Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 247: Goodwill

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"Hey, hey, little brat, did you have your brain damaged by Jacques?"

In the dungeon, the person who said these words to Thales was not Lausanne II who was laughing sarcastically, but Miss Hilley who was frowning with her hands on her hips.

She raised her hands in disbelief:

"That's all pedantic, what else do you want to do now? Reformulate murderers?"

Tales pursed his lips politely and exhaled amidst Lausanne II's almost dying laughter.

"Of course not," he looked thoughtfully at the vampire killer whose laughter was fading, "no one in this world can be influenced, only you can awaken."

"Tsk, tsk," Healey responded with a disdainful snort, "It would be a pity if you don't go to church and become a preacher."

Tales didn't answer, he just turned his head and smiled at Shilay.

"Who do you think you are, little brat?"

The prisoner’s voice sounded at the right time:

"Mohasa, the prophet who saves people in distress?"

Losanne II, who had had enough laughter, tried his best to raise his head with a ruthless look on his face:

"I am hopeless, can I be influenced, can I wake up, what the **** are you doing?"

The locked vampire killer seemed to have received the greatest insult in his life, and he made a rare rude statement:

"Or do you think that as a prince, let alone rescuing people in need, he should even be rushed to drink from the chamber pot every night, and should be grateful to everyone for his kindness?"

After the words fell, Miss Kevin Dill on the other side raised her eyebrows with a disgusted expression, and deliberately reached out and slapped her nose.

Tales frowned.

Well, it’s not a good start.

Tales sighed and brushed his hair.

Ignoring Hilley's disdainful expression and Lausanne II's cold gaze, he sat on the floor without feeling dirty and stared at the killer thoughtfully.

"As the judge of the old Duke's assassination case, the late Grand Inquisitor Brennan was also on the revenge list Federico gave you, so you broke into his house."

Losanne II snorted coldly.

Tiles has complicated eyes:

"But you didn't hurt anyone else that night - the gardener, the cook, the housekeeper, the servants, not even the neighbor's dog."

"Because they are smart enough to know not to block my way," the killer said coldly, "What do you think happened to their employer?"

Xilai chuckled, made a face in an invisible direction, and shook her head repeatedly.

But Thales was still serious, he just stared at Lausanne II extremely seriously:

"Grand Inquisitor Brennan died by taking poison himself."

Losanne II smiled maliciously.

"That bad old man planned to have a drink with me with poisoned wine to outwit the suspect, but he didn't expect that I would drink a full glass of wine and nothing would happen." The killer's expression was ferocious. "It was his turn. Tell me, does he drink or not?"

Tales looked at each other with no expression on his face.

Losanne II suppressed his smile, his eyes were cold:

"Fortunately, he drank it: if it fell into my hands, I would torture him to the point of death."

Xilai raised his eyebrows and rubbed his gloves intentionally or unintentionally.

Tales did not speak, he just sighed:

"Based on tips from the public, we discovered the hiding place you and Federico have been hiding in Tumulus Street these days."

Lausanne II remained calm:

"Why, do you still want me to praise you?"

"It was a building materials warehouse with many chains in the isolated secret room." Thales ignored his sarcasm. "It is said that when you are thirsty for blood and lose your mind, you will lock yourself in There, avoid hurting others."

Xilai frowned slightly and looked at the inhuman captive in front of her.

The dungeon was quiet for a moment.

"Avoid harm? Ha," Lausanne II said disdainfully, "During that time, in order to kill people, I drank a lot of blood."

But Thales shook his head:

"Both Federico and the Corleone family offered to supply human blood so that you could take action, but you refused."

"Why, are vampires who don't drink blood weird? I've even seen Northlanders who don't drink!"

"Even if you have to go out to grab blood food," Thales continued, "you will only pick out the lone scum of the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood, especially the extremely vicious and carefree ones... …”

A lone scumbag...

Hearing this phrase, Lausanne II was in a trance.

"It's not necessarily free of worries," he said suddenly, "Even the scum in the gutter will still have relatives and friends."

There will be people who are willing to avenge them and regard death as home.

No matter how funny or silly the scene looks.

Xilai's expression changed slightly, and he began to look at the captive in front of him with a different look.

Tales narrowed his eyes:

"During that time, the two gangsters were so panicked and nervous that they would rather make less money and finish work early every day, which actually made the security officers feel a lot more relaxed."

The killer came back to his senses and sneered:

"Then why didn't I see you award me the Honorary Citizen Award?"

Hilai had been staring at Lausanne II for observation, but now he turned his head, shrugged and shook his head.

But Thales refused to give up:

"And every time you hunt, you deliberately avoid places where women, children and poor people gather."

Xilai’s eyes moved.

Lausanne II expressed a pause.

Tales tentatively said:

"I guess - chivalry?"

The next second, the killer suddenly changed his color and let out an angry voice:

"Shit spirit!"

I saw him gnashing his teeth, twisting his neck as hard as he could under the weight of the shackles, and yelling ferociously:

"Women and children... didn't Little Knife tell you? Women's menstrual blood is smelly and dirty, so unlucky that even blood slaves can't even swallow it!"

Hilai frowned.

Lausanne II is still excited, and the chains on his body can't stop ringing:

"As for the poor old haters...why, haven't you, the noble prince, smelled enough of the rotten stench, urine smell, mud and excrement smell in the ditch under the North Gate Bridge?"

Tales waited quietly for him to finish venting his inexplicable anger.

"But a long time ago, you were also one of the poor old men here," the prince said calmly, but it made the killer tremble. "It is said that at that time, the Emerald City was still developing, and there were still large areas outside the North Gate Bridge. The barren fields are covered with countless tents and wooden houses, and are covered with ravines and pits. When it rains, they become muddy and filthy."

Hilai noticed something, and her look at Lausanne II became complicated.

Losanne II was breathing in a daze, but he reacted in just a few seconds and pulled the chain with a clanging sound:

"So I've had enough! I want to get ahead and live well, is that enough?"

Tales observed him silently, smiled slightly, and continued to change the topic without arguing.

"When you were hunting for blood, you raided the kennel of Sangarei of the Blood Bottle Gang in the suburbs and killed all his men." The young man added, "Those of his who used to specialize in human trafficking have now become The subordinates of the cat and dog dealers."

Lausanne II's breathing calmed down.

"Not only," for the first time, Lausanne II's expression was cheerful and cruel, revealing some of the true qualities of a killer, "I also hung them upside down and drained their blood - everyone listened to their wailing. The night before dawn."

Tales frowned slightly and nodded:

"But his dogs, the cats and dogs in Sangare that were locked in cages and left to be traded and slaughtered, wild game cubs, and even vicious guard dogs..."

Tiles’ eyes moved:

“But they all had their cages opened, their ropes cut off, and they were released.”

The prince said solemnly:

"Why?"

The killer prisoner was silent for a while.

"A dog's nose is very good, he might smell me," he turned around and snorted, "Besides, dog blood is not as good as human blood."

Tales frowned.

"Look, Lausanne II, I'm trying my best to understand you," the young man looked at the captives in front of him with a headache, wondering if he should let Morgan and the others in directly to be "civilized and courteous", "but you seem to be quite resistant to hearing from others. goodwill."

Losanne II sneered.

"Goodwill is poison," he did not appreciate it, "it is a false excuse for people to fall into the abyss."

Xilai sighed helplessly as he looked at the prisoner's helpless appearance.

"Told you."

She made a "did you see it?" expression to Thales:

"Absolutely despairing."

"Yes."

Tales crossed his arms and nodded seriously:

"It is precisely because he is desperate that he deliberately angers me."

I just want a quick death.

Lausanne II remained silent.

"Please."

Xilai rolled his eyes:

"I'm not talking about him."

Tiles' expression froze, but he quickly coughed to wipe away the embarrassment.

"Well, since you refuse to accept kindness and help, that's okay," Thales pulled out a crumpled roll of documents from his bulging pocket, "but do you mind giving some away?"

Xilai said doubtfully:

"What?"

Tales opened the crumpled documents, pulled out a few of them, and showed them one by one in front of the killer:

It was a set of sketches, which seemed to be the interior of a mansion. The stamp of the Police Department under the document was vaguely visible.

Lausanne II kept frowning until he saw the last one:

"What is this?"

"This is the scene of the crime where the wool merchant Diop and his mistress were both killed." Thales took back the sketch depicting the two bodies tied to the bed. "In fact, this is where he A private mansion rented to mistresses for their trysts."

Losanne II understood and couldn't help but sneer.

"Like the wine merchant Moss, the defense lawyer Slimani, and many others on your list: Diop once lived in poverty, but after the assassination of the old Duke, he became rich and became an empty The black account steward of Ming Palace."

Tiles stacked up the documents and changed his voice:

"However, since then, he has indulged in sexual activities, such as keeping a stage actress as his mistress."

Lausanne II remained unmoved.

"Diop's married wife knew this very well. But just like the wives of many successful people, for the sake of her children and dignity, Mrs. Diop had to pretend not to know and swallow her anger when her wealthy businessman husband was on a business trip. , she still has to support the dignity of the hostess in front of others, smile, pretend to be happy, and has been suffering and tortured," Thales lamented, "On the contrary, after Diop's accident, she became much more relaxed."

Hilai raised his eyebrows.

"One of my men keenly noticed this during the pursuit. Through patient conversation and enlightenment, he successfully made Mrs. Diop let down her guard, tell the truth, and gave the address of her mistress's mansion - it was Yes, she always knew where her husband was on a 'business trip', but after being 'educated' by the latter with a stick, she never questioned him again, let alone came to catch him."

Lausanne II remained silent.

"In that mansion, two of my men found Diop and his mistress who were tied to the bed and had long since died." Thales said with a serious face and got to the point, "It was also the first time they met him. It’s your turn.”

Hearing this, the killer finally sneered:

"What do you think I did?"

"Yes, you did it," Thales nodded slowly, "My men, including the police department who investigated the case, also think so - a ruthless killer who leaves no survivors or witnesses."

Lausanne II snorted disdainfully.

Tales observed his expression, paused briefly, and spoke softly:

"Until Judge Brennan, he refused to sign the case report when he reviewed it and ordered it dismissed."

Losanne II was slightly startled.

"Brennan?"

"Yes, that's the old judge who had a drink with you."

Tiles sighed and pulled out another page of paper, on which Brennan's signature was clearly visible:

"In fact, this was the last case he handled during his lifetime - the laws of the Emerald City stipulate that all unnatural death cases within the jurisdiction must undergo a final review by the trial hall and confirm that there are no problems before the case can be closed and the body buried. ."

Hilai, who was listening in the audience, had a premonition of something and his eyes moved.

"It was the meticulous Grand Inquisitor Brennan who noticed at the last step of the case: the closing report on the Diop case was too simple and hasty and not complete enough."

The killer froze.

Tales sighed softly and pulled out another report from the file:

"Until this morning, Brennan's student and successor, Acting Grand Inquisitor Ibonin, finally got the latest and most complete autopsy report in a hurry."

I saw Thales clearing his throat:

"Based on the oral accounts and recollections of the on-site coroner and security officer, and after repeated cross-checking by the three coroners, the security department confirmed that the two deceased persons, a man and a woman, had different times of death, with the woman earlier. , men are even later, with a rough estimate of up to twelve hours.”

What?

Xilai was slightly surprised when he heard this and turned to look at Lausanne II.

But the latter remained motionless, just staring at the darkness above his head.

"Even the cause of death was different: the male deceased's wrist artery was cut with precision and sharpness, and he eventually bled to death."

"But the other female deceased suffered multiple blunt blows to the head and died." Thales read the report with a slightly gloomy tone. "The rope marks on her hands showed that she had had intense violence during her lifetime. Struggle."

At that moment, the killer's eyes were extremely complicated.

"Even the two deceased people were tied to the bed, and the knots tied at their hands and feet were also completely different: the knots used to tie the male deceased were simple and tight. It was obvious that the tied people had stable techniques and full experience; the knots tied to the female deceased were simple and tight. The knots are messy and complicated, and there are many dead knots that are ineffective and repeated. It may be that the binder is panicked and nervous."

Tales put down the report and sighed softly.

“Firstly, the incident happened suddenly and there was not enough time. Secondly, they were neither professional nor had enough relevant experience. Thirdly, they only focused on the target person and did not observe the other deceased at the scene carefully enough. ..."

Thinking of Glover and D.D., Thales spoke with a heavy tone and mixed emotions:

"As for the police department that later took over the scene... First of all, the big shots in Kongming Palace said: reduce the impact, close the case as soon as possible, and not hesitate to identify the 'murderer' if necessary. Secondly, the police officers assigned to the case They are all human beings, especially since there are so many things involved in this case. It is conceivable that no one wants to cause trouble. They just want to wrap up the case quickly and get it over with as soon as possible. One more thing is worse than one less thing."

In other words, everyone is more concerned about the power struggle behind it, but no one pays attention to the details of the case itself.

That's why they suppressed the release of the complete autopsy report.

For the stability of the overall situation, and for the benefit of many parties.

Thus ignoring living human lives.

The voice in his heart was calm and cold:

This is a conspiracy from top to bottom, consciously or unconsciously.

The reasons are sufficient and the motivation is reasonable.

The price is the disappearance of the truth.

Until the aging Judge Brennan used his last breath of persistence to pierce the shroud covering everything.

Losanne II was still looking at the dark ceiling in a daze.

Xilai understood something. She looked at the killer in front of her in disbelief: "So, you...you..."

Tiles’ cold and serious voice sounded at the right time:

"Lausanne II, you killed Diop and drained his blood. There is no doubt that you may have resorted to inhuman powers and torture."

However, he paused and changed the subject:

"But his mistress is not, at least she was not killed by you - a professional killer who even avoids women and children when hunting."

Lausanne II came back to his senses and sighed fiercely:

"Bah."

Hilai frowned fiercely, but Thales didn't care. He spoke slowly and asked seriously:

"Tell me, killer, what happened?"

"I'm tired of killing people. Let's try another method." This time, Lausanne II was straightforward, but he was still full of hostility and sarcasm. "What's wrong? Is it surprising?"

Tales shook his head.

"You have always killed people cleanly and without leaving any traces. Only at Diop's mistress' house, you stayed there and seemed to be rummaging for something, so that you bumped into my men. Why?"

Losanne II turned his head to the other side and sneered disdainfully.

"Killers all have their own quirks," he gritted his teeth. "If you kill two people, you have to leave some souvenirs."

Tales frowned slightly.

"He's helping you, bastard!"

Hilai was irritated by the other party's attitude. She finally couldn't hold it back anymore and pointed at Thales, who was solemnly crossing his arms, and said angrily:

"Don't you see that this stupid, hopelessly pedantic little brat is your only hope now?"

After hearing these words, I didn’t know whether they were words of encouragement or disparagement, Thales had a strange expression.

Actually... the word "little brat" is already too much.

"I don't need help."

Losanne II looked cold and his eyes were dead.

No need for hope.

That thing disappeared many years ago.

Xilai laughed angrily.

Her eyebrows were raised, and she rolled up her sleeves and was about to pull off her gloves: "Really, then you must need another kind of help. I promise you won't regret it..."

Lausanne II's eyes turned cold.

Tales sighed, stood up to comfort the eldest lady, and spoke softly:

"Not poison."

In anger, Shilai blurted out without even thinking:

"What?"

Tiles signaled her to calm down, then turned to Lausanne II and said:

"Judge Brennan, the night you went to kill him according to the list, he took out the expensive old wine he had collected for many years and invited you to drink it together."

Lausanne II’s expression did not change.

"But what he put in the bottle was not poison."

Tiles' tone was calm, but the other two were stunned.

"It's a powerful analgesic, which his wife often used before she died - Brennan didn't intend to kill you, nor did he intend to poison you, he just wanted to numb you."

Tiles looked at Lausanne II and sighed:

"Obviously, he didn't know your details and misjudged the efficacy of the medicine."

At that moment, Lausanne II was stunned.

Not...poison?

"But, but Brennan himself..." Hilley understood, still confused.

"Brennan's real cause of death was heart abnormality and organ failure caused by an overdose of analgesics." Thales turned over another page and spoke in a heavy tone, "In other words, he was old and died. ——If this comforts you."

【I am going here, no matter what the situation is... There is no need to pursue any recourse, let alone revenge, but destiny has arrived and destiny is due. 】

Tiles couldn't help but look sad when he thought of the words in Brennan's suicide note.

Losanne II understood something.

You are so comforting.

He stared blankly at the boundless darkness above his head.

Shit.

"Then why..." Xi Lai frowned.

Tales knew what she was wondering about and handed her the drug identification report that was later added:

"Under the pressure of fierce public opinion and eagerness to solve the case, the Police Department intentionally or unintentionally mistook analgesics for poisons - after all, the principle of many fatal poisons is to cause nerve paralysis, leading to cardiopulmonary failure."

Of course, you have to say, as an old judge who is aloof and stubborn, and often questions or even rejects case closing reports without giving face, does Brennan have a bad relationship with the Police Department and other major government agencies for many years? It's hard to say if it has any effect.

And...

Tails sighed in his heart: when Brennan died, the person in charge of the Kongming Palace and the person responsible for the major government offices in the Emerald City had been changed from Zhane Kelvindir to the Royal Capital. Here comes the Duke of Star Lake.

The chain on Lausanne II's body rang slightly, attracting their attention.

"I, I don't understand."

The killer finally spoke.

He gritted his teeth, breathed quickly, and his eyes were frozen.

Why...

Why does that old man want to do this...

Tales was silent for a while, turned over the crumpled papers in his hand, and took out a few old yellowed papers.

"I also have an old document here, which records the Emerald Celebration a long time ago: the late King Eddie led his family and chariot to the Emerald City in person, to appease his allies and have fun with the people."

Tales paid attention to the other party’s expression:

"Until the attendants of the royal family bullied the people in the market and beat up vendors."

Sure enough, the killer's expression changed slightly.

"After the incident, the public was dissatisfied and public opinions surged. Fortunately, the Bright Star royal family acted impartially and never shielded themselves. They took the initiative to hand over the culprit to the Emerald City authorities: a man who was born in the South Coast Territory, was impoverished, had no background and was not gregarious. The little attendant is just a temporary member of the royal family."

At that moment, Lausanne II’s eyes trembled.

Hilay's eyes flickered back and forth between Thales and the captive, with complex and subtle meanings.

"Originally, it was an ordinary privileged case. The principal culprit confessed his crime publicly and was punished. The people were angry and applauded. The Emerald City handled matters efficiently and timely. The kingdom's politics were clear, equal and just. The royal family's reputation for impartiality was not damaged or even damaged. Going to a higher level, the guards cleared their grievances and proved that 'the team is generally very decent'. Everyone is satisfied with this matter, everyone is happy, and it is over..."

From an angle that no one could see, Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

"However, Assistant Inquisitor Brennan - who was not yet the Grand Inquisitor at the time - refused to accept this outcome and refused to punish the poor little squire in a daze."

Tiles sighed and put away the fiercely worded and uncompromising letter written by young Brennan to the Duke of Leinster:

“He ignored the advice of the Duke of Leinster, risked offending the royal family, and withstood pressure from many parties and obstructions from above and below... When he could not find the criminal involved, he insisted on King Eddy II attending the trial in person. As the first person responsible for his subordinates' misdeeds of bullying the people, he was ordered to apologize in person. Finally, he listed seven crimes according to the city's laws and punished my grandfather in front of the entire Emerald City. A total of 3,728 gold coins were spent to close the case."

Xilai frowned upon hearing this, while Lausanne II remained motionless.

"Does this sound familiar?"

Tales looked at the prisoner with sharp eyes:

"Especially the little attendant, the small role, the temporary worker who was pushed out to take responsibility?"

The chains on Lausanne II shook.

【Then have a drink with me, kid. 】

His eyes flashed back to that night not long ago, when he approached the old inquisitor with only one sword, the relief and understanding on his face, and even... sympathy.

[Let me tell you everything and you will understand. 】

At this point, Lausanne II finally understood something.

But he remained silent and his expression was as frozen as a stone statue.

Tales was a little discouraged. He waved the document on his hand:

"Please, even for Brennan's sake..."

"It's more than that."

Lausanne II spoke out.

"They are not just bullying the people."

His tone was hollow, almost acquiescing, which surprised Thales.

I saw the killer staring blankly above his head, looking at the deep darkness with no end in sight, no matter then or now, in dreams or reality.

In those days, what kind of royal guards would be stupid, or in other words, cheap enough to oppress the people at the bottom? Or the local people of Emerald City?

It happened when the king was patrolling the south coast?

"They just want to frame that innocent attendant." Lausanne II said blankly.

Not because of the civilian attendant himself.

It's because the knight teacher behind the little squire is a swordsman with many talents and a high reputation, and he is also a former squire who had a close acquaintance with the late king.

However, he insisted on being neutral and impartial, and refused to hold important positions. Therefore, he was valued by the king, and his every word was very important, and could even influence the royal family to establish a heir apparent.

The one who gave the attendants the opportunity to change their destiny, gave them skills, and showed deep kindness to them...

It also gave them political shackles that bound them for life, causing them endless suffering and causing them to kill each other...

Joaquin Grand Knight.

Lausanne II's eyes were empty and he was in a trance.

Tales and Hilley looked at each other.

Maybe it's more than that.

Perhaps the case of bullying the common people is also related to the political game between the royal center and the South Coast leader when the king is on tour - whether it is reputation or actual profit.

Tales thought silently.

A knight squire from the south coast, in the ranks of the royal family, oppressed the people in the Emerald City, aroused the resentment of the locals, damaged the reputation of the king, and caused headaches and dilemmas for all parties...

From the identity to the impact of the incident, no matter what the link is, from today's perspective, it is full of complicated calculations and tug-of-war.

Tales thought silently:

Just like what I am experiencing now in the Emerald City as a royal envoy.

"As for that stupid attendant, he was passing by, or was tricked into passing by, and he took action to stop him." Lausanne II said blankly, "Otherwise, they would have beaten the hawker to death."

Of course, the rewards he got for fighting injustice back then...

It was the oppressed hawker who was horrified and cowering in the courtroom. In front of everyone, he identified the perpetrators in unison:

That little attendant was the one who bullied him.

Xilai turned his head and sighed.

Talk about the past, the prisoner in front of him finally spoke, but for some reason, Thales did not feel the slightest sense of victory.

On the contrary, an inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart.

[Every time I put down the gavel and take off my official robe, I still can’t help but think about it again and again:

Every time I review a case, do I thoroughly investigate the facts of the case and make no omissions?

Am I detached, neutral and impartial in every trial?

Every time I speak, do I think clearly and explain appropriately?

Every time the hammer falls, am I worthy of my oath and original intention, not only protecting the interests of the weak, but also restraining the arrogance of the strong, upholding fairness, and not failing the law?

Have I ever misjudged a case over the years? Have you ever wronged a good person? Contributed to oppression and exploitation?

Have I ever let friendship and loyalty, hatred and anger, interests and gains and losses cloud my judgment, and I didn't know it, or pretended not to? 】

Tiles couldn't help but think of the self-doubt in Brennan's suicide note, and he felt even deeper now.

"So, Brennan was right to insist."

Tiles exhaled, braced himself, and said to the dazed prisoner, "No matter what the reason is - justice, truth, duty, or conscience, he finally recognized his old friend..."

I still feel guilty for the assassination of the Duke.

"No matter in the past or now, when the entire Emerald City wants your life..."

The young man closed his eyes, unable to suppress the sadness in his heart:

"He is the one who really wants to help,"

Dingle bell…

At that moment, the chains on the prisoner began to ring.

【I understand, child, I have seen people like you...】

The words of the old judge before he died rang in his ears, gentle and melancholy.

Lausanne II suddenly opened his mouth!

He breathed heavily, as if he would drown in the air if he took one less breath.

The wounds on his body erupted in severe pain, but it could not affect him in the slightest, and the bloodthirsty monster in his body was nowhere to be seen.

【What do you want to let go of, but the pain is overwhelming? What do you want to hold on to, but you feel empty and empty...】

Losanne II suddenly found that he had been shaking.

But he knew that this tremor was completely different from the tremor he felt when facing flames and sunlight.

Those are instinctive tremors, animalistic fears.

And now...

The fear now is...

[You understand too little, and you don’t understand too much... You don’t know what to be loyal to, so you can only grit your teeth and lower your head, numb your eyes, and slightly relieve the pain and depression...]

Losanne II bit his lower lip so hard that it drew blood.

That stupid old man.

He clenched his fists and forced himself to repeat this.

Everything you do is meaningless...

Help?

Stupid.

Stupid...

How stupid!

[It’s okay, kid, I’ve had it too, it’s okay, you will understand in the end, it will pass, it will pass...]

The old man finished speaking and slowly fell down, clutching his heart.

But still smiled at him.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The next moment, Lausanne II, who could no longer bear it, roared into the darkness.

Hoarse and desperate.

"I don't need it," the killer said emotionally, "I don't need his help at all!"

No! need! want!

Why?

Why!

Stupid!

Stupid! ! !

Tiles and Hilley were startled by the killer's sudden move at first, but when they came to their senses, the prince understood something.

"You? No need?"

Tales snorted coldly.

"Who do you think you are, a killer? The suffering prophet Jurlands?"

Lausanne II's roar weakened.

"Do you think your unfortunate experiences and past setbacks are really that important, so crucial, so unique, so incomparable?"

Tiles's eyes were cold and his voice was stern, which surprised Shilai next to him.

"Does it mean that everyone in the world, no matter tall, short, fat, thin, rich or poor, must be deeply moved and can't wait to sympathize with you, pity you, and save you? So that you can still pretend to be noble and self-righteous and picky. Four: 'Oh, I need this help, I don't need that help'? Who do they want to help and who they don't help? Damn it!"

I don’t know whether he didn’t understand or was really touched. The killer turned his head blankly and stared at Thales.

"And why do you think that as the chief inquisitor of the entire Emerald City, you are the only one Brennan can help, wants to help, wants to help, and must help?"

Tales took a deep breath and quickly flipped through the documents in his hand.

"Especially, those who don't have your skill and strength, are stubborn and stubborn, but also want to get fairness and truth in this world..."

Tiles threw the documents on the Diop case in front of Lausanne II:

"Ordinary people."

Lausanne II’s eyes turned:

The paper just stopped on the autopsy report of Diop's mistress.

The killer's breath was stagnant.

Just listen to the prince's cold voice:

"For example: In the Emerald City back then, the young attendant was framed by an innocent person and was pushed out to take responsibility."

The killer shuddered slightly.

Losanne II's breathing quickened, his expression became fierce, he turned his head and gritted his teeth:

"You know shit!"

Tales showed no sign of weakness and snorted coldly.

"Yes, I know shit, but you?"

Tiles looked at a piece of letter paper in the document in his hand, remembering the solemnity and majesty in the court, repeatedly reflecting on himself in the letter, thinking about his late wife, and working very hard for the late Grand Inquisitor, and then looked at the motionless in front of him. A vampire killer who doesn't take salt of his life and claims to be cold-blooded and self-righteous can't help but feel angry and unworthy of the former.

The next second, Thales slapped the document in his hand on the ground in front of Lausanne II:

"Even if you know it, you're just a piece of shit!"

He was still angry and gave the prisoner a middle finger:

"You may not care, Lausanne II, but the fact is: even when you are weak, you have given up, surrendered to reality, closed yourself up and destroyed your conscience, and boasted that you have seen the world and know the truth. From now on, you will only have a thin life. When pretending to be profound and sarcastic..."

Tales said angrily:

"In this world, there are still people, countless people, at every moment, sparing no effort in the darkness and striving forward!"

Just for the end of darkness, that light that may never come.

After the words fell, there was silence in the dungeon.

Losanne II stared blankly at the paper in front of him, still silent.

Tales clenched his fists, chest heaving, trying his best to adjust his emotions.

On the other side, Shilay Kevindill, who witnessed the entire process, let out a long sigh.

She walked forward slowly and bent down to pick up the papers scattered on the floor.

"Okay, it's okay, calm down."

The eldest lady’s voice was surprisingly gentle, as if she was comforting a child.

But it seemed to be surprisingly useful. Thales took a deep breath to calm down.

She organized the documents, raised her head and asked:

"What's next?"

Tales closed his eyes, opened them again, gritted his teeth and said:

"No more. We can go."

Hilai was startled, looked at the document in his hand, and then looked at Lausanne II who seemed to have lost his soul and remained motionless.

"What? That's it?"

Tales turned his head away from the prisoner and nodded with all his strength:

"That's it."

Xi Lai frowned. She glanced at her gloves and then at Thales, wanting to say something, but finally sighed:

"Okay, let me listen to you."

She stood up and walked towards the small door of the dungeon first.

The chains rang.

"She's dead."

A hoarse voice sounded, and the breath was like a gossamer.

The two of them stopped in unison.

Xilai turned around and said doubtfully:

"What?"

I saw Lausanne II still staring at the darkness above his head, and said dullly:

"When I arrived, the wool merchant's mistress was already dead."

Tales and Hilley looked at each other, then turned around again.

"How did you die?"

Tales asked.

Losanne II slowly turned his head, his eyes calm as his focus left the darkness:

"I, I tied the wool merchant next to her body and interrogated him - I even used supernatural powers."

According to Federico's plan, he should have simply killed someone, but...

"After I killed the wine merchant, the wool merchant began to worry. He was worried that someone would reopen the Duke's assassination case, and he was even more worried that someone - no matter who it was - was going to kill him or get him to testify, so he planned to flee out of the city to avoid trouble. ."

Lausanne II said slowly:

"But he didn't have enough cash on hand, and he didn't dare to go home to get the money. Then he suddenly remembered that he had spent a lot on his mistress, and he wanted to get some back as travel expenses..."

Tiles' eyelids twitched.

Xilai frowned and asked:

"So, Diop killed his mistress if she didn't want to give him money?"

Losanne II shook his head with dull eyes, causing the chain to rustle.

"On the contrary, she is very happy, and only a little more - all her savings from starting as an actress."

At this point, Lausanne II snorted and said sarcastically:

"For this man, this 'true love' she found after all the hard work."

Hilai couldn’t help but wonder:

"What? Then why is Diop still..."

"Because she has no cash in hand, only bank checks, and she needs to go out and sign to get the money," Lausanne II said coldly, "Obviously, Diop doesn't believe her and thinks this is an excuse for her to get rid of herself. ."

True love.

"He is still suspicious, thinking that if he is involved in such a big case, she might betray him later..."

True love.

"I even feel that if he leaves like this, sooner or later someone will ask her about his whereabouts..."

True love.

"He also questioned, with the other person's qualifications and appearance, how could she have fallen in love with him who is old and ugly if she didn't want him to be rich? Now that he is no longer beautiful, she will definitely abandon him... ”

True love.

The sarcastic expression of Lausanne II became more and more obvious:

"The more he thought about it, the more afraid and hateful he became, so he yelled and cursed, saying that she used to be an actress on the stage, and she was a prostitute. She was used to acting on every occasion, and she must have a lot of cash hidden behind her back..."

Listening to Lausanne II's reconstruction of the scene at that time, Thales became increasingly heavy-hearted and frowned.

"She was wronged, angry, retorted, and emotional, so the wool merchant took action, tied her up, tortured her, threatened her, and forced her to question..."

Hilai poohed loudly:

"Coward."

Losanne II snorted coldly and continued:

"It was then that the woman seemed to wake up and finally saw through 'true love', so she became unexpectedly tough..."

At least she is tougher than her lover.

"He also said something about the health of his bed, which made the wool merchant unhappy, so he picked up the sculpture beside the bed..."

Tales couldn’t bear to hear any more and concluded his speech:

"So she died."

Losanne II sneered.

"Or in the words of that guy when he begged for mercy," the killer's eyes showed disdain and hatred, "'I just wanted to teach her a lesson and scare her, but I didn't expect that she would die.'"

"Coward." Heeley repeated again, his tone cold.

After the words fell, the dungeon returned to silence.

Only the atmosphere is depressing.

After a long time, Thales finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now," he looked at the report in Hilley's hand sadly, "this case is complete."

At least, for the actress who quit the stage for true love.

Also to the dedicated Judge Brennan.

I hope they can rest in peace.

"Although it is strange to say this," Thales reorganized his thoughts and tried to get back to the topic, "but whether it is the Diop case or... you seem to be a principled killer."

Losanne II opened his eyes suddenly!

"Principles are bullshit."

He seems to have turned back into the cold-blooded killer:

"I hate cowards, I want to torture one to death when I see one, that's all."

Besides, many innocent people have died at his hands over the years.

He has long since...

Abandon the principle.

But Thales just looked at him calmly.

"Theresa."

"Huh?" Xi Lai turned his head.

"That woman, Diop's mistress, her name is Theresa," Thales said quietly, "After the Year of Blood, she was abducted by human traffickers to Harvest Town, and she died when she was less than fourteen years old. After giving birth to two children, it took several years before I finally found a chance to escape and was taken in by a theater troupe in Emerald City. I started working as a backstage chore until I stepped onto the stage."

Losanne II took a breath.

"It's a pity..."

Losanne II closed his eyes.

"What if..."

Tier paused for a moment, but after all he couldn’t continue, he just sighed:

"She deserves a better life."

No matter as a person.

Still a woman.

"I could have saved her." Lausanne II croaked.

Tales raised his head in confusion:

"What?"

I saw the vampire killer looking at the darkness in front of him, as if looking at the past, and said quietly:

"She was seriously injured and on the verge of death, but I, I was still able to save her."

Tales and Hilley exchanged glances.

Lausanne II looked in a trance:

"But she said..."

In the evil whispering dream, the woman, the dying Teresa, said to him in despair...

"Her life is too miserable."

Losanne II said blankly.

Whether being ignored, trafficked, enslaved, fostered, betrayed, killed...

Whether in my hometown, in the human trafficking market in Sangare, in Harvest Town, or in the Emerald City...

Whether you grit your teeth and endure it, or force a smile, whether you cry every night, or lean against the door and smile...

It’s all too bitter, too bitter.

No matter love or family, there is still hope for the future...

There is no single cure.

But she was stuck in too deep and struggled to escape. She tried to commit suicide several times, but she lacked the final courage.

So now, she finally...

Enough is enough.

It was then that he suddenly understood...

"I can't save her." Lausanne II's eyes were dead.

From the beginning, it was destined not to be saved.

Neither Thales nor Hilley spoke, and the atmosphere in the dungeon was extremely depressing.

"But she did hide some money."

Losanne II suddenly spoke, as if waking up from a nightmare, slightly anxious:

"It's in the mezzanine of the guest room. Your person came so fast that I didn't have time to find him."

Tales was surprised:

"Money? Guest room?"

Losanne II took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and spoke:

"After she got rich, she hired mercenaries to go to Harvest Town and snatched her two children out, but she didn't dare to tell anyone about it, so she could only hide in the theater troupe and do odd jobs..."

Tales and Hilley looked at each other.

"I understand," the prince responded with a serious tone, "I will send someone to handle it, and her money will be properly distributed to them."

Losanne II let out a breath and rested his head on the cold ground again.

"Thank you."

He said numbly.

There was another long silence.

Until Thales sighed.

"What exactly changed you?"

He couldn't bear to look at the wounded, disabled and disheartened killer in front of him, and shouted an unfamiliar name:

"Joe Boyer?"

Losanne II trembled slightly.

Hilai looked at Thales with a lot of questions in his eyes

"If you don't plan to kill me," Lausanne II still looked at the darkness above his head and swallowed, numb and mechanical, "you can go, Your Highness."

Tiles did not speak, but stared at the cold-blooded killer in front of him with complicated eyes, the former knight's attendant.

Finally, he closed his eyes:

"Let's go, Shirley."

Hilay on the other side sighed and put away the documents in his hand:

"I told you, it's useless."

She looked sharply:

"Only Jacques works."

But Thales shook his head:

"It's not Jacques that works."

The prince turned and walked toward the dungeon door, leaving his prisoner behind.

"It's what Jacques asked him to see," Thales said solemnly, "or, in other words, what he didn't want to see."

"Humph, just pretending."

Hilay curled his lips, glanced at the numb prisoner on the ground, and quickly left side by side with Thales:

"I said, how much time do you have to waste before you are willing to use my method?"

Tiles’ tone was calm, just like his footsteps:

"Please, Heeley, give me another chance."

The eldest lady snorted coldly, and was about to reject and ridicule her out of habit, but she glanced at Thales' pale side face and when the words came to her lips, she finally had no choice but to change:

"Hey, okay - the last time."

"Thank you."

Tales exhaled and stopped as he held the door handle.

"I'm sorry, Lausanne II, but I'm afraid you won't like what I'm going to do to you next." He lowered his head and said.

The killer's indifferent sneer came from behind:

"Don't you do enough?"

Tales was silent for a while:

"But I do think you still need it."

Lausanne II sneered again, accompanied by rude sarcasm:

"What, are you going to take off your pants in front of me next?"

The sound of opening the door sounded, and Thales and Shilai disappeared outside the door.

A sound of salutes and greetings came from outside the door.

And the noisy footsteps, large and small, coming and going.

But to Lausanne II, that didn't matter.

The bloodthirsty monster in his body that looked terrifying but was actually cowardly and always escaped at critical moments secretly emerged, thirsting for blood, but he ignored it one by one.

Losanne II just stared blankly at the darkness above his head.

When...

It’s just sunrise?

There was a loud sound outside the dungeon door~IndoMTL.com~, including scolding, uproar, the prince's reprimanding voice that was difficult to ignore, and the eldest lady's unique and annoying sarcastic voice.

But that has nothing to do with him.

He was just locked in the darkness, focusing on...

Waiting for the sunrise.

Waiting, I don’t know when it will no longer shine on him...

Fiery light.

Crack.

The wooden door was opened again.

This time, a strange footsteps broke into his eardrums.

The steps are not heavy, but steady and powerful. It is obvious that he has practiced the lower body.

And...

Lausanne II's nose twitched.

It has a light perfume smell.

It’s just right, not too rich or too gaudy, and even has an indescribable sense of freshness.

Relaxing.

Who is it?

New guards?

The visitor slowly approached, and finally appeared in his field of vision through the dim candlelight.

It's a woman.

But the moment he saw the person clearly, the eyes of Lausanne II, who had been numb for a long time, trembled!

"Hey, you even have no hands?"

The new woman covered her mouth and nose, turned away, and snorted sarcastically or with relief:

"I really didn't expect that with your ability, it would be so miserable."

Lausanne II's breathing stopped.

The boy was right.

He won't like this.

The killer stared blankly at the person in front of him, holding back countless complex and subtle emotions.

But maybe what the boy doesn't know is that, to some extent...

He is better than the girl Kevin Dill who has weird magic that can bring back the dead and create illusions...

More cruel.

Much crueler.

"Hey."

The next second, Lausanne II spoke with difficulty and called out the name he had not heard for many years:

"Belicia."(End of Chapter)

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