The Divine Hunter

Next to the main banquet hall, the room where most of the debris was piled up and a few benches were placed was the place where the sea scorpion once rested.

The utility room was airtight, not even a single window.

The witcher searched carefully, and was soon disappointed to find that the room was also cleaned several times by the maid, and could not find any useful clues, so Sylvia brought all the Sea Scorpion members over.

"Evelyn, do you still remember when the acrobatic troupe ended the performance in the main banquet hall and came to the room to rest, try to be as specific as possible."

"Sorry, Roy..." Evelyn had just been escorted from the dark dungeon by the soldiers, her ankles were locked with shackles, and her pretty face was still a little dazed, "It's been a long time, I really can't remember the various arrangements that night. Now, I only have a vague impression that the acrobatic troupe started performing at about seven o'clock in the evening, and the performance ended... After eight o'clock, they entered the lounge."

"You, Cantila, can you remember?" Roy turned to the bronze-skinned girl on the other side, who shook his head helplessly, "I am good at scimitars and archery, but memorizing things is not my forte. "

As for Frost the Clown, his whole soul was out of his body and he was in a daze, and the witcher didn't have any hope for him at all.

At this time, Aveline bit her red lips and said hesitantly, "Roy, Master Lesso, in fact, the Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe has always recorded the time and process of each performance in the schedule, which is convenient for reflection and discussion after the performance. To sum up. In the past, when Captain Aaron was still there, he was in charge of recording, and after he left, I was the one doing the work."

"Where is the thing?" Roy asked.

"All the property of the acrobatic troupe was seized by the baron's soldiers..." Aveline said, glancing casually at a group of soldiers guarding the door.

The leading general was Dylan, the officer who escorted the sea scorpion from the execution ground. He was also the person in charge of the dungeon. He led five soldiers with a large string of iron keys and a dark leather whip around his waist. Resistant.

"Your Excellency Dylan... The sea scorpion's log was searched by you, right? Please give it to me immediately..." Roy Anjin's pupils flashed a cold light, looked him up and down again, nodded, in his heart Made a decision, "This is very precious evidence, there can be no mistakes, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to your baron."

There was a flash of annoyance on the young officer's face, and the witcher's tone was like a superior to a subordinate, but because of the baron's orders, he did not dare to disobey.

Shortly after,

"What you want..."

Roy took the diary with thick and yellowed palms and carefully looked at the officer's aggrieved expression, "Evelyn, Cantila, and Floz are all crucial witnesses, and they must stay together. to assist in the investigation. So if Lord Dylan is okay, please leave with your soldiers..."

The officer's face turned into a pig's liver color after hearing this, while the members of the sea scorpion had a hint of happiness on their faces, and cast a grateful look at Roy.

"Witcher..." The officer finally couldn't help his anger, "The baron will never allow such dangerous suspects to move in the castle, I must guard them strictly!"

"Dylan..." At this moment, Sylvia, who had been silent, said, "There are two masters here, safety is not a problem, you step back!"

"Silvia,

But…"

"Don't say it! This is the meaning of the master and the wife, you must cooperate!"

The officer was still reluctant to look at the witcher, and suddenly he was stunned. A strange and terrifying vision appeared in front of his eyes, and a monstrous blood color was reflected in his pupils—numerous tentacles that exuded fishy smell and swayed strangely from the witcher. Behind his shoulders, he stretched out from the viscous blood quagmire and rushed over!

Wrapped tightly around his body, the winding tightened!

Squeeze everywhere, make him twitch, choke.

Dylan stood stiffly on the spot, his eyes turned white and black, like a patient with epilepsy and possessed by a devil, his limbs, chest, abdomen, and even the tips of his fingers trembled violently!

In just two seconds, he was sweating profusely, and a clear wet mark appeared on his trouser legs, exuding a faint smell of urine.

"Your Excellency Dylan, you have done too many unfortunate things, and the ghosts of the dead will settle accounts with you." Roy smirked,

A pair of dark-gold vertical pupils shrunk into prisms, like beasts staring at their prey.

The officer who was completely frightened and burst into tears did not dare to say another word, and fled with his hands.

"Master, you just..." The maid covered her mouth in surprise.

"Ms. Silvia, as you can see, I didn't do anything. Obviously, this guy has an emergency... It is probably a terminal illness." Roy put his hands on his back and shook his head, "Anyway, thank you for your trust. …”

The maid smiled happily, "Dylan has been in the dark dungeon for too long, his words and deeds are perverted, and most people in the castle don't like him, so I'm happy to make him deflate."

"However... I still hope that the two of you can wake up the young master as soon as possible." After speaking, the maid led the way forward.

"Little devil, intimidate his subordinates in the baron's territory," the bald man who had been silent for a long time took a step behind and whispered beside the apprentice, "What do you think?"

"I can't just watch my friends get bullied!" Roy's fists clenched and loosened, a fire seemed to be lit in his chest, and his face was terrifyingly cold, "If they dared—"

"I'll accompany you to kill!" Leto said decisively, twisting his neck.

...

"June 4th, 1261, Château La Valledi, evening, 7:20, "The Battle of the Targets," Cantila, "Flame and Balloons," Corinthian, Floz, "Magic" Quint Flying Knives Whirlwind, Amos, The Dance of the Birth, Evelyn..." The two witchers opened the performance diary and found the latest page, "Four shows, lasting one hour and twenty minutes, So you end the show at 8:40? Then come to this utility room right away?"

"There are still two minutes or so of the closing speech..." Aveline glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner and pondered, "It should be close to 8:35 to enter the room..."

"Is it 8:35? At that time, besides the members of Sea Scorpion, was there anyone else in this lounge?"

Lady Elf shook her head.

The witcher continued to ask, "Did Amos behave abnormally during the rest?"

Aveline looked at Cantila, and the two denied at the same time, "Amos has always been stubborn, and every time he finishes his performance, he will be courteous to Aveline, and the last time was no exception. Practicing Gwent in the corner for a while...everyone can attest to that."

"What time did Ariane La Valetti come to the room to look for him?"

"Very short, it must be no more than ten minutes before we enter the lounge..."

"So, around eight forty-five and before eight-fifty, Arian left the lounge with Quint performer," Roy thought for a moment, "then you, Cantila, Floz, Corinthian stayed in the lounge until the incident?"

"That's right..." Evelyn explained, "It wasn't until we heard the woman's scream that the four of us rushed out..."

"Who discovered Arian, and when?"

The three members of the sea scorpion shook their heads. The incident happened suddenly, and their attention was completely attracted by the screams of the servants, and they did not pay attention to the time at all.

"Master Demon Hunter, let me answer this question..." Sylvia leaned closer to the Demon Hunter and said actively, "Sylvia can't remember other times, but there is one time she will never forget— Every day before ten o'clock, I have to urge the young master to sleep, this is the rule set by the master and his wife, and it has been so for more than ten years."

Sylvia raised her small chin slightly, looked at the air, and recalled,

"Master left the main banquet hall for a while. I was worried that it was time for him to rest, so I glanced at the grandfather clock in the hall. It was 9:20... There were forty minutes left before the master's rest time. I was still relaxed at the time. Tone...but it didn't take long for everyone to hear Rosie's panicked cries."

"Who is Rosie?"

"My good sister, another maid... I talked to her in detail afterwards. She accidentally wet her clothes while serving drinks in the banquet hall, so she went back to the dormitory to change her clothes, but she found out. The unconscious young master lying beside the bed..."

The maid said with a pale face, "It's all my fault... If I had gone to check the young master's safety earlier, there would have been no accident..."

"Ms. Sylvia, you don't have to blame yourself..." Roy glanced at the maid, her figure was plump and soft, neither strong muscles nor magic. "According to the killer's ability, if you rush over, you will only lose your life in vain."

"Now back to the topic, you just said that Arian was found unconscious in the maid Rosie's room."

"As servants, we are not qualified to live alone in a room..." Sylvia explained, "Rosie and the other sisters live in a large shop...the dormitory in the most remote corner of the second floor of the castle..."

"Do you usually lock the door? Are there guards?"

Sylvia shook her head, "In the castle that night, there were only the entrance of the main banquet hall, and the entrances of the corridors leading to the first and third floors were guarded..."

The two witchers looked at each other, exhaled, and remained silent for a long time. The murderer obviously knew where to hide.

"Okay, now to summarize the information we have, according to the confessions of Sea Scorpion and Ms. Sylvia, Master Aryan's accident happened within half an hour from 8:50 to 9:20..."

Roy's sharp eyes swept over everyone present, "Evelyn, the three of you can prove to each other that there is no time to commit crimes...Ms. Sylvia...I believe you won't hurt the children you have seen since childhood...the rest of the situation , the murderer may be Amos, a guest who left the banquet hall halfway, or—" Roy took a deep look at Sylvia, "a servant in the castle!"

A dignified expression appeared on the maid's fair face, and then she shook her head, "Sisters...the sisters are honest people who know the truth, have lived in the baronies for generations, have a clean family background, and have no reason or the courage and ability to harm the young master. !"

"Your words make sense..." Roy said, "In my opinion, the probability of a servant committing a crime is relatively low among the three... We have to find out now..." The guest list was taken out again, and his eyes swept over the names above, "In that half-hour, who has left the banquet hall?"

The banquet hall on the second floor of the Castle of La Valledi was large enough to accommodate hundreds of guests, and there were only twenty-four that night, which was not too many.

"Can you reconvene the guests?"

"Sorry, most of the guests have left the place, so I can only ask the sisters." Sylvia pondered, "I remember that that night, in order to show respect and attention to the guests, Master and Madam gave each guest a Assigned a personal maid..."

"Those sisters...should know the whereabouts of the guests they look after."