There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 834 - 701 Rose Sonata

Chapter 834: Chapter 701 Rose Sonata

The foothills of Aige Peak glowed with the light of fire.

Thousands of soldiers were stationed here, but there was no sign of disarray; they wore helmets that completely covered their heads and donned silver armor that radiated a blood qi mixed with the icy winds.

The Messenger felt somewhat intimidated upon arrival.

However, after realizing that the leading officer here was very courteous towards him, he perked up again.

Although he did not act as arrogant as he did in Silver Castle, his demeanor was still filled with pride as he rode his horse past the neatly arrayed Silver Shield Army.

In such a short time, of course, he hadn’t managed to count every single one.

But from his vantage point on the temporary inspection platform, including the three thousand troops that had just arrived, the soldiers in the valley numbered at least ten thousand.

“Aige Peak is the place most susceptible to attacks by Magical Beasts, so there are more soldiers stationed here. Besides that, we also have troops at the other three peaks and four mountains of the Far North Mountain Range. Would the envoy like to visit and inspect them?” the officer asked with a steady and amiable smile.

“Hmm…”

Although the Messenger really didn’t want to run around in this snowy and icy place,

he still carried a mission from the Royal Capital.

Thus, he could only reluctantly agree to make the trip, accompanied by a team of attendants and the officer, leaving Aige Peak to inspect other locations of the Silver Shield Army.

And after the Messenger had left,

the Duke of Silver, dressed in the Silver Shield Army’s armor, emerged from somewhere and entered the tent with an impassive face; Xu Shuo was already waiting inside.

“That kid left three people behind in the city.”

“Just three, it’s no big deal,” Xu Shuo responded, sipping hot tea.

The Duke of Silver looked at him: “Are you planning to wait until everyone from this unit has gathered to take them all in one fell swoop? How should we proceed?”

Upon hearing this, Xu Shuo also looked at him: “It would be best if you were not present when I do it.”

“Why?”

“No reason.”

“…”

The Duke of Silver rarely asked such questions.

Yet he received no answer.

He did not inquire any further but sat in front of the desk to review documents while casually leaving instructions for matters related to Silver City-State.

Time passed slowly.

The tent was very quiet, with only the sound of pages turning occasionally, and the candlelight flickering, highlighting the two silent figures.

Then, rustling noises came from outside.

Someone left a secret signal at the entrance of the tent.

The Messenger, who went to scout the movements of the Silver Shield Army, had returned.

The Duke of Silver looked up, walked to the curtain of the tent, and gently parted a slit to look outside.

The attendants brought by the Messenger guarded the area around the tent he stayed in; it seemed impossible to get close and eavesdrop on what was happening inside, but the Duke of Silver did not give up there.

His eyes glimmered subtly, his silvery-gray eyes seemingly swirling with faint light, unusually bright in the dim surroundings.

After a moment,

Xu Shuo asked: “What did you see?”

The Duke of Silver withdrew his gaze: “As I suspected, he carries something that can communicate with the Royal Capital, probably a kind of magic, likely linked to his blood qi.”

Xu Shuo asked with a smile brimming: “Do you think there’s a possibility of turning him to our side?”

“Impossible.”

The Duke of Silver didn’t hesitate to outright reject the notion without a second thought.

He continued: “The Royal Capital would have anticipated this situation, so it’s essentially undoable for us, and we might even alarm them unnecessarily.”

Send over someone without much capability.

At a critical time of standoff between two armies, anyone would think that such a weakling could be easily swayed.

But if they could think of it,

So could the other side.

Therefore, this well-known possibility simply doesn’t exist.

Xu Shuo chuckled at this, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

They were not in a rush to act.

After all, the Silver Shield Army planned to set out at midnight, so there was no need to hurry in dealing with the Messenger’s issue; they just needed to keep an eye on every move of his party.

No matter what, tonight, the Silver Shield Army will inevitably set out for the continent!

The Duke of Silver came with the map and spread it out in front of the two, planning the marching route for the Silver Shield Legion.

“It’s rare that the snowstorm has eased these two days; we should take this opportunity to quickly cross the Far North Mountain Range and enter the Andas Mountains from here as soon as possible to minimize losses.”

“How many days will it take to march through the Far North Mountain Range?”

“About four days.”

“Don’t worry, I estimate that in the following four days, there won’t be such heavy snow anymore.”

Xu Shuo said thoughtfully.

The Duke of Silver heard this and wasn’t surprised either.

If the ceaseless snowstorms of this Far North land are indeed brought by the Ice and Snow Elf Clan, then perhaps the snow here may see a day of melting.

The snow in the City-State has already stopped.

Only within the mountain range does snow continue to fall.

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The night gradually deepened.

The pale sky was covered in a misty blue, but the bright moon remained as always, its cold light illuminating the snowy landscapes around, and the reflected soft white glow allowed ordinary people to see their surroundings.

The Silver Shield Army, who were patrolling the hills, gradually quieted down after their evening meal.

The encampment area was utterly silent.

The Messenger stayed alone inside the tent, warming himself by the stove.

Then, perhaps feeling the outside quietness was too unusual, he peered out from under the tent flap somewhat uneasily.

Seeing his own attendants still guarding around the tent, and the Silver Shield Army still patrolling not far away, he breathed a sigh of relief and thought that he might be too nervous.

He planned to head back to the Silver City-State after symbolically standing guard here for two days.

Previously, he found the City-State too cold.

But now that he had come to the mountain encampment.

He felt that the city was actually quite warm.

The bright moon shone high in the sky.

Unbeknownst to the Messenger, the attendants outside the tent had all silently fallen into a deep slumber.

And the Silver Shield troops, who had been patrolling not far before, had also left without notice at some point, leaving this tent isolated, standing quietly in the snow.

Xu Shuo had said not to let anyone watch.

He had even cleared out the nearby Silver Shield troops.

Although the Duke of Silver was very curious, to show respect for his teammate, he still expressionlessly signaled the patrolling Silver Shield troops to fall back.

Then he watched the tent with great interest.

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When Xu Shuo entered the tent, the Messenger was dozing against a cushion, still holding on to the stove.

Perhaps it was the cold wind that woke him when the tent flap was lifted.

The Messenger suddenly jolted awake, then slowly came to his senses, and when he opened his eyes, he found to his confused surprise that there were about a dozen people lying in his tent.

But he hadn’t quite grasped the situation yet.

At that moment, a clear, ethereal voice suddenly carried through, like the enchanting chant of a wraith in the cold night.

“Awake, are you? Would you like to hear a tune?”

The Messenger abruptly turned his head and met a pair of pitch-dark, deep eyes.

The girl smiled at him, walnut-colored hair cascading over her shoulders, and she cradled an amber violin, resting against her arm, where dark browns and light browns complemented each other.

The next moment.

A melody emanated from the strings of the violin.

The Messenger’s eyes instantly became lost.

At first listen, the tune was cheerful and pleasant, like a light breeze sweeping over distant sand dunes.

But then it quickly became elegiac and melancholic, filled with resentment and heart-wrenching beauty, the fluctuating tune undulating in ways that defied understanding, making one’s head spin and dizzied the mind.

It was as if sinking into the pitch-dark deep sea, and also into the quiet swirling vortex within the deep sea.

Then, continually falling and drowning.

Special Skill: “Rose Sonata”.

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