his hand angrily, as if scolding him for interrupting.

"Listen to me, that's a strange drop, a strange drop! The fanatical cultists perform taboo soul-blood sacrifices and draw power from evil ways. It's terrifying and cruel. Of course, the flesh and bones of the living dead are not a problem, but The price is also unimaginable, maybe a living person must be sacrificed every time, blood and flesh must be drank, skin and bones must be peeled off..."

Everyone was silent for a while, and then retreated in unison.

"Crazy." Glover said disdainfully.

"Superstitious." Waiya curled his lips and shook his head.

"Hmph." Rolf looked contemptuous.

"Next." Miranda was too lazy to listen.

"Oh, there are many people in Nan'an who believe in this evil thing... Don't believe it, then how do you explain that Lausanne II!" Doyle said anxiously.

But Waiya has already turned to the next page:

"There is also his superpower. Although he defeated Lausanne II, we still haven't figured out how it works. According to the mute, it is quite rare to affect mental superpowers..."

"Time awareness."

"What?" Wyatt looked at Miranda who suddenly spoke.

"There was an old gardener at Cold Castle. He was very old and confused and couldn't recognize people. He always thought I was my grandmother," Miranda recalled. "He told me about my uncles - as if they were still children. ”

"I know that my aunt had this condition before she died," Doyle said. "She would think that when she was young, she would always mistake me for my grandfather and cry for me to marry her instead of her sister. ”

"Wow," Wyatt said in disbelief, "Your grandfather is so... um, happy?"

"That's because you don't know my grandfather," Doyle sighed. "Believe me, if I didn't marry him and start a family, the truly happy person would be my aunt."

"Many people become so demented and confused when they get old, they feel they are still young," Miranda said.

"I'm good at this, I don't even have to wait until I get older," D.D said happily, "When I open my eyes every morning, I feel like I'm still eighteen years old..."

"He's eight years old," Glover snorted disdainfully, "After all, when you open your eyes, you're a stuffed bear."

Doyle shut up and held out a pie.

"In short, these elderly people have problems with their memory cognition, and they cannot distinguish which memories are from the past and which are from the present."

"That means..." Huaiya had some realization.

Miranda nodded and continued: "The power of Lausanne II is not to create hallucinations, but to temporarily confuse memory and disturb our sense of time, that is, the perception of time sequence, making us forget the present and think that we are still alive. past."

"Like a dream?" D.D asked.

"People are conscious of their dreams, and they vaguely know that they are fake and just dreams," Miranda shook her head, "but in his powers, you can't tell - because those are our memories and they are real events. The scenes we have seen are unmistakable and flawless, making us convinced and unable to extricate ourselves.”

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Our memories...

Scenes that really happened...

Convinced and unable to extricate myself...

"Fuck him!" Glover slammed the table.

"Don't worry, he's dead." Doyle breathed out glumly.

"Ms. Allende, how did you see this?" Wyatt asked doubtfully.

"His Highness said it, and I don't know why, but he seems to be very sure that it has something to do with time." Miranda also shook her head. "The rest is my own reasoning - my power of termination has special effects on human body perception." understanding.”

"As expected of Your Highness," Huaiya sighed, his tone full of admiration and powerlessness: "And you, madam, are indeed the chief seed."

"He is indeed a prince," Doyle crossed his arms equally solemnly: "And you, Mira, are worthy of being the chief seed."

Rolf in the corner curled his lips in disdain.

Glover looked at the two people with a strange expression, held it in for a long time, and whispered: "Um, that's right."

Come on, the chief has nothing to do with this.

Miranda raised her eyebrows, resisted the desire to complain and roll her eyes, and turned to the next page of the note.

"According to the memories of Lord Mallos and Glover Pioneer," Huaiya came back to his senses, "Losanne II's abilities, both in terms of activation timing and continuous effects, appear chaotic, disorganized, and even difficult to Control, this is incompatible with his exquisite and accurate swordsmanship that is unrivaled. According to His Highness, Lausanne's swordsmanship and supernatural powers cannot be used at the same time. Once he starts to use his energy, his powers will be weakened..."

"Indeed, the exquisite swordsmanship and the chaotic and difficult-to-control supernatural powers are incompatible with each other. He seems to be full of contradictions." Miranda pondered.

"What do you mean?" Doyle was confused.

"When you go to the battlefield, will you carry two mutually exclusive weapons? Especially when you can only choose one of the two at the same time?" Glover asked coldly.

"Isn't this normal? You can practice swordsmanship on your own, but superpowers are innate," D.D chewed on the pie. "Just like me, handsome and unrestrained, with extraordinary bearing, but my parents chose me as an ordinary person." name."

Everyone covered their faces in unison and groaned helplessly.

"Teacher Chatiel said that a warrior's fighting method, style, finishing power, weapons, abilities, and even personality should all be unified and coordinated. The heart of the sword must never leave the foundation of the sword," Huaiya thought, "The higher the level you want to reach, the more you need to do this, otherwise it will be difficult to create a powerful warrior."

"That's not what Old Joaquin said," D.D said sarcastically. "He said that you have to study a hundred different schools of thought, practice multiple arts, and learn from your opponents, so that you can finally see yourself."

"This is actually not a contradiction," Huaiya said. "Speaking of this, that guy came from the same school as you. Do you have any new information to provide?"

"Yes," D.D said without shame, "he is dead."

Everyone sighed together.

"Speaking of this, this also makes me wonder: Why did Lausanne II hide his identity?" Wyatt picked up the pen.

"It's easy to understand. Anyone who does bad things dares to be fair..."

"No, it's more than that. According to my investigation," Huaiya turned to another page, "When he caught up with you in the sewer, his identity was revealed because of the female gang leader, and he was recognized as a blood bottle. The gang's former killer..."

"But he still covered his face carefully, even putting the mask back on if it was torn, as if he was afraid of being recognized in public." Glover remembered something, "Why?"

"Is it possible that he is not actually Lausanne," Miranda asked, "but that he is just assuming the name of Lausanne II? And that there is someone else under that mask?"

"I don't think Kathleen will admit her mistake. She is the boss after all." Glover shook his head.

"In short, there are too many doubts about this guy. If you peel off one layer, there will be another layer." Huaiya frowned, "There are so many things that I still can't figure it out."

"In any case, he is dead," D.D felt at ease. "With such a powerful explosion at close range, even if you are lucky enough to survive, your skin and flesh will be charred, your arms and legs will be missing, and you will not be able to breathe for a long time."

Everyone nodded silently with lingering fears.

"What is this page? A map?"

"That's right, I asked someone to get it from the Police Department, a map of the Emerald City's jurisdiction."

Huaiya took out a map from his notes and spread it out for everyone to see:

"Here, here, and here, these are the areas where the Blood Bottle Gang has been attacked in the past few weeks. Based on the information obtained by the undercover officer Glover Vanguard, I then cross-checked it with the documents in the security hall and tried to By circling the location of the crime and adding in the time, we can deduce the approximate number of attackers—most likely Lausanne II and his associates—and even their hiding places, but..."

"but what?"

Huaiya hesitated for a few seconds and pointed to a few red dots on the map:

"The attacks on the Blood Bottle Gang can indeed form a circle, covering half of the Emerald City, but they are unevenly distributed - for example, here, the Harvest Casino was attacked several times, and at least six gang members died. The same goes for this underground black boxing ring, with boxers missing every week..."

"That's the business of Garmandia and Gutierrez, two ruthless characters." Glover gritted his teeth.

Huaiya continued: "But within the same radius, here, the theater street where the skin and flesh business is engaged in is singing and dancing, and not a single attack has occurred. And here, the paper mill and the weaving mill protected by the Blood Bottle Gang are also in peace."

"This is Franco and Jaga's territory. Don't worry, they are dead." Glover snorted.

"In short, this big circle, the scope of these attacks, it is unevenly thick and thin, just like..." Wyatt pointed at the big circle he drew on the map, hesitating.

"Like someone eating pie without paying attention," D.D had an idea, "One spoonful in the east, one fork in the west, digging into holes?"

"Uh, right?" Huaiya said reluctantly.

Everyone frowned.

"Because Lausanne II was not a random attack, but a planned and directional attack: under Catherine, the leaders like Garmandia and Gutiérrez were targeted to provoke their dissatisfaction, while the other half The bosses, Franco and Jaga, were deliberately spared, favoring one over the other in order to incite conflict between the bosses.”

Glover said coldly:

"We have all seen the result: the gang members who were too damaged were full of resentment. Instigated by Red Viper and the Wanderer, they set fire to the gang members who had been quiet and enjoying their gains. Katherine was overthrown and stepped down. ”

No one else could talk about this topic, so Huaiya could only nod:

"Maybe."

Huaiya thought of something and turned to another page:

"But speaking of 'Phantom Blade' Kathleen, Officer Glover and the mute said that you escaped into a remote sewer together, a place that even the officials of Emerald City didn't know about and where the Blood Bottle Gang's power was out of reach. , dark and narrow, like a maze... But if even the Blood Bottle Gang doesn't know about that place, how did Lausanne II find you? "

"Is there a traitor? Did you betray your position to him?"

"Kathleen said that there are people in the Blood Bottle Gang who specialize in training hounds and are especially good at tracking." Glover pondered for a while, "And we just fought our way out of the fire in the warehouse, and we can't wash away the filth all over us. "

"This still doesn't make sense. If he really used the Blood Bottle Gang's hounds to track you, but only Luosang showed up in the end, and no other gang members, why?"

"Because of his superpower, he can't tell the difference between friend and foe," Miranda guessed. "Besides, with his skills, bringing more people is just a burden."

"Because he doesn't want more people to know about what he did? And he doesn't trust his accomplices, or should I say, former accomplices?" Doyle rarely said something that didn't make everyone frown and groan.

Wyatt thought for a while.

"Then this brings up the next question. If Lausanne II returns to the Emerald City to avenge his past, then..."

"What happened to the Blood Bottle Gang back then," Miranda took over, "What does it have to do with Catherine? What made Lausanne II so angry, so patient, and waited so many years before coming back here for revenge? "

"That Kathleen, where did she go?"

Huaiya was slightly lost in thought: "I need to see her and ask some questions."

"Your Highness let her go," Miranda replied, "She can't come back to Kongming Palace with us. As for where she went, I'm afraid only Your Highness knows."

"And with that woman's character," Glover snorted and looked at Rolf, "I'm afraid she won't give in and won't stop."

Wyatt was silent for a while.

"What about the defense attorney? If I could ask him..."

"No," Glover said, "He was frightened and was mentally disturbed. He called everyone his wife when he saw him. Of course, His Highness has ordered that the public opinion is that he is dead."

"Really, are you sure? Does he really have no sense left? Even a little?"

Rolf shook his head.

Huaiya still refused to give up: "What about his wife? Are there any clues..."

"We have investigated and found that his wife is insane and crazy. She has been raised in the country. It is said that she has been childless for many years and is too stressed." Miranda shook her head. "In recent years, people have often advised him to divorce and remarry, but he always refused. "

Doyle frowned:

"Sounds like a good, dedicated man."

"A good person?" Glover shook his head disdainfully, "Humph."

"Then how did you arrange for him?"

"The old place - I mean the sewers," Glover said, "After going crazy, he seems to fit in there very well, at least he can play well with some stupid big deformed man."

There was silence.

Miranda sighed:

"It's a pity. With so many murder cases covered up by Duke Zhan, I originally thought he would be the breakthrough."

Huaiya also nodded with regret, but his words changed:

"But it's not like there's no clue, look here."

Huaiya turned to the very back page of his notebook. On it were long hand-drawn tables:

"These victims, Dagory Moss is a businessman and white glove, responsible for making money and business intelligence, Diop is in charge of secret accounts, responsible for contacting outsiders like the Blood Bottle Gang, and Jeff Rene He is the former director of the Security Department. Srimani also worked in the Security Department and is now a defender for the powerful people in the Emerald City... I found that these four people have something in common. "

D.D looked dizzy:

"Um, are they all men?"

Huaiya paused.

"Are they all rich?"

"Are they all bald?"

Miranda sighed: As expected of Cohen's relative.

Huai Ya had no choice but to take a pen and click on the notebook:

"Seriously, these four people have all worked for Emerald City or Kongming Palace. At least they can be related."

D.D scratched his head: "His Highness said that they are in a special position and the reason why they are dying is to attack Kongming Palace."

Huaiya nodded:

"And they are all people with good reputations and status. Their resumes, even if they don't say they have a prosperous official career, are at least smooth sailing."

Miranda's eyes moved.

"Then that brings up the next question," Huaiya said. "According to what you said, before Slimani died, oh, before he went mad, he once said to His Highness: There is another person who has been silenced these days, but it is... An underground boxer who fights black boxing?”

Glover frowned: "Yes."

D.D scratched his chin and tried to pretend to be participating in the conversation: "The gangster who fights black boxing..."

"From the four respectable people before to this underground boxer...the identities are too different. Who is this boxer?" Miranda said keenly.

"His Highness asked us to check when he came back: I just got today the list of all the missing underground boxers in the past two months when the Blood Bottle Gang was attacked. There are more than ten names, and basically they are all related to the Blood Bottle Gang. But I don’t know which one it is, I’m still confused.” Huaiya shrugged.

"We can go find Gutierrez from the Blood Bottle Gang. The black boxing ring is his place," Glover snorted. "Tie him up and let Morgan, the loud-mouthed guy, question him."

"Good idea," Huaiya nodded, "Unfortunately, the Blood Bottle Gang has just experienced a firestorm, and it will definitely be difficult to start now."

"And don't forget, Duke Zhan must be quite dissatisfied with what happened yesterday, and now he is eyeing our every move." Miranda said.

"His Royal Highness Thales personally went out to deal with him, there will definitely be no problem." D.D finally found a familiar topic.

"Another point……"

Huaiya continued to talk, and unknowingly, everyone was listening carefully:

"According to what you said, although Defender Slimani is respected, he is a coward who faints when he sees a weapon."

"At least before going crazy, yes." Glover confirmed.

"Then why is he so confident? Knowing that there may be problems behind so many murder cases, he still has the courage to pursue it? Until he is targeted and his own life is endangered?"

"Is it because of the kindness of my old boss? The dead former director of security, Jeff Rene?"

"Favour? I don't think so." Glover shook his head in denial.

"Professional instinct?" Doyle shrugged, "Defender - my family has a lot of lawsuits, and I have dealt with a lot of people like this."

"Because he is timid." Miranda suddenly spoke, attracting everyone's attention.

"How to say?"

Miranda raised her head with sharp eyes:

"It is precisely because Slimani was guilty and afraid of death, so after seeing those murder cases, he was afraid that he would be the next to die, so he wanted to find out and find peace of mind."

Everyone was stunned.

"Is it so ironic? You were afraid of death, so you pursued, pursued, and killed yourself?" D.D asked doubtfully.

"Is this some kind of dramatic self-fulfilling prophecy?" Glover asked.

But Miranda was silent, thinking.

After a few seconds, Huaiya's expression changed and he reacted:

"I understand. The key here is: Why did Slimani feel guilty after seeing those murders? Why did he feel that he would be the next to die?"

Miranda nodded and said decisively:

"Because he is one of them."

"What kind of member? What kind of thing?" D.D was confused.

"One of the people who was silenced! They - Moss, Diop, Rene, Slimani, plus the guy who played black boxing, five people, they are not alone, and they were not killed one after another to provoke us and Kong Ming Palace," Huaiya said, the more surprised he became, "On the contrary, they must have some internal connection, maybe they are members of the same secret society, maybe they are both involved in a certain secret, maybe they both know someone, maybe they have done the same thing. thing……"

Miranda raised her head and said with certainty:

"And it's very possible that that's why these people were silenced and the news was covered up after their deaths."

Everyone froze.

"I, I have to take the time to talk to the clerk at the local city hall," Wyatt thought with a serious look on his face, "I need more detailed resumes of these deceased people... more information."

He stood up and was about to walk out, but was stopped by Miranda.

"Waiya, there are so many records in your notebook, so many doubts, so many... details," Miranda narrowed her eyes, "You wrote them down one by one after you discovered them?"

"right."

Huaiya came back to his senses and forced a smile:

"Unlike Your Highness and you, Ms. Arend. I am stupid and slow to react. I can only use this stupid method. If I don't understand something, I will write it down and remind myself of these clues."

Rolf snorted in the corner.

You should take a look at his room. The walls are covered with papers, one after another, full of words and colorful diagrams. Even the ceiling is covered.

Miranda studied him for a long moment.

"I know, my strength is limited," Huaiya said with a wry smile as he was not used to being stared at by her. "I'm not as lucky as you to be able to share His Highness's worries by fighting with a sword and risk your life..."

"I don't want this luck for you anymore." D.D immediately raised his hand.

"...The tasks assigned by the superior are the easiest, most boring, and least valuable. I use my father's position and reputation to get close to various officials..."

"Easiest?" Glover curled his lips.

Huaiya spread his hands: "All in all, I can only try my best to contribute as much as I can."

"No, you are very powerful, squire," the female swordsman praised, "I know why Shadiel accepted you."

Huaiya was flattered and a little embarrassed.

"He is indeed the son of a cunning fox." Glover's words made Huaiya's smile stiffen slightly.

"No, my stepmother has dealt with Count Castle. She said that he is naturally alert and knowledgeable, and is a rare genius." D.D flipped through the notebook and looked at the beautiful handwriting on it that he could never practice in ten lifetimes. , surprised and uncertain, "But look at this, Huaiya, you definitely can't be a genius."

Everyone, including Huaiya, was stunned.

"Uh, polite?" Glover whispered.

"Because you are Wyatt."

D.D put down his notes, gave up the idea of ​​"maybe I can do it too", and sighed:

“Unlike any other Waiyar—the real Waiyar.”

As soon as these words came out, Huaiya's expression changed.

Others turned their heads subconsciously.

Glover frowned and said bravely: "Polite?"

But unexpectedly, after being stunned for a long time, Huaiya suddenly smiled.

He took a deep breath, sincerely and calmly:

"Thank you, Guardsman Doyle."

"Have you reported these findings and doubts to His Highness?" Miranda asked.

"No, it's not too late," Huaiya shook his head, "Time is in a hurry, Lord Mallos is bedridden, and His Highness has been very busy these days. He already has enough things to worry about."

"Like running away from home and dating your fiancée?" Miranda joked once in a while, and everyone laughed.

"Don't mention this," D.D sighed painfully. "Yesterday, I returned to the theater to take over the job. The most painful thing was to explain to Caguire, who was responsible for monitoring the prince, that the prince was not missing, but was just chatting with Kevin Di. Miss Er is playing hide and seek with couples..."

Huaiya remembered something and turned around suddenly, startling everyone.

"What's wrong?"

"I remembered," Waiya said in a daze, "His Royal Highness said that Slimani went to the theater yesterday to find the person you mentioned - the Kaguire security officer."

"So?" Doyle didn't know why.

Huaiya's face became more solemn:

"So, if the defense attorney is really 'one of them' and becomes suspicious after seeing the murder and wants to pursue it, what channels will he use?"

Miranda's eyes moved.

"More than that, when the wine merchant was killed, it was this Caguire who took Alende and me to the prison to check," Glover said with a cold look on his face, "and he was so eloquent that he shied away from responsibility and told us that the wine merchant He was killed by someone hired by the enemy."

"The defense attorney will not go to him for no reason. This local police officer must know something. Maybe it is the reason why these deceased people were silenced!" Miranda frowned.

"I will report directly to His Highness Thales," Huaiya nodded, "Today is the selection of the Emerald Celebration. As usual, Kaguire will lead the prince as a tour guide and accompany him throughout the process."

"I'm going to see if the horror--Master Mallos is awake," Miranda mused. "He needs to know this."

On the other side, Glover looked fiercely:

"Then I'll find some big guys, Morgan or Bastia, and find a sack to carry that Caguire -"

"Wait! That security officer is from Kongming Palace. We can't just kidnap people for interrogation!" D.D grabbed the zombie.

"Something has to be done!" the zombie said dissatisfied.

"Hey, zombies, you don't understand. They help nobles secretly kidnap people. This is the excellent tradition of our guard wing - ahem, expertise." D.D looked around carefully, blinked and showed an evil smile, "Who is it now?" You still need to use sacks, listen to me, what about us, hey, make a plan?"

Plan plan.

Wyatt and Miranda looked at each other with strange expressions, but they nodded anyway.

Everyone stood up and performed their duties.

"Unexpectedly," D.D looked at Huaiya who was adding something in his notebook, and whispered to Glover, "Huaiya really has this ability."

"Everyone has his or her own strengths." Zombie said concisely.

"What about you, how did you get along with the mute yesterday?" D.D pointed at Rolf in the distance, "You guys were quite lively in the game today..."

Glover's expression changed.

"Bah, I didn't die in his hands, even if the gods are alive, the holy sun is holy, and the setting sun is blessing me," the zombie said viciously, "That sheep is playing with the wind -"

"Eh?" D.D's eyes widened.

"what happened again?"

"you've changed."

"What has changed?"

"No, I suddenly discovered that you seem to be much more cheerful," Doyle was pleasantly surprised. "Compared to before, your temper has become better and you talk more. Even the sentences you speak are a lot longer? "

What?

Open, cheerful?

Grover was stunned.

"Besides, you don't seem to object to me calling you a zombie anymore?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Grover suddenly changed his expression!

"snort!"

He grunted angrily, punched the table with his fist, and walked away.

"Hey, don't leave," D.D couldn't catch up, "Aren't we planning to kidnap people..."

At this moment, there was only a muffled sound, and the door to the room was violently pushed open!

Several people were suddenly shocked, and Grover even raised his sword.

"Flag Officer Fubi's order! Everyone, those who are on vacation will return to their posts immediately, and those who are on duty will work overtime. As for the wounded, as long as they can still move their fingers, they will assemble and set off immediately..."

The person who broke in was the Conmuto escort. He was panting and anxious: "Today the prince will attend the election. We will protect him throughout the whole process, and we will be on the highest alert!"

Only then did Huaiya and others feel relieved.

"But the election will only start in the afternoon. Isn't it too early now?" Huaiya asked doubtfully.

"Highest alert?" Glover didn't understand.

"That's right, because something big happened just now!"

Conmuto was anxious, making everyone nervous:

"Just this morning, an official in Emerald City was killed!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Another one?" Glover put the sword back into its sheath.

"Six people, six lives." Huaiya squeezed the notebook tightly.

"I heard that he was executed in a horrible manner with his head removed, and the whole city was in an uproar. The Emerald Legion was dispatched - there is no time, move quickly!" Conmuto added hurriedly.

Everyone moved subconsciously, but Miranda frowned:

"Then why are you so nervous? Why do even the wounded have to--"

"Because rumors of evil intentions spread in the city!"

Conmuto gritted his teeth:

"It is said that the man behind the murder of the deceased is - His Highness Thales!"

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

There was silence in the room.

"No, come again?" Huaiya remembered something and couldn't believe it.

With a clang, Rolf stepped on the asymmetrical metal prosthetic leg and landed. He was limping but with a stern expression. He grabbed the weapon and walked out.

"Why? Why are the rumors spreading like this?"

Miranda suddenly had an ominous premonition: "Who is the deceased?"

Conmuto sighed:

"It's an old acquaintance, the special security officer sent by Kongming Palace to be responsible for His Highness's security. The one who has been accompanying him all these days -"

Everyone's breath froze.

"Caguire."

Snapped!

The pie bag on the table fell to the floor.

"I, I just, my..."

Everyone who was still shocked turned their heads.

Doyle was seen holding up the last surviving almond pie and looking at everyone in shock:

"It's really just a plan!"