MTL - Ultimate Assassin System-v3 Chapter 1004 He really dares!

The change is happening, and the celebration banquet, which is nearing its end, naturally ends.

Of course, the great prince would not stay to investigate the case, and so was the nobility. Even if they have the intention to stay and watch the excitement of the O'Gryle family, or have any other plans, but now the city is dead after all, or an air-level expert, everyone is unavoidably uneasy and uneasy. Chiyuzhizhi, this trip to muddy water is still not dare to go.

So after a short while, all the nobles were escorted by the rushing family guards except the members of the O'Gler family, such as the Duke of Mitchell, and those designated by the great prince to cooperate in the investigation. Leaving the theater.

A lively and grand banquet came to an end. Of course, watching Duke Mitchell's resentment and the anger of the great prince to leave his sleeve, everyone knows that Winsling's death will not end so easily. On the contrary, it is just the beginning. For the next period, it will not be much. The situation in the stable capital city is bound to make waves again, and the tide is surging ...

After half a ring, the theater's empty hall.

"The captain of the Second Hall of the Dragon Riding Squad, Bowie, and the deputy captain Bernie ..." He paused and looked at the strange nobles who were not known for his knighthood. He bowed and saluted. I've seen you adults. "

An old noble with no hair, who was designated to stay when the great prince left before, asked coldly, "Sir Winsling died in the patrol area of ​​your brigade?"

It sounded like direct guilt, but Bowes was calm and nodded calmly: "According to our judgment, yes. The specific location should be in an alleyway close to Baker's street."

"Damn! How are you patrolling ..."

The voice did not fall. "Duke Mitchell!" The white-haired old aristocrat frowned, interrupting Mitchell's growling roar. Press the palm of your hand. "Calm down for a moment, anger can't solve any problems. I will report to the Crown Prince later, so please wait for me to complete the question first,"

Looking at Mitchell who was sitting back in anger, the old white-haired nobleman turned his head and asked, "I heard you killed a suspect?"

"Yes, sir. That's a mole ... Um. It's an assassin, and we found him near the alleyway. He was about to step forward to ask him who he was, but he turned around and ran, and he was fast. Only me Vice captain Bernie will be able to catch up, then we fought, he was very strong, we also paid him some price to kill him on the spot. "Touched the wounded wounded wound cloth, Bowes faced Lucky color replied.

"Since you said the assassin was a suspect, then do you think he has something to do with Sir Winsling's death?"

"Yes."

"You fart!" Heard here. Mitchell couldn't help snarling again, "I know what your police station wants to do. I tell you, this time you don't want to fool around easily."

Bowers frowned: "Master ..."

Pointing at Bernie, "Answer me, what are you fighting with him?"

"Um, senior pinnacles." This is almost the limit of the realm you can cultivate without good fighting spirit. Of course, with Bowen's and Bernie's excessively excessive fighting experience, the ordinary preliminaries are not necessarily their opponents.

"Hah, I heard nothing. It's just a high-level peak ... a joke! How can you two assassins who can be killed by getting a little wounded, assassinated my son who has a realm of air-level realm! Isn't this a fool?"

When Bowers heard his word doubled, he was interrupted and questioned twice, which annoyed him. What's wrong with your son's air-level realm, high strength and low combat power, more idiots to capsize in the gutter ... uh, wait, your son?

The old white-haired nobleman frowned, and finally spread his hands to introduce them to Bowes: "This is the Duke of Mitchell, the father of the victim Winsling."

If you are old and lost your son, then there is nothing to say. Bernie sniffed, resisting the sneezing, and explained patiently: "Master Duke, we have not fool you, nor have the courage. These can be investigated ..."

Of course, Mitchell, who was out of anger, didn't have time to listen to any explanation. He waved and asked: "If you can investigate, why did you kill the assassin. Now that the clue is broken, how can you investigate?"

This is irrational. Who would kill someone as soon as they could come? In other words, you can't just let the opponent kill them in order to capture them.

Bernie was very patient, and continued to explain: "This is what the Duke did. At that time we didn't know that your son had been killed, but just treated the other party as an ordinary assassin. In addition, the other party's strength was not weak, and we did not capture it. Hold on, this is ... "

"I know the identity of the assassin," Powes interjected, "Although he was dead, his shooting habits, weird assassination style, etc. when he fought, I am familiar with it ... I have ninety percent certainty to be sure of him identity of!"

"Well?" Mitchell and the white-haired old nobleman couldn't help but hesitated, and then asked in delight: "Who is he?"

"Should be people in the gray space, I have dealt with them when I was in the north." Bowes' tone was extremely positive. However, when they heard each other, Mitchell looked at each other, but they were all confused, "What is the gray space?" Based on their status and the living environment in the south of the capital, they have never heard of the name of the gray space. Not to mention the gray space is like someone, used to a low-key ...

"An assassin organization in the north is similar to the Bounty Hunter Guild. Although there is no actual evidence, there is an inextricable connection between them and the Gray Army." A moment later, Bowes looked at the still blank Mitchell. The two thought about it and said, "Should the two adults have heard the name of Tang En?"

"Tang En ... that wanted criminal?" I have to say that although Tang En tried his best to keep a low profile, his name was already a small name on the Nishizawa mainland. Especially in the Bran Empire, especially before the Temple of Light and the Empire joined together to hang his wanted portraits all over the Empire, there was a lot of noise.

Bowes certainly nodded: "Yes, that's the wanted criminal. Gray Space, the assassin organization, was founded by him."

Pausing for a while, turning to look at Mitchell, who had no idea what to think, "According to the information we collected, Sir Winsling's relationship with Down was not good, and he could even be called an enemy. Combining that from Assassins in gray space, we have reason to infer ... "

"It was homicide ... it was Tang En who killed Winsling ..." Mitchell murmured in disappointment. Of course, he knew the resentment between his son and Tang En. Just half a year ago, Winsling also took The master of the family and several royal courts dedicated their intentions to kill Tang En, but they failed, and Winsling returned seriously.

The eyes of the white-haired old aristocrat flashed aside. Although he didn't say anything, he already agreed with Powes's guess. Because he has a very close relationship with the great prince, he also knows the matter of the temple ... Although it is not very clear, it can already be inferred that Tang En's presence in the capital is extremely likely. In this way, it is normal to come to Winsling's revenge.

And think about it the other way around. Assassins who have the power to hit Winsling's eyebrows in one shot will kill. Except for Tang En, there are not many in this world ...

There are motive for assassination, matching strength, and the clue of gray space assassin. All the evidence points to the guy named Down.

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, the white-haired old aristocrat who felt that the situation had become complicated asked with a sigh, "What else have you found?"

"Yes!" Just asking casually, but Powes took the blood-stained sheepskin from his arms very seriously, and passed it, "Lord, look at this."

Suddenly, the old white-haired aristocrat reached out subconsciously to take over, and then looked down at the messy lines drawn on the sheepskin, and various rough graffiti shaped like a house, and couldn't help asking, "What's this?"

"Map! A map of the assassination search from that assassin!" Bowers looked calmly. "I once saw a famous painting depicting the shrine guild, although it was just the topographic building in the corner of the guild ... eh, I'm not sure, so please come and have a look. "

"The Temple General Assembly? How is it possible ... oh!" Of course, as a white-haired old aristocrat, of course, he is qualified to land on the island to enter the Temple General Assembly. Although this number is not too many, it is enough to leave him a vague impression. But now looking at this rough sheepskin map in front of him, and again comparing the fuzzy memories in his brain, the white-haired old aristocrat trembled with trembling body, the more pale his face became, the palms of his hands were trembling. Will the map? "

He exclaimed, "This bastard, what is he trying to do-Duke Mitchell, take a look, is this the map of the shrine?"

After frowning and watching the meeting, Mitchell opened his mouth and touched the parchment paper with his hand: "This is the Bishop's Hall ... this is the corridor ... and the blessing fountain ... this ... this is the shrine general assembly!"

"Where is that?" Powes stepped forward, pointing at the converging points of the many lines on the sheepskin map, marked with a red x, and asked.

"This is ... a prayer chamber? The Pope meditations a dedicated prayer chamber for communicating with the gods every day?"

"That's right ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ is the prayer quiet room of the Pope!"

"Uh ... difficult, isn't ..." Mitchell and the white-haired old aristocrat thought of something, but their lips kept trembling and trembling, but they couldn't speak or dare to speak.

After a moment of silence, Powes finally licked his lips, and said the answer extremely dryly: "It turns out ... he was going to assassinate the Pope ..."

"He he ... he dares!"

"Sir, although I don't want to admit it, but think about what he did before, and then think about the reason why Lord Sword God was injured ... He really dares!"

"... come, prepare a horse! I will immediately enter the King's Castle and meet His Royal Highness! Damn, where have all the people gone, hurry up-"

………… (To be continued

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