I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 327 - 194: Achilles’s Ambush

"The person who instructed me to do all this is Duke Zheng," William’s soul replied very sluggishly.

Kundra did not get the answer he wanted; the soul’s reaction was the most direct situation, meaning that Duke Zheng indeed frequently issued commands to him.

Walton and Kundra looked at Duke Tia, who stared at Marquis William’s soul for a moment and asked, "Who is the real culprit behind the Inner Demon?"

Marquis William’s soul showed an expression of pain, seemingly very afraid and struggling. The soul fluctuated for a while before saying, "The real culprit behind the Inner Demon is Prince Oliver."

The cell suddenly fell silent; the situation had reached this point, and everyone present knew in their hearts. The once unshakeable King was suddenly demoted; no one could stand such a blow. No matter how composed Prince Oliver acted, historically, no one ever willingly relinquished power just like that. Ultimately, they had to face brothers turning against each other.

Walton opened the Soul Manual, turned to a blank page, and Marquis William’s soul was sucked into the Soul Manual. The Soul Manual closed, and the wailing of the soul instantly vanished.

"How long can it be preserved?" Duke Tia asked.

"A few years should be no problem," Walton said casually. Marquis William’s soul had become the key to this case, and Duke Tia’s words obviously had deeper meaning.

"Cough, cough, Metropolitan Walton, I suggest we send this Soul Manual to the Royal Palace together. This matter is significant and shouldn’t remain in our hands," Kundra said, immediately picking up Duke Tia’s cue.

Among everyone, Duke Tia was the most neutral. Although there were struggles in facing some policies and reforms from the King, this old aristocrat, bonded with the kingdom, defended its stability. Whatever happened in the past, the current Ola the Eighteenth was the rightful King, undeniable. Other matters could be set aside, but on this matter, he was the ballast stone.

Walton was silent for a moment, "Let’s go to the palace together."

"Three uncles, the task is done, efficient indeed. Uncle Walton, I think it would be most impartial if I kept your Little People Book; no one could have any complaints," Achilles said with a smile, glancing at the soulless body on the ground. This was a rhythm of eternal damnation. Extracting the soul was a higher degree of death penalty than being burned at the stake, only used by the Church Court for heinous criminals, severing reincarnation and karma, dissolving them completely.

In fact, at the moment of arresting Marquis William, the King had already made the decision; no luck was involved.

Walton looked at Achilles, and Achilles showed no embarrassment. Duke Tia and Grandmaster Kundra also looked at Walton, who slowly handed over the Soul Manual.

As the Soul Manual was handed over, Kundra secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while Duke Tia’s expression remained solemn. The four of them followed Achilles to the Royal Palace, the carriage speeding along, urgency was paramount, any delay could lead to unforeseen changes. Travis was certainly not qualified; he needed to seal off the Funeral Man Base to prevent any leaks.

Outside, the weather was still pleasant, like an ordinary weekend in Hedan, completely different from the darkness inside the cell. People were still engrossed in the tales of Utopia Mountain, completely unaware of the grim atmosphere inside the Royal Palace.

Ola the Eighteenth, Crown Prince Hokele, Second Prince Achilles, the venerable Duke Tia, Grandmaster James, Grandmaster Kundra, Metropolitan Walton.

The two brothers exchanged a knowing glance; Hokele had been busy with the Earth Mother Goddess’s Glory Battle recently. Although he had heard of these matters, he hadn’t involved himself. Organizing and preparing the Glory Battle wasn’t smooth sailing either, involving supplying people for the Golden Tree, which was also an opportunity for knightly prowess enhancement, along with the Kingdom’s influence. As the heir, he had to ensure it was successful without any mistakes, and dealing with emissaries from other countries was honestly keeping him very busy.

Ola the Eighteenth examined the testimonies of Marquis William’s soul and Sally, and the list was compiled. The young rakes from the Hunting Enjoyment Club were trivial, but mainly Duke Zheng, who had rapidly developed over the years and controlled a considerable amount of power, also infiltrating the military, required cautious handling.

"Prince Achilles, a mere soul testimony isn’t enough," James said, "Sally’s weight isn’t sufficient either."

Souls don’t lie, that’s common knowledge, but the issue is that souls themselves can be mistaken, such as when the host is misled into an erroneous understanding. If it were ordinary people, this would suffice, but Duke Zheng is currently one of the Eight Dukes of Moncalleta. You can’t just take him down based on a single testimony. While forcefully taking him down isn’t impossible, the backlash and consequences would be substantial.

"Grandmaster James, based on the intelligence we gathered, using Dark Cuisine to control Marquis William and other members of the Hunting Enjoyment Club was directly orchestrated by Duke Zheng and his son Zheng Shengxun. They also consumed Dark Cuisine themselves. Those who consume Dark Cuisine long-term will have a violent reaction if they eat dishes made by the Gourmet Association, leading to severe side effects. Mild cases cause vomiting, while severe cases directly trigger the accumulated fallen power, turning them into the Fallen. We just need to find another elder from the Gourmet Association to verify it," Achilles remarked with a smile.

"You mean Bocuse?" James frowned, which was simply impossible.

Achilles chuckled, and the King gave him a look, "Don’t keep us in suspense, just say it."

Achilles sighed, "Yes, Father. Grandmaster James, when I took over this case, I requested assistance from the Holy Land, and fortunately, I found another elder from the Gourmet Association. He is in the palace right now."

The ministers present were taken aback; since his return, this Second Prince was either having affairs or on the way to one. Everyone thought he was completely lost to vice, sometimes even hoping for another heir. Unexpectedly, he’d pulled a major move, likely unnoticed precisely because everyone had ignored him. The effort to win over Didia had started a while ago, but preconceived notions made no one take him seriously.

"With William’s soul evidence, Sally’s testimony, and the cooking conflict, that should be sufficient. After all, we must give a proper explanation for the tragic deaths of Hedan’s innocent citizens," Ola the Eighteenth said.

James and Kundra’s eyes lit up, while Duke Tia and Metropolitan Walton remained expressionless. A storm of bloodshed was inevitable.

"Your Majesty, there’s no time to waste. Let’s do it today," James bowed, casting an appreciative glance at Achilles.

Achilles was still smiling, thinking to himself, "Surely, after all this, I won’t be criticized when I’m doing good deeds and comforting lonely wives, right?"

The big fish was Duke Zheng, small fry didn’t require so much effort, but everyone knew Duke Zheng was the main course but not the centerpiece dish. However, no one was willing to say it aloud. The Church adhered to its consistent principle of not involving itself in royal power struggles; Walton kept his silence, his presence solely to listen. The Church would only testify when something involved a cult, as the King’s authority couldn’t be profaned. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Some things, Duke Tia wouldn’t mention, nor would Walton. Kundra and James exchanged looks, and James continued, "According to William’s testimony, the case involves Prince Oliver. Shouldn’t we also invite Prince Oliver to assist in the investigation?"

James’s wording was cautious, as this taboo had lingered in the Kingdom for a long time. The court was very prudent, but having come this far, there had to be a move forward.