Master Tongtian

late at night.

House of Thrandis.

Rosen woke up instantly and pricked up his ears to listen.

‘Squeak~squeak~click! ’

An imaginary picture emerged in Rosen's mind.

Someone pulled the wooden bolt of the window, pushed the window open, closed the window again, and then pushed the wooden bolt back again.

"It's so late, is the teacher still awake?" Rosen was slightly curious.

But this was Thrandis's private life after all, and opening the window might just be for ventilation, so it wasn't a big deal.

Rosen did not continue to pay attention.

However, after this, the sleepiness dissipated again, and he continued to review his knowledge of magic.

About half an hour later, the sound of windows opening and closing came again from upstairs, followed immediately by the sound of a woman talking.

Because it was separated by thick wooden boards, the sound was very vague and I couldn't hear exactly what was said, but I could tell it was two different voices, one of which seemed to be complaining.

Rosen's heart moved: "Are you crazy?"

I pricked up my ears and tried to listen carefully, but the sound of the conversation disappeared again, and it never came again after that.

But Rosen couldn't sleep at all, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

Soon, he thought of a possibility.

"The first time the window was opened, the instructor left the room. The second time the window was opened, the instructor returned to the room?"

As soon as this thought came out, another thought came to mind.

"The murder in the south market happened near Thrandis's cabin. And the mentor's appearance almost exactly matches Chaballet's description of the murderer. Now she goes out quietly in the middle of the night. Could it be..."

"No, it's absolutely impossible. Unless the mentor is hiding a crazy third personality, she can't be the murderer."

Having been together at close range for more than a week, each other's every move, every frown and every smile kept popping up in my mind.

He didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who could hide so deeply that he could completely hide it from his eyes.

However, the combination of various coincidences can indeed create a strong suspicion.

In the eyes of people close to him, this suspicion is naturally not worth mentioning, but to strangers, such as the Sheriff, it is enough to make it a key investigation target.

Another thought suddenly popped into my mind.

"Could it be that someone wants to frame the mentor?!"

If this is the case, then there is a reasonable explanation for the instructor's unusual behavior.

She might have felt something was wrong, so she went out in the middle of the night to find out the truth.

Thinking about it this way, Rosen felt that this possibility was very high, much more likely than the possibility that his mentor was the murderer.

"Someone wants to frame my mentor, what should I do?"

"My mentor is far more powerful than me, and my opponent must also be strong. Since she has noticed something is wrong, I will pretend that I don't know anything for the time being."

"Then do you want to tell uncle?"

"It doesn't seem necessary. The tutor herself had many opportunities to tell uncle, but she didn't say anything, which means she had her own considerations. Naturally, I don't need to be meddlesome."

After some weighing, Rosen chose to remain silent.

He simply let go of his thoughts and didn't think about anything.

Soon, sleepiness returned, and he fell into a deep sleep.

A night of silence.

The next day I got up as scheduled. After a busy schedule, I had breakfast with Thrandis.

During the dinner, Rosen took the opportunity to observe the other party carefully. He saw that the other party had bright eyes, a rosy face, and a very good complexion. There was no trace of lack of rest.

"Maybe I didn't go out at all, I just opened the window to get some air."

He simply put away his doubts and kept everything as usual.

After breakfast, I went to the Hound House to paint and collect the money from selling the paintings.

Recently, he has been selling at least one painting every day, and each painting can bring him a huge income of as little as 10 to as much as 25 crowns.

According to Harrick, at least half of the paintings were bought by the same wealthy businessman.

That guy was in the water transport trade. He owned more than a dozen large ships and had a lot of money.

This person is as lustful as life, but his taste is very tricky. He can't find a satisfactory beauty in reality, so he puts all his passion in the virtual world of paintings.

Rosen just listened to these things and did not think about future developments for the time being.

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t have time.

During this time, his mind was almost completely immersed in the world of magic.

While painting, Chabolai came back.

When Rosen finished painting and went downstairs to rest, he saw him sitting at the table drinking alone with a gloomy face.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Xia Bolay was holding his breath and immediately slapped the table with a look of hatred on his face.

"It's been a peaceful week, but something happened again last night! Two more people died, and the death was very tragic!"

Another death last night?

Rosen's heart skipped a beat, and the unusual movement on the second floor last night resurfaced in his mind.

He hurriedly asked: "Is there any clue about the murderer?"

Charbolai took a big gulp of wine, looking unwilling to do so.

"Yes, not only are there clues, I also saw the murderer next to the body!"

"She ran very fast and was very familiar with the roads in the south of the city. I tried my best to catch up, but she still ran away!"

Rosen was a little surprised: "Uncle, you are a high-level warrior, and she is faster than you?!"

Xia Bolai sighed: "If we just talk about running speed, she is certainly no match for me."

"But she can do magic and fly. She can float over a ten-meter-high wall very quickly, but I have to work hard to climb the wall. As soon as I go back and forth, I lose her."

"She can still fly! Uncle, have you seen her face clearly?"

The flying technique consumes quite a lot of mana, but the flying technique that can get rid of Xia Bolay is definitely not slow, which shows that the murderer has quite strong mana.

Xia Bolay shook his head regretfully: "I did see the front a few times, but her face was wrapped in black cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed. The light was dark, so it was really difficult to see clearly."

"However, the clues left behind in the last murder case proved to be completely correct. She was indeed a plump woman."

"Eh, no, the back looks a bit familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere."

Xia Bolay covered his head and fell into thinking.

At this moment, a clear and unfamiliar male voice came from outside the Hound House.

"Monsieur Chaballet, are you there?"

Chabolai raised his voice and shouted: "I'm here, come in."

Soon, a young man walked into the hound house. After seeing Chabolai, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Before Rosen could ask, Xia Bolai took the initiative to introduce him.

"This is Olek. He is also a bounty hunter and a wandering mage. He knows some good spells. Although we have only known each other for a short time, we feel like old friends at first sight."

"During this time, we have been working together to catch the murderer."

He introduced Rosen to Olek: "Rosen, my little brother, is currently a magic apprentice."

Olek smiled heartily: "I have always heard about your deeds from Chabolai, and I finally saw you today. It's a great honor."

Rosen also stood up and greeted the other party.

"Uncle has a bold personality and is honest. To be recognized by him, he must be an upright gentleman. I feel very honored to know you."

Rosen watched the other person carefully as he said these polite words.

He is about twenty-five or six years old, half a head taller than Chapollet, with thick blond shawl-long hair, blue eyes, very bright, three-dimensional facial features, extremely handsome face, and excellent skin condition, with absolutely no The signs of vicissitudes common to ordinary mercenaries.

And when he smiles, his whole person seems to be glowing. Coupled with his decent etiquette and gentle attitude, his every move exudes a strong charm that makes people feel close to him.

Compared with him, Chabollet, who was short, fat and dark, looked like a big black mouse.

Although Rosen has long passed the age of judging books by their appearance, the contrast is really quite big.

He couldn't help but suspect that Oleks became friends with Chabolai partly because he wanted him to complement his handsome face.

Because of the late hour and the fact that Chabolai and Olek had been discussing the details of the murder, Rosen stayed for a while and then stood up to leave.

He ran all the way back to Thrandis' cabin, made a fire to cook, and then greeted the enthusiastic Thrandis.

After some awkward and hectic dealings, he finally coaxed her to go to the second floor to write her thesis, while Rosen began to wash the other party's clothes.

This is something that is commonplace. Rosen has long been accustomed to it and regards it as a daily training course for mana skills.

As I was washing, I discovered an unexpected situation.

When cleaning the cotton inner skirt, Rosen discovered that there were some inconspicuous black stains on the hem of the skirt near the thigh.

'What's this? ’

He pulled his underskirt up to his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was actually the black sludge often seen on the street.

‘This is strange! ’

If mud is stained when going out, it should be on the outer skirt, and the inner skirt is most likely to be stained on the hem of the skirt.

But now, the hems of the inner skirt and outer skirt are very clean, indicating that she has not been out.

It just happened to be where the dirt shouldn't be.

How did this get involved?

Rosen fell into thinking, and soon, he thought of a possibility.

When I went out last night, I must have put on night clothes that are good for mobility. After returning to the room, I changed out of my night clothes and put on my sleeping underwear again.

When changing, a stain on the coat accidentally got onto the inner skirt, but the instructor did not notice it.

In other words, the mentor did go out quietly last night.

The familiar figure that Xia Bolay found next to the body was most likely the mentor who happened to be inspecting the murder scene.

Rosen sighed secretly.

"Teacher, mentor, no matter what, you must be careful."

I finally found a reliable tutor, but I have only been studying for less than two weeks, and I don’t want to be frustrated again.

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