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Oliver's head was a mess of wretchedness: where did they come from among the countless gifts, and who gave them to his slaves?

"You always know the origin of the Assassins you sent out yourself—do you really know?"

The director of the bureau recognized the essence of Oliver's stupidity, so he did not rush to force him to confess immediately, but began to analyze it for him in an orderly manner. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Taking care of Master Oliver's almost collapsed spirit and intelligence, the Secretary of the Commission slowed down the speed of his speech very slowly, as if he was pure and seductive, and as if he was talking to himself-

"It is absolutely impossible to transfer directly in the family, whether it is the Affairs Bureau or the Hu Guard, the transfer of seventh-level slaves must have a warrant from the chief of attendants. They were apparently slaves who had just left the camp, apparently yes, and there were no records of this in the Duran's training camps. The master himself has never given an order, and we have also asked the old gentleman in advance, and he has not prepared any seventh-level slaves for you, Young Master Oliver, so they are not from the Duran family - they were bought through the superpower guild, which is possible, but even if there is a luxury seller in the universe who will sell seventh-level slaves, young master, you can't afford to pay the bill for buying seventh-level slaves, not a single one, let alone buy seven in one go. So these slaves can only be given to you by others. ”

"It's hard to figure out who gave you such an expensive gift. The Registrar's words became slower and clearer, "Slaves for their own use or as gifts are never transported like this. Dormant transport, careful not to leave any clues, this is something that can only be used by ambushes and assassins. It's so weird, can the people who gave you the gift know that you were going to send all the slaves out to assassinate when they gave you a gift a week or two ago? But if it's not a prophet, then what is it?"

The Commissioner brought a bottle of golden mulled wine to Oliver's eyes.

"Look at this bottle, Master Oliver, 3968 vintage Wanaj, your favorite, you just drank it a few hours ago. To tell you the truth, the Hu Guards were sweating for you when they found this bottle of wine and the body of your butler Ramsay. If your butler can kill himself, he can kill you, obviously, the wine is poisonous, but fortunately another of your faithful servants has changed a glass for you. ”

The old gentlemen's faces turned pale: "Nonsense, this is simply slander! □□ naked slander! If you had been preparing to kill people in the first place, how could you still have caught Oliver? Who would have used such a humiliating thing as poisoning until it was absolutely necessary, and it was not forced by you, forced -- my God, if they had known in advance that their master could even run out and intervene in the assassination on the spot at the New Year's party, things would not have turned out at all! This was a shameless conspiracy, a trap, and they were all deceived by their insidious and cunning master!

However, such a thing really can't be refuted, and the gaze can't shut up. So, under the coercion of David Duran's energy field, the Secretary of the Bureau unscrupulously, openly and casually fabricated slanders, but in just a few words, Orliver was portrayed as a pitiful little image who was innocently persecuted and used and tortured.

"Think about it, Master Oliver. Who gave you the slave, who gave you advice to escape, where to run away, and ultimately who will keep you safe. You should be glad that the Hu Guards found you in time. Otherwise, if you have any three games and two shorts, you will die unjustly, and you will be burdened with the serious crime of betraying your family and bloodline, and there will never be a day of clarity. And those who take advantage of you are all at large—"

The executioner pulled a whip, and with a sudden force, the whip fell from the sky and struck between Oliver's buttocks. The Director of Affairs grabbed Oliver's neck, strangled the scream in his throat, and shouted, "Who are the people who gave you slaves, say!"

The Secretary of the Commission let go of his hand, and a barrage of names poured out of Oliver's mouth with screams, out of control: Wesson Brick, Vlaar Lübesson, Altis Roanne...... Even Heller Heidi.

Without the help of the skilled stewards and the servants, Oliver could not remember who had given him the slaves, so he gave the names of all the people who gave him gifts. At least a fifth of the people in this room are on the list, and the vast majority of them, if not completely innocent, can be considered to be flying mischief.

"Wronged, master!" the high-ranking vassals who were unfortunate enough to be remembered by Oliver turned pale and fell to their knees, "We have been wronged!"

Of course, the old gentlemen were not spared, and in the midst of Oliver's confession, they also fell to their knees with the crowd -- surrendered, of course, and could never surrender! Now they had only one way left to resist to the end -- and they cried out with the crowd and struck the sky.

"Shut up!" the chief attendant, Hebrew, frowned and scolded, "Whether you are wronged or not is screened by the Bureau, and now you are making noise in front of your master, are you planning to blackmail the rebellion?"

The vassals bowed their heads, and no one dared to speak again.

When the interrogation was over, Oliver said what he had to say, and he retired, passing out.

"Send him to training camp," David commanded mercilessly, "and no one is allowed to let him out until he has broken through the intermediate barriers." ”

The executioner freed Oliver from the interrogation table and dragged him out of the room wrapped in a white cloth, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the floor that made people shudder.

David's gaze was withdrawn from his brother's body and he stopped talking. The director of the bureau took the list of Oliver's confessions and screened them on the spot.

Referring to the confessions of the assassins and the location characteristics of the training camps controlled by these vassal families, as well as some other obvious clues, some vassals and families directly provided that the suspicion of the seventh-level slaves killing the mastermind can be cleared, but the suspicion of whether they were indirectly involved in this matter is still there, that is, they cannot be completely proved innocent, so of course they were taken away by the bureau first, and after the spaceship landed, they were put in the prison for further review.

The people on the list, there were still a dozen or so old gentlemen from vassal families left in the room, and they were extremely suspicious, but because their status was too high, the director of the affairs bureau could not easily judge the interrogation, so he presented the list to the chief of attendants. The chief attendant, Hebrew, sandwiched the list with a secret file and forwarded it to David Duran.

David didn't look at the secret file, but just looked coldly at the noble vassals who were kneeling on the ground. The old gentlemen lowered their heads in panic, and although they knew that something was wrong, they still said: "Please master Mingjian, we are really wronged." ”

"Are you wronged?" David asked lightly, "How are you going to prove your innocence and make me believe that you are wronged." ”

The old gentleman's heart was shocked, and it was cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Whoever asserts who gives proof, and the inference of innocence is the law of the secular world, whereas in the supernatural world, everything has to be reversed. Whatever the suzerain suspects is guilty, this is the code of the superpower world. Oliver's confession, the Bureau's screening, all these have been justified to make their masters suspicious, to make them bear the suspicion of rebellion. In this case, unless they can come up with strong evidence and completely clear their suspicions, it is a rebellion.

Is there any strong evidence, obviously it is impossible!

This is a crime that can directly execute the Yi people, and the old gentlemen's scalps are numb, and they dare not argue that they are not guilty. Heller brought himself to his knees, prostrated himself on the ground, and said with a hard hand, "Yes...... Actually, it was Miss Helena's order to send slaves to Oliver. Miss Helena wanted to kill Miss Gu Hanhan because she hated her. We don't know what happened today, master. Let us apologize with death. ”

"Yes, master, these are all orders from Miss Helena, and we dare not disobey them. The old gentlemen fell to their knees, "The master only needs to invite Miss Helena to come, and it will be clear when he asks." ”

"Do you think I'm Oliver and believe it's all a coincidence?" David" chuckled, and then his anger burst out, "And what about Emperor Ogra and the High Priest of Sittins, and who is the Conch Kingdom under his command?"

He smashed the secret file above the old gentlemen's heads: "You dare to collude with the Dark Temple and participate in the internal struggle of Ogra, before I make the choice to join the world!"

The hatch passed through Heller-Heidi's skull, shattering into a curtain of light on the floor in front of him. The old gentlemen and the Grand Priest of Sittings drank and talked, and the stereoscopic projections of the secret meeting flashed frame by frame, and then died.

Rao is the old gentlemen had already prepared in their hearts, and at this time they were also terrified, and they couldn't help themselves—was this from three months ago or five months ago, long before their plans began, and the conspiracy and trap had already begun?

Is it over?

Is there no help?

The hearts of the old gentlemen were almost hopeless.

"Yes, it's Helena," Heller looked up tremblingly, telling a lie she couldn't even believe, "and that's Helena's order—"

"You still want to put the blame on Helena's head?" David sneered, "Is my contract healer something you can frame casually?"

Heller immediately cried: "Forgive us, our master we are innocent indeed." Please allow us to repent and let the God of the universe decide. ”

"Please order the Bureau to interrogate us. If we are not innocent, we will not be able to maintain our innocence at the hands of our executioners. Brick pleaded as well.

They knew very well that their only way to survive now was to delay, and to delay until Helena arrived and they would be saved. Even though Helena looks like she was being dragged down, as long as she didn't die immediately, they could always be dragged until Helena showed up, regardless of whether it was confession or interrogation.

However, David did not seem to be going to give the old gentlemen a chance to fight against the executioner's whip, and he interrupted them directly: "Sir, I don't think you should need me to forgive, let alone kneel here to prove your innocence to me, never. Lord Heidi, Lord Brick, Lord Lubezon......" David read the names of a dozen old gentlemen in one breath, and took the trouble to use honorific titles, and then said: "Yes, sir, please stand up, you are free." ”

This time it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, not only the old gentlemen, but all the vassals in the room were shocked, and knelt down to plead for mercy.

David was unmoved. "Go and ask Elder Bruch. He instructed the chief attendant, and then took Gu Hanhan's hand and went back to the room.

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