Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 200: Planning Plan

Empty Bright Palace, the camp of the Star Lake Guards.

"Please, Servant Officer Caso," Conmutuo sat on the bunk with a bandaged arm, with a helpless expression, "Just let me go! I'm not like them, I swear I'm not out there I've used your name, it's all other Wyas, sorry, it's all other people..."

Wiya Casso, who was holding the notebook, turned black.

It's fine.

It's okay.

Calm down.

"That's not what I'm asking," Huaya struggled to squeeze out a social smile, "Please, guard Conmuto, 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..."

"Neither!"

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

"What's wrong?"

Conmutuo's eyes brightened, as if receiving amnesty:

"Who is that, just in time, the prince's attendant has something to ask you!"

Wiya was stunned when he heard the words, but Lao Kong ignored the injured arm hanging on his chest, jumped off the bunk and rushed out of the room, disappearing into the corridor, as if the back kitchen was ready to put food .

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

"Yes, I have a few questions to ask... oh, it's d.d, that's all."

After speaking, Wyya shook her head and sighed, passing Doyle in disappointment.

d.d just brought back a bag of almond patties from the dessert shop. He was full of doubts, and he was embarrassed because the hand that handed out the pie was only halfway out of the way.

Wiya walked to a table, a strong back covered in bandages was sitting at the table, carefully wiping the saber.

"Hey, Glover Vanguard..."

The sturdy back froze.

"Once."

While recovering, Glover turned his head and wiped the rag back and forth dozens of times on the same spot on the sword: "I, um, I did once."

But just once.

Really, only once.

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

"Your name."

My name?

Wiya was stunned for a second before reacting.

"What? You, you? You too... why you? How could it be you? I don't understand, it's okay for others, but why do you want to..."

With his words, Glover's expression became more and more indifferent and stiff, which made Wya realize something and quickly shut his mouth.

No no no, Wya Cassel, no, you're not asking this, not this...

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

Well, yeah, yeah, don't care...

Don't care...

Wiya took a deep breath and calmed down, holding the book and asking in a good voice:

"Sorry, Vanguard Karen Glover, can I borrow a few seconds of your time to ask a few questions now?"

Glover stared sharply:

"If only a few seconds."

"How about a few minutes then?"

"No." The zombies were neat and tidy, making Wya's expression stunned.

"Then... for the sake of using my name?"

Glover's wiping his sword stopped.

The zombie didn't say a word, just slowly raised its head and looked at Wyah.

His movements are slow but extremely oppressive, his face is stiff, and his eyes are dead, which makes people inexplicably flustered.

Strange.

Why is this big guy looking at me like that?

Obviously...but why do I feel that the wrong person is me?

Several seconds passed, Wyah was staring at the heart, and he couldn't stand it and finally had to smile awkwardly:

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

The cold-faced Glover watched Wyah leave, let out a sigh of relief from an angle no one saw, and started wiping the sword again.

Alright.

It's over again.

No need to apologize.

But before Wyya left, a large bag of almond patties hit the table.

"Hey, what's wrong with True Wyya?"

d.d stared at Glover's death without a guilty conscience, he bit the pie and sat down, not forgetting to take another one from the bag.

"I don't know," Glover stared at Doyle for a while, before finally sighing inwardly, reluctantly accepting the almond pie handed by d.d, "It's been a few days, I'll just take it when I'm free. To arrest someone for questioning, it is not enough to ask one more time, but to ask back and forth in another way.”

d.d frowns and looks into the distance: Rolf is sitting on a box in the corner, jingling trimming his frayed combat prosthetic right leg, when Wyya cautiously approaches him, coughing one sound.

Rolfe snorted without looking up.

What happened to this self-righteous young master?

Come to collect money?

Wya smiled brightly:

"Hey Rolf, old friend, did a good job yesterday? How were your legs?"

The voice fell, and only Kacha made a sound, and Rolf's heavily worn combat prosthesis was abruptly disconnected from the connection and fell to the ground.

A metal lock also popped out of the prosthesis, rolling on the ground.

Rolfe raised his head, looked at Wya coldly, and made a few gestures

【What do you say? ]

Wiya looked awkwardly at this scene and blinked.

"Looks like you might be going back to those old cold legs... by the way, I have a question..."

Before he finished speaking, Rolfe pulled up the prosthetic limb and turned around with a cold snort, facing the wall.

Leave only the back to Wyah.

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

"You probably don't want to disturb him at this moment, True Wyja," d.d said, gleefully waving his pie at Wyah and Rolfe, "Dumb yesterday, um, had something to do with it. , with some unbreakable concerns."

An unbreakable concern?

Wiya was taken aback.

The next second, Rolfe turned his head!

What? How did he...

Rolfe looked at d.d in disbelief at first, then after trying to understand something, he looked at Glover and showed his **** in shock:

【You are paralyzed, can’t keep your mouth shut, can’t keep your words, can’t keep secrets, live, no parents, no children, no children to eat, bugs, poop, no p-eyes, you deserve to be an orphan, a dead pen zombie who’s been turned to do it...]

Glover was stunned, then shook his head subconsciously:

"No, I didn't! It wasn't me! I didn't say it! I don't know anything... fuck! Fuck you, d.d!"

He was full of injustice but didn't know how to justify it, and in the end he could only look at D.D, who was smug and self-conscious.

"An unbreakable concern? What do you mean?" Wyja looked suspiciously at the gestures and responses in this circle, inexplicable.

The zombies and the mute are stuck together

Rolfe swallowed, breathing faster.

Glover frowned fiercely, pinching the rag tighter.

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

Guardian Doyle gleefully points to Rolf's prosthetic limb:

"His prosthetic leg! You see, the cares and the connections are connected - oh, it's broken now, haha, isn't it hard to break the care?"

The voice falls.

"Winter!"

Rolfe's other prosthetic leg hits the ground hard.

Dumb stared at d.d coldly, looking unhappy.

Glover's gaze also grew terrifying.

Wyah looked at him bored and helpless, feeling like he had heard a bad joke.

"Uh, yes, I'm sorry," d.d felt that something was wrong, he put away his smile, pulled back subconsciously, biting the pie and looked at everyone, "Well, you can't even joke about your legs, right? I didn't make fun of it on purpose - uuuuuuuu sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, Glover jumped up, grabbed two pies, and pressed them hard into Doyle's mouth.

"Mmmm zombies don't hmmm I didn't say you hmmm..."

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

“Umuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...”

【Because he is a scumbag. 】 Rolf gestured coldly.

"Because he brought back the bedside bear," Glover resentfully let go of the d.d who was coughing in pain: "Also, Lord Mallos is still in bed."

"Oh."

Wiya put the notebook on the desktop, suddenly suddenly.

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

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

"Mira!"

d.d took a bite of the pie, got up quickly, and opened his arms in surprise:

"Isn't this my savior, the sword of Neverwinter in the north, the invincible steel female warrior, the brave and fearless good girl Mira!"

Miranda, who was already familiar with the atmosphere of the guards, didn't lift her head, walked past the disappointed d.d (with a pie), sat next to Wyya, and turned her eyes to the notebook on the table.

"It's nothing, Ms. Allende," Wyah shook her head and spread out her notes, "just some...summary notes."

"Just call me by my name, after all, we are both studying under Teacher Shatil," Miranda's black gloves were gone, replaced by densely wrapped bandages, "What summary records?"

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

Wiya muttered silently.

"And we're still good comrades, Mila, remember?" d.d tried to squeeze into the conversation, "I fought that Lausanne II for three hundred..."

"I recorded something suspicious," Wyah ignored Doyle's noise, turned a page, and pushed it in front of Miranda. "Like this, the skill of Lausanne II."

While wiping the blade, Glover frowned:

"What happened to his skill?"

"Simply put, his strength fluctuates up and down. Sometimes he is so strong that dozens of people can besiege him, and sometimes he can even match his d.d."

"Hey, polite!" d.d protested grumpily.

"He is hiding his strength," Miranda looked at the notes carefully, with a certain tone, "I played against him twice, the first time I only felt that he was a strong player in the super-order, but the second time..."

She squeezed her bandaged hand, thoughtfully.

"Yes, but, why? A master of the extreme realm, hiding strength?" Wyya wondered.

"Because he is like His Royal Highness."

Everyone turned their heads and looked at Doyle.

"During the martial arts class, the final power of His Highness's 'big wave at sea' was quite intimidating and prudent, but when the time was up, he fell to the ground and rolled his eyes haha, only gasping for breath. For the sake of it," d.d gestured hard, "that Lausanne is probably the same as His Royal Highness - his strength has a time limit, so he seems to be strong and weak, do you know how to fight?"

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

"That should be the first strong and then the weak," Glover disagreed. "Shouldn't it be like Lausanne, first the weak and then the strong?"

"That's the other way around, he's usually very weak," d.d is whimsical, "Does he need to meet a certain condition, such as taking medicine, in order to become stronger?"

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

"And this is it," Wyah turned to the next page. "According to everyone's recollection, as well as the aftermath of Chief Mallos, there is something very strange about Lausanne."

"Isn't Terrorblade still in bed, can you still ask questions?" d.d was startled.

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

"Amazing, even you dare to disturb him," d.d gave a thumbs up, "I just went to visit Terrorblade and brought a gift, but his attitude is..."

"The lord told him to get out of the way." Glover broke the news from the side, and unexpectedly received d.d's indignant eyes.

"You mean," Miranda interrupted, looking intently at Wyya's neatly handwritten notes, to return to the topic, "Lausanne II's injury?"

Wya nodded.

"He was shot by Master Bozdorf's arrow at Diop's mansion and fled in a hurry, but he showed up at the dock warehouse the next day and fought the Dumb and Glover pioneers, but he was not affected in the slightest. It looks like he's been hurt."

Glover and Rolf frowned.

Miranda focuses on:

"And he endured the siege of the guards just a few hours later, and he was still strong and strong, with no visible injuries, and even his stamina was amazing.

Wiya nodded and said:

"So, either I made a mistake in sorting out the information from everyone's knowledge, or..."

"Maybe it was some kind of potion that temporarily covered up his pain," Glover guessed, "I know of a wonderful cel herb, including its close relatives, that was drugged by unscrupulous apothecaries. , can relieve pain and relieve pain without affecting the movement, and can also make the spirit excited..."

"How do you know?" Wyah wondered.

"I've seen people take this drug before," Glover didn't want to talk more, and turned to the other side, "Dumb, when the killer chased out of the sewer, his mental state was indeed different. He was overexcited and talked nonsense. Right?"

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

"Or he has a special power of termination that can heal wounds in a very short time," Miranda mused, "I heard that there was such a precedent in the 'miracle' lineup when I was in the termination tower. "

"This possibility is not ruled out." Wya immediately began recording.

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

"Different drop."

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

I saw d.d look uneasy: "It's a different descent."

"What, what?" Wyah exchanged suspicious glances with the others, and asked unsurely.

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

d.d came to his senses and looked at everyone in disbelief.

The crowd shook their heads in unison.

"I've listened to what Tuolai said. Well, it's actually he who was ripped off by my cliché. Don't tell anyone else," Doyle said with a rare seriousness, and he gestured for everyone to surround him. " According to him, when you were rounding up that Lausanne II, he was carrying out the evil spirit descending, and all the lives in the radius of ten li were sucked dry, no grass grew, and nothing to live!"

Doyle's tone is rather mysterious and unsettling.

The people in a circle look at me and I look at you.

But after thinking about it, Wyeth couldn't help but say:

"There is nothing left to live... Then how did Mr. Mallos and the others, including His Highness, survive?"

d.d waved angrily, as if reproaching him for interrupting.

"Listen to me, that's a strange arrival, an alien arrival! The fanatical cultists carry out the forbidden blood sacrifice of life and soul, and draw their strength from the evil sect, which is terrifying and cruel. But the price is unimaginable, maybe every time a living person will be sacrificed, drinking blood, eating meat, skinning and gnawing bones..."

Everyone was silent for a while, then Qi Qi stepped back.

"Psychopath," Glover said dismissively.

"Superstition." Wyah pouted and shook his head.

"Humph." Rolfe looked contemptuous.

"Next." Miranda was too lazy to listen.

"Oh, there are a lot of people on the South Bank who believe in this evil thing... Don't believe it, then how do you explain that Lausanne II!" Doyin said anxiously.

But Wyah has turned to the next page:

"There is also his ability. Although he defeated Lausanne II, we still haven't been able to understand its working principle. According to Dumb, it is quite rare to affect mental abilities..."

"Time to feel."

"What?" Wya looked at Miranda, who suddenly spoke.

“There was an old gardener in Cold Castle, very old, and some Hutu couldn’t recognize people and always thought of me as my grandmother,” Miranda recalled, “sue me about my uncles—like They're still kids."

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

"Wow," Wyah said in disbelief, "your grandfather is... um, happy?"

"That's because you don't know my grandfather," Doyle sighed. "Believe me, I didn't marry him and have a family. The real happy person should be my aunt."

"A lot of people get so demented when they get old, they feel like they're still young," Miranda said.

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

"It's eight years old," Glover snorted coldly, "after all, you're a puppet bear with your eyes open."

Doyle shut up and offered a pie.

"In short, these old people have problems with their cognition of memory, and they can't tell which memories are the past and which are the present."

"That is to say..." Wyatt seemed to understand.

Miranda nodded and continued: "The ability of Lausanne II is not to create hallucinations, but to temporarily confuse memory, disturb our sense of time, that is, the perception of chronological order, making us forget the present and think that we are Still living in the past."

"Like a dream?" d.d asked.

"People are conscious of their dreams, and vaguely know that it's fake, it's a dream," Miranda shook her head, "but in his powers, you can't tell the difference—because those are our memories, It is a scene that really happened, there is no doubt about it, so there is no flaw, so we are convinced that it is hard to extricate ourselves.”

Hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Our memories...

Scenarios that actually happened...

Believe in it, it's hard to extricate myself...

"Fuck him!" Glover slammed the table hard.

"Don't fuck, he's already dead." Doyle breathed out, gloomy.

"Ms Allende, how did you see this?" Wyah wondered.

"His Royal 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 his head, "The rest is my own reasoning - my power of ending has an effect on the human body. Perception has a special understanding."

"As expected of His Highness," Wiya sighed, his tone full of admiration and powerlessness: "And you, ma'am, you are indeed the chief seed."

"Sure enough, it's the prince," Doyle also held up his arms in a pretentious manner: "And you, Mira, are worthy of the seed chief."

Rolf in the corner pouted in disdain.

Glover looked at the two with a strange expression, held it for a long time, and whispered, "Uh, that, yes."

Please, Chief has nothing to do with this.

Miranda raised her eyebrows, resisted the spit and rolled her eyes, and turned to the next page of her notes.

"According to the recollections of Lord Mallos and the Glover Pioneers," Wyah came back to his senses, "Lausanne II's ability, whether it is activation timing or continuous effect, seems chaotic and disorderly. , and even difficult to control, which is incompatible with his exquisite and accurate swordsmanship. According to His Royal Highness, Luosang's swordsmanship and abilities cannot work at the same time. "

"Indeed, the subtle swordsmanship, the chaotic and uncontrollable abilities, but they are incompatible with each other, appearing contradictory in him." Miranda pondered.

"What do you mean?" Doyle was confused.

"When you go to battle, do you carry two mutually exclusive weapons on your back? Especially when you can only choose one at a time?" Glover asked coldly.

"Isn't this normal? Swordsmanship is practiced by oneself, but supernatural powers are innate," d.d nibbled on the pie, "Like me, handsome, handsome, and with great bearing, but my parents took me as a mediocre one. Weird name."

Everyone invariably covered their faces and groaned helplessly.

“Mr. Shatil said that a warrior’s fighting style, style, finishing power, weapons, abilities, and even character should be unified and coordinated, and the heart of the sword must be inseparable from the essence of the sword,” Wiya Thinking, "If you want to reach a higher realm, you need to do this, otherwise it will be difficult to create a powerful warrior."

"Old Hua Jin didn't say that," d.d said embarrassingly, "he said that you have to learn a hundred different schools, learn a variety of arts, and learn from your opponents before you can finally see yourself."

"This is actually not contradictory," Wyatt said. "Speaking of this, the guy is from the same school as your teacher. Can you provide any new information?"

"Yes," d.d is not ashamed, "he is dead."

The crowd sighed in unison.

"Speaking of this, this also makes me wonder: why does Lausanne II hide his identity?" Wyah picked up the pen.

"It's easy to understand, who dares to do bad things righteously..."

"No, more than that, according to my investigation," Wyah turned to another page, "when he caught up with you in the sewer, he was already called out and recognized because of the female gang leader. The former killer of the Blood Bottle Gang..."

"But he still carefully covers his face, even if the mask is broken, he has to put it back on again, as if he is afraid of being recognized in public," Glover remembered something, "Why?"

"Is it possible that he's not actually Lausanne," Miranda asked, "just under the guise of Lausanne II? And there's someone else under that hood?"

"I don't think Kathleen will admit she's wrong, she's the boss of the party after all." Glover shook his head.

"In short, there are too many doubts in this guy, and there is another layer after peeling off one layer," Wyah frowned tightly, "There are too many things, I can't figure it out until now."

"Anyway, he's dead," d.d felt at ease. "With such a powerful close-range explosion, even if he survived by chance, the skin would be charred and the flesh would be short of arms and legs, and he wouldn't be able to breathe for a few days."

Everyone nodded silently.

"What is this page again? Map?"

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

Wyya took out a map from her notes and spread it out for everyone to see:

"Here, here, and here, these are the areas that the Blood Bottles have attacked over the past few weeks. I cross-referenced with the documents in the vigilante hall based on the intelligence I got undercover from the Glover Pioneer. , try to circle the location of the eucalyptus, match the time, and push out the attackers - probably Lausanne II and his associates - the approximate number of people and even the hiding place, but..."

"But what?"

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

"The attacks on the Blood Bottle Gang can indeed form a circle, including a small half of the Emerald City, but the distribution is uneven - for example, here, Harvest Casino was attacked several times, and at least six died. Help people, this underground black boxing ring is also, every week there are boxers who are missing alone..."

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

Wiya continued: "But within the same radius, here, the theater, which is engaged in the business of flesh and blood, dances and sings, and there is not a single attack, and here, the paper mills and weaving mills protected by the Blood Bottle Gang are also in the same area. Peace."

"It's Franco and Jaga's territory, don't worry, they're dead," Glover snorted.

"Anyway, this big circle, the scope of these attacks, it's uneven, it's like, like..." Wyah hesitated, pointing to the big circle he drew on the map.

"It's like someone doesn't pay attention when eating pie," d.d had a brainstorm, "a spoonful in the east, a fork in the west, and the pits were dug?"

"Eh, right?" Wyja reluctantly said.

Everyone frowned.

"Because Lausanne II was not a random attack, but a planned and directed attack: Catherine's men, leaders like Gamandia and Gutierrez were targeted to provoke their grievances, At the same time, the other half of the leaders, Franco and Jaga, were deliberately let go, favoring one over the other, in order to fan the conflict between the leaders."

Glover said coldly:

"As a result, we all saw it: the gang members who were too damaged were full of resentment, and under the fanning of the red pit viper and the wanderer, they were able to reconcile those years, and the gang members who sat back and enjoyed it, Kathleen was subverted and stepped down.”

No one else could talk about this topic, and Wyya had to nod:

"Maybe."

Wiya thinks of something, turn to another page:

"But when it comes to 'Magic Blade' Kathleen, the Glover Pioneer and the Dumb said that you both fled into a remote sewer together, a man who even the officials of the Emerald City do not know, the blood bottle gang forces It's dark and narrow, like a labyrinth... But if the Blood Bottle Gang doesn't even know about that place, how did Lausanne II find you?"

"Is there a traitor? Betrayed your position to him?"

"Catherine said that there are people in the Blood Bottle Gang who specialize in domesticating hounds and are especially good at tracking them," Glover pondered for a while, "and we just made our way through the fire in the warehouse, washing our bodies in filth. It won't fall off."

"It still doesn't make sense. If he really used the blood bottle gang's hounds to track you down, but in the end only Lausanne showed up, no other gang members, why?"

"Because his abilities are indistinguishable from me," Miranda guessed, "and with his skills, bringing more people is just a burden."

"Because he didn't want more people to know about what he did? And he didn't trust his gang, or rather, the former gang?"

Wya pondered for a moment.

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

"What happened to the Blood Bottle Gang," Miranda took over, "what does it have to do with Catherine? It made Lausanne II so angry and so patient, waiting for so many years to come back here. For revenge?"

"That Catherine, where did she go?"

Wyar was slightly lost: "I need to see her and ask some questions."

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

"And with that mother-in-law's character," Glover snorted and looked at Rolfe, "I'm afraid she won't be reconciled and won't stop."

Wya was silent for a moment.

"And what about the apologist? If I could ask him..."

"No," Glover said. "He was frightened and stupid, and he was mentally ill. He called his wife when he saw him. Of course, His Royal Highness had instructed him to say that he was dead."

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

Rolf shook his head.

Wiya still does not give up: "What about his wife? Are there any clues..."

"We investigated, his wife is mentally ill, crazy, and has been raised in the countryside. I heard that she has been childless for many years, and she is under too much pressure," Miranda shook her head, "In these years, people often persuade him to divorce and re-marry, but they are all rejected. He refused."

Doyle frowned:

"Sounds like a good, dedicated man."

"Good guy?" Glover shook his head disdainfully, "Humph."

"Then how did you settle him later?"

"The old place—I mean the sewers," Glover said. "He seems like a good fit there after going crazy, at least having fun with some stupid freaky big guy."

Everyone was silent.

Miranda sighed:

"Unfortunately, in so many silenced cases covered up by Duke Jane, I originally thought he would be a breakthrough."

Wiya also nodded regretfully, but his words changed:

"But not without clue, look here."

Wiya turned the notebook to a very back page, which was a long hand-drawn table:

"These victims, Dagory Moss is a businessman and a white glove, responsible for making money and business intelligence, Diop is in charge of secret accounts, and is responsible for contacting outsiders like the Blood Bottle Gang, Jeff. Rene is the former chief of the police department, Slimani also served in the police department, and now he is the defense attorney of the emerald city elites... I found that these four people have something in common."

d.d looks dizzy:

"Uh, all men?"

Wya's expression froze.

"Anyone rich?"

"All bald?"

Miranda sighed: As expected of Cohen's relative.

Wiya 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 Royal Highness said, they are in a special position. The reason why they want to die is to attack Kongming Palace."

Wya nodded:

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

Miranda's eyes moved.

"That brings us to the next question," Wyah said, "according to what you said, before Slimani died, oh, before he went mad, he said to His Highness: One more person has been silenced these days. , but an underground boxer who fights black boxing?"

Glover frowned: "Yes."

d.d scratched his chin, trying to pretend he was participating in the conversation: "The gangster who hit the black fist..."

"From the previous four people with heads and faces, to this underground boxer...the identity is too different. Who is this boxer?" Miranda said sharply.

"His Royal Highness asked us to check when he came back: I just got the missing list of all the underground boxers in the last two months when the Blood Bottle Gang was attacked. Disconnected, but I don't know which one, I'm still confused." Wyah shrugged.

"We can go to Gutierrez from the Blood Bottle Gang. The Black Fist arena is his place," Glover snorted. "Tie it up and let the good-natured Morgan question him."

"Good idea," Wyah nodded, "Unfortunately, the Blood Bottle Gang has just gone through fire and it's definitely not easy to start now."

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

"His Royal Highness Thales went out to deal with him in person, it's definitely no problem." d.d finally found a familiar topic.

"One more point..."

Wiya continued to speak, and before you knew it, everyone was listening carefully:

"According to you, defender Slimani, though respected, is a coward who faints at the sight of a weapon."

"At least until I go crazy, yes," Glover affirmed.

"Then why is he so kind? Knowing that there may be a problem behind so many lives, he still has the courage to pursue it? Until he is targeted and endangers his own life?"

"Remembering the kindness of my old boss? That deceased former police chief, Jeff Rene?"

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

"Professional instinct?" Doyle shrugged, "A defense attorney—my family has a lot of lawsuits, and I have dealt with this kind of person a lot."

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

"How to say?"

Miranda looked up, her eyes sharp:

"Because Slimani was guilty of fear of death, after seeing those fates, he was afraid that the next person to die would be himself, so he wanted to find out and ask for peace of mind."

Everyone was stunned.

"So ironic? I was afraid of death, so I pursued, I pursued, so I killed myself?" d.d wondered.

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

But Miranda was silent, thinking.

After a few seconds, Huaya's complexion changed and reacted:

"I see, the key here is: Why does Slimani feel guilty after seeing those fates? Why does he think he will be the next to die?"

Miranda nodded, decisively:

"Because he was one of them."

"A member of what? A member of what?" d.d was fascinated by the lake.

"The one who was silenced! They - Moss, Diop, Rene, Slimani, plus the guy who punched the black fist, five people, they were not alone, and they were not killed one after another to provoke us. With Kongming Palace," Wyatt said, the more surprised, "on the contrary, they must have some kind of internal connection, maybe they are members of the same secret society, maybe they are involved in a certain secret, maybe they both know a certain person, maybe they also do the same thing..."

Miranda raised her head, her tone affirmed:

"And most likely, that's why these people will be silenced, and will be covered up after they die."

Everyone sighed in unison.

"I, I have to find time to talk to the clerk of the local city hall," Wyah thought, with a solemn expression, "I need more detailed resumes of these deceased people...more information."

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

"Wya, so many records in your notebook, so many doubts, so many... details," Miranda squinted, "all of them were written down after you discovered them?"

"Yes."

Wiya recovered and forced a smile:

"It's not like Your Highness and you, Ms. Allende. I'm stupid and slow to react. I can only use this stupid method. If I don't understand, I can 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 the other, full of words and colorful charts, even the ceiling.

Miranda looked at him for a while.

"I know, my strength is limited," Wyah was very unaccustomed to being stared at by her, and smiled bitterly, "I'm not as lucky as you guys to be able to share the worries for His Highness by fighting with a sword, risking his life to die... "

"This is lucky for you, I don't want it." d.d immediately raised his hand.

"...The task assigned by the superior is the easiest, the most boring, and the least valuable. Using my father's position and reputation, I go to get close to all kinds of officials..."

"Easiest?" Glover pouted.

Wiya spreads his hand: "All in all, I can only do my best to contribute as much as I can."

"No, you are very powerful, Servant," the female swordsman applauded, "I know why Shadyr wants to admit you."

Wya was flattered and a little embarrassed.

"As expected of the son of a cunning fox." Glover's words made Wyya's smile a little stiffer.

"No, my stepmother has dealt with the Earl of Castle, she said he is naturally smart, he is a rare genius," d.d flipped through the notebook and saw that he could not practice it in ten lifetimes in beautiful handwriting, in disbelief, "But look at this, Wyya, you can't be a genius."

Including Wyah, everyone was stunned.

"Uh, polite?" Glover whispered.

"Because you are Wyya."

d.d put down the note, gave up the plan of "maybe me too", and sighed:

"Unlike any other Wyah - True Wyah."

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

The others turn their heads subconsciously.

Glover frowned, biting his head: "Polite?"

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

He took a deep breath, sincerely and calmly:

"Thank you, Guard Doyle."

"Your findings, these doubts," Miranda asked, "have you reported it to His Royal Highness?"

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

“Like running away from home, dating your fiancée?” Miranda quipped once, and everyone laughed.

"Don't talk about this," d.d sighed bitterly, "Yesterday I went back to the theater to replace the shift, and the most painful thing was to explain to the Caquere who was in charge of monitoring the prince, saying that the prince was not missing, just talking to him. Miss Kevin Deere playing couple peekaboo..."

Wiya remembered something and turned around, startling everyone.

"What's wrong?"

"I remember," Huaya said in a daze, "His Royal Highness said that Slimani went to the theater yesterday to find the one you mentioned - the Caquere police officer."

"So what?" Doyle didn't know why.

Wiya's face became more and more solemn:

"So, if the defense attorney is really 'one of them' and suspects after seeing the death case, and wants to pursue it, what channel will he go through?"

Miranda's eyes moved.

"More than that, when the previous wine merchant was killed, it was this Caquere who took me and Aarend to the prison to check." Our wine merchants were hired by our enemies to kill us."

"The defender won't go to him for no reason. This local vigilante must know something. Maybe that's why these dead people were silenced!" Miranda frowned.

"I will report directly to His Royal Highness Thales," Wyah nodded. "Today is the selection of the Emerald Celebration. As usual, Caquere will guide the prince and accompany him throughout the journey."

"I'm going to see if Chief Mallos is awake," Miranda mused. "He needs to know about it."

On the other side, Glover's eyes are fierce:

"Then I'll go find some big guys, Morgan or Bastia, and find a sack for him-"

"Wait! That security officer is from the Kongming Palace, we can't just tie people up for interrogation!" d.d grabbed the zombie.

"Something has to be done!" Zombie complained.

"Hey, you don't understand zombies, kidnapping tickets privately for the nobles or something, this is an excellent biography of our guard wing - ahem, expertise," d.d looked around cautiously, blinked his eyes, and showed an evil smile, "Who still uses sacks now, listen to me, how about we, hey, plan?"

Plan a plan.

Wyya and Miranda looked at each other oddly, but they nodded anyway.

Everyone stood up and performed their duties.

"I can't think of it," d.d looked at Wyah who was adding something on the notebook, and whispered to Glover, "True Wyah still has this ability."

"Everyone has their own strengths." Zombie was succinct.

"What about you, how did you get along with that mute yesterday," d.d pointed to Rolf in the distance, "You guys are very hot today..."

Glover's expression changed.

"Bah, I didn't die in his hands, even if the gods have spirits, the holy day will be holy, and the sunset will bless you," the zombie said viciously.

"Huh?" d.d's eyes widened.

"What's the matter?"

"You've changed."

"What's changed?"

"No, I suddenly found out that you seem to be more cheerful," Doyle was pleasantly surprised. "Compared with before, your temper has improved, and you have more words, and even the sentences you speak are longer. A lot?"

What?

Open, cheerful?

Glover froze for a moment.

"Also, you don't seem to reject me calling you a zombie anymore?"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Glover's expression changed suddenly!

"Humph!"

He snorted angrily, punched the table, and walked away.

"Hey don't go," d.d couldn't catch up, "Aren't we planning to kidnap the ticket..."

At this moment, only a muffled sound was heard, and the door of the room was pushed open!

Several people were shocked, and Glover even raised his long sword.

"Forbey's commander! Everyone, those who are on vacation will return to work immediately, those who are on duty will work overtime, and as for the wounded, as long as their fingers can still move, they will gather and set off immediately..."

The person who broke in was the security guard Conmutuo, who was panting and anxious: "Today the prince is attending the election meeting, we will protect you throughout the process, and be on the highest alert!"

Wiya and the others were relieved.

"But the election will only start in the afternoon, now... is it too early?" Wyah wondered.

"Highest alert?" Glover didn't understand.

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

Conmutto's anxiety made everyone nervous:

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

Everyone was taken aback.

"Another one?" Glover retracted the sword into its sheath.

"Six people, six lives." Wyah squeezed the notebook.

"I heard that his death was terrifying, and the whole city was in uproar, and the Emerald Legion was dispatched - there's no time, hurry up!" Conmutuo hurriedly added.

Everyone started subconsciously, only Miranda frowned:

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

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

Conmutto gritted his teeth:

"The mastermind behind the killing of the deceased is-His Royal Highness Thales!"

At that moment, everyone was stunned.

The room was silent.

"Isn't it, come again?" Wyah thought of something, unbelievable.

With a thud, Rolfe landed on an asymmetrical metal prosthetic limb. He limped with a grim expression, grabbed his weapon and walked out.

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

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

Conmutto sighed:

"It's an old acquaintance~IndoMTL.com~The special security officer sent by Kongming Palace to be responsible for the security of His Highness, the one who accompanied him all the way these days-"

Everyone's breath stopped.

"Cacquere."

Clap!

The pie bag on the table fell to the ground.

"I, I just, my..."

The shocked people turned their heads in unison.

I saw Doyle holding up the last almond **** that survived and staring at everyone dumbfounded:

"It's really just -- plan plans!"