Quadruple split

"who do you think You Are!"

With a sharp shout, a raging fighting spirit suddenly exploded from Buffy Marshall's body, wrapping his whole body in a ball of silver flames. He slapped his palm hard on the table, causing the entire hall to shake slightly. After a moment, he stared at the laughing orange-haired girl with splitting eyes: "You want me to be irredeemable? You want me, one of the nine lords of the Violet Empire, the noble Grand Duke Buffy Marshall to be irredeemable? Just because of your ability Made up lies and slander? I warn you, little girl, if I want to kill you now..."

"If you can kill me in front of His Majesty the Emperor and all the Grand Dukes~" Futaba took a small step back under the invisible pressure. Her face was a little pale, but the smile at the corner of her mouth became more open: "Then this empire can really rot~"

Grand Duke Baroka stood up suddenly and let out a deep roar: "Marshall, do you want us all to be ashamed because of you!"

After saying that, he raised his thick arms and bent his knees slightly to rush towards Buffy Marshall.

But someone moves faster than him...

Two figures in dark purple tights appeared next to Marshall like ghosts, and instantly clamped down on the latter's hands. Two black hooded figures stood in front of Futaba and Emperor Clairvaux respectively, holding them up. Two heraldic shields composed of a mixture of at least three elements appeared. In addition, a purple-robed mage holding a long staff appeared in each of the four corners of the Purple Nine Hall. A large number of complex and mysterious elemental arrays were surrounding them. Quickly taking shape, two figures holding long bows and wearing leather armor also appeared on the chandelier hanging high in the dome. They both wore visors as smooth and bright as mirrors, and they took control of everything in an instant. .

"This is Violet." Clairvaux Bresne's somewhat frail body straightened up, his original artist-like temperament had all gone, and there was a chilling sullenness burning in the old man's eyes, which was slightly cold. But the still gentle voice actually made everyone suffocate. Even Vernon Baroka, who was able to tear apart tigers with his bare hands when he was young and had the strength of a great knight, shuddered for a moment, and then sat back down in despair. In his seat, Buffy Marshall quickly calmed down and immediately dissipated the illusory silver flame on his body.

Only Futaba was still laughing unscrupulously, tilting her body to reveal half of her head from the side of the mirrored man in front of her, looking at Buffy with eyes full of teasing: "That's right, that's right, this is not your home. Backyard~The noble Grand Duke Buffy Marshall, pfft, ha, ha ha ha ha~~"

"Buffy, of course I will forgive you for your unintentional mistake, but please control your emotions in the future." Clairvaux said lightly, and then waved gently, and the two people beside the Archduke Marshall The mirror man immediately released his restraint.

"And Miss Futaba."

Clairvaux looked at the girl behind the other mirror man and frowned slightly: "I also hope you will restrain your words. You must know that you are only attending this meeting on behalf of Grand Duke Fire Claw, although our theme seems to be different. Changed, but this does not mean that your previous deceptions and lies will be wiped out, nor does it mean that you can withstand the anger of a lord. If I do not get a satisfactory explanation, then I will add An emperor."

Futaba raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips and blinked cutely: "Did I offend you?"

"Not yet." Clairvaux shook his head, and then said softly: "But not just 'yet'."

Futaba lowered her head pitifully, stretched out her index finger and pointed it at her chest (and then quickly pointed it at Buffy with her middle finger), and asked in a particularly aggrieved tone: "Have I lost your trust?"

"Part of it is lost." Clairvaux nodded slightly, sat back on the chair (those mirror figures disappeared quickly at the same time, as if they had melted into the hall), and crossed his hands tiredly: "But if If you fail to give us a strong explanation next, not only you, but also Duke Fire Claw may lose the trust of me... and everyone here~"

Futaba immediately nodded happily and pointed at the Grand Duke Marshall with a smile on his face: "So all I have to do is prove that he is a scumbag, right?"

Clairvaux did not answer her, but simply asked: "Why did the Fire Claw Territory propose to me to launch this supreme meeting in the name of the Misha County Plague?"

The girl replied without thinking: "For safety."

Clairvaux lowered his eyes and began to read the 'Slave Catcher Investigation Diary' that Futaba had distributed before for the fourth time, and said without raising his head: "Explanation."

"The reason is simple. If we hold this meeting on the grounds that the Marshall family is capturing civilians and selling them as slaves, then we will give him enough time to react." Futaba winked at Buffy Marshall, who was seated again. Then he looked around and said leisurely: "He has a lot of reasons to delay, and even His Majesty Clerval cannot force a lord to rush to the royal capital immediately after receiving the order, or to take a step back. Even if His Majesty takes him to Salamoun immediately after sending a messenger to the Marshall Territory, his cronies will have enough time to erase the evidence. If the situation evolves into that, no matter what the outcome of our discussion in this meeting is, wait until The specific investigation link will also be in vain. Of course, I personally feel that as long as we hold this meeting with any word involving 'slave', then the Duke of Marshall will be stuck on the last day or simply come ten and a half days later. The moon is a sure thing, you don’t even have to think about it~”

Grand Duke Baroka nodded seriously.

Grand Duke Crystal Wolf pursed her lips in embarrassment. She was the one stuck on the last day.

Grand Duke Hussein snorted disdainfully.

The three Grand Dukes, Fernand, Dantes and Simon, all had expressionless faces.

"Oh, by the way, Duke Emmeline, don't be shy. I know very well that you were busy with the safety of the people after hearing the news about the plague, and that's why you delayed it until the deadline." Futaba smiled at the Grand Duke of the Crystal Wolf and revealed A mouth of white teeth: "I admire you very much, little sister~"

Emmeline's face turned slightly red. She secretly made up her mind to protect this little girl from the Fire Claw Territory no matter what after this meeting. She even wanted Old Butler Deku to plan a peach show for her. Red date.

"You really think too much." Buffy Marshall glanced at Futaba coldly and said word by word: "There is absolutely nothing shameful in the Marshall Territory. I have nothing to cover up, and I don't mind anything. form of investigation.”

Futaba immediately clapped her hands (she even retracted her middle finger happily) and said with a smile: "That's great, so let's organize an investigation team to go to your place right now?"

Buffy suddenly felt like she was being hit on the head with a sledgehammer: "You...!"

"Be patient." Clairvaux raised his hand to interrupt Futaba's climbing, and said in a deep voice: "We will not investigate a lord without reason, and what you just said is not enough. To prove Buffy's guilt, the Supreme Council is not a place where you can make changes with your words."

Futaba nodded to express understanding: "It's okay, it's okay, I still have a lot of exciting information in my hand~"

Clairvaux's eyes swept across each lord, and finally stopped on Buffy Marshall's face: "Then, everyone can start asking questions to Ms. Futaba. In the process, Buffy, please forgive me... I hope You can remain silent for now, don’t worry, of course I will give you time to explain.”

The latter smiled bitterly and nodded, with an expression as innocent as possible.

"Sister Futaba."

Emmeline immediately asked Futaba (Buffy cast a dissatisfied glance at her): "You just said you wanted to talk about three points. The first two points are that you have a lot of evidence besides the information in our hands and The Archduke of Marshall used...well, it is suspected that he used retirement and fake deaths to transfer loyal warriors from the three major legions underground and make them into slave-catching teams, so what is the third point?"

Futaba chuckled, and summoned a light element hand that was harmless to humans and animals out of thin air, and made it raise its middle finger to Buffy Marshall, then stretched out his two middle fingers and said: "At that time, I thought The third point is that he is indeed a fool."

Emmeline: "..."

"Watch your words." Duke Ximu Simon looked back at Futaba and said in a flat tone: "If this continues, I will propose to revoke your right to speak and suggest that His Majesty punish you in accordance with the Imperial Code. "

Clairvaux smiled: "I agree."

"Uh-huh, I get it!" Futaba curled her lips and made a face at Grand Duke Simon: "You stingy man, drink cold water~"

Then Baroka stood up holding his piece of parchment and asked Futaba: "This information states that in order to avoid leaking the news, the Marshall family's slave-catching team will move outside the hunting range during the operation. Is it true that all the old, weak, sick and disabled people were killed? Is there any evidence?"

"Of course it's true." Futaba nodded desperately with his hands on his waist, until he almost shook his glasses off before he stopped and said to Baroka seriously: "The evidence is in the Red Garden where we currently live. Moreover, I have also made a backup for the Saramun branch of the Mage Guild, and you are always welcome to investigate."

Grand Duke Baroka glanced sharply at Marshall, nodded to Futaba and sat down.

"I'm very curious." Archduke Fernando, with a shrill voice, supported the table with both hands and struggled to stand on the chair. He shouted to Futaba: "Since everyone has been killed or taken away, where did you get them from? Could it be that the necromancer who happened to be passing by told you the 'evidence'?"

Futaba blinked in confusion, and Buffy Marshall let out a silent sneer.

Then……

‘NI~YE~SHA~X~A? ’

The girl made a series of lip-syncs to Archduke Fernando.

Archduke Fernando: "???"

"It's nothing." Futaba shook his head solemnly. He first gave Archduke Simon a look that said, "He's very serious, serious, and well-behaved." Then he said to Archduke Fernando: "Even inevitable natural disasters will happen. Survivors, not to mention man-made disasters, there are still ten or eight people who have survived from the Marshall slave catching team in the past ten years. Of course, they don’t know the true identity of their enemies, but from these people It’s not a big problem to get some useful information out of your mouth.”

The dwarf archduke nodded noncommittally, and then sat down.

The next one was Duke Scorpius Hussein. He pointed to a line in the parchment in front of him and asked Futaba angrily: "Can you explain to me, what was written on it three years ago? What does it mean that the Marshall family once secretly sold a group of slaves to Hussein's territory?"

"Literally." Futaba didn't even look back at him, just yawned lazily: "But you don't have to worry too much, just the charge of buying some slaves behind your back won't shake you. He holds the position of a Grand Duke, not to mention that you just donated so much money to our Majesty, er, the city wall of Salamoun~ I have a suggestion for you, wait until the meeting is over and then donate some gold coins to everyone here. , you probably have no more responsibility, and oh~ if you secretly give me some money, it’s not impossible to ask me to extract the part about Hussein’s income from the evidence. !”

Grand Duke Simon glanced over again: "Ms. Futaba, please be careful with your words."

"Isn't that the character of the chief judge, you are stupid." Futaba murmured in a low voice, and then smiled at Grand Duke Hussein in a very polite, cute and shy manner: "Is there anything else?"

The latter hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook his head and stopped talking.

"Then, I have two questions that I hope Miss Futaba can help answer." The polite Grand Duke Dantès chuckled, and then asked in the unhurried tone unique to the elderly: "You also said before You know that you have a lot of evidence about the crimes of Archduke Marshall, but ‘evidence’ can often be forged. Can you and Archduke Fire Claw really guarantee the persuasiveness of that ‘evidence’?”

"Of course not."

Futaba immediately said such a shocking statement, and then replied in the same unhurried tone as Grand Duke Dantès: "I said that my evidence is of high quality, quantity and authenticity, and others can also say that it is made of fire. She may be smart, innocent, kind, cute, cheerful, generous, lively, virtuous, and beautiful Ms. Futaba, so the matter of authenticity itself has little value for discussion. The focus is on how to make our evidence 'convincing'~"

Of course Grand Duke Dantès would ask: "How can we be persuaded?"

"It's simple." Futaba snapped his fingers with a smile and raised his chin in the direction of Buffy Marshall: "Send someone to his territory to check, if there are certain things in it, such as account books~ strongholds~ If we meet the relevant personnel, doesn’t that prove that I’m not blind?”

Grand Duke Dantès nodded: "It seems reasonable, then please allow me to raise my second doubt."

Futaba performed a skirt-lifting ceremony in an exaggerated manner: "I'm all ears."

Grand Duke Dantès smiled: "Where did the evidence in your hand come from?"

"I'm glad that someone is finally asking this question."

The half-smile expression on Futaba's face slowly disappeared. She raised her head, and her eyes that seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of mist seemed to penetrate the dome of the Purple Nine Hall, reaching a place that no one could Where you see...

"In the autonomous army in a small place in the Marshall Territory, there is a squad leader named Ned and a squad named Fenrir..."

Chapter 256: End