Inside the National Analysis Office next to the King's Office.

All the members except Baron Hannina were here today. They seemed to have something to talk about, but they remained silent from the beginning.

"Shasha" Except for Drahir and Omić, who were holding a biographical book in their hands, everyone in the office was flipping through the materials on their desks, as if they were on vacation.

But if you look closely, you can easily see that these people's relaxation is all faked.

Cowlier's office was in a relative corner of the office, and he was unusually silent today, not saying a word to anyone since the morning. At this moment, he also sat down like other ministers, pretending to be very relaxed, and then casually flipped through the documents prepared by the secretary on the desk.

However, Cowlier, who had always been the most composed, was more impatient today than anyone else. He glanced at the official language on the document that would never change, and immediately lost his mind to read, and raised his eyelids to look at the others in the office.

Today, the Prime Minister, Sir Bipp, did not rush through the papers on his desk and left with his file bag in his arms, the old orc Morinda no longer took his magnifying glass, and walked back and forth with his cane beside the map in his office, and Sira Marne naturally did not whisper to the old orc with interest beside the map, and Draxier and Omich did not look like they were going to leave.

Today, for Cowlier, the sound of the knights training outside seemed louder than ever, and the temperature in the room was hotter than ever. The hot morning and the noisy sounds made the old mage feel irritable, and the sweat on his temples couldn't help but slide down the wrinkles of his cheeks, and he couldn't wipe them clean.

"It's hot today," Collier rose from his seat, as if looking for some escape from the heat. But when he looked around the office, he had to sit down again.

"You're a mage, why are you still afraid of the heat?" Drahir looked around the office with a peculiar smile on his face, "You're all very weird today... Don't you want to talk about something else?"

"Sir Morinda, I'm sure you have something to say, right?" Goblin Omich was now free of the madness of the laboratory, and his eyes were sharp as he looked at his immediate boss.

Once the pretended silence has been broken, it is impossible to continue pretending. The goblin Omiqi's straightforward inquiry caused everyone in the office to put down their papers and look at the Morinda at the same time, so that the noise seemed a little too abrupt.

"I don't have anything to say..."The old orc was very composed, he didn't even raise his eyelids, and still read carefully with the latest draft of the government charter in his office, "I thought you had something to say to me." After he said this, he raised his head slightly and looked at everyone in the room.

"Are you—" The elven general Drahir looked at the others in the office a little speechlessly, "you are the important ministers of the kingdom, do you just watch Seke-Marat die in vain, are you worthy of the trust of your majesty the king?"

"Your Majesty said... Seke-Marat fell from his horse and died!" Sir Bipp said with emphasis.

"Your Excellency, General!" Morinda preemptively said before Drahier could speak, "Your Majesty has his own plans, and he has strictly ordered that none of us interfere... All we have to do now is wait for the results. ”

"Is that what you're going to say?" the goblin Omiqi stared at the old orc with a look of disbelief on his face with a pair of large, incongruous eyes.

"I believe that Your Majesty will not compromise, I have twice witnessed His Majesty's resoluteness in front of the throne, countless people have been executed for challenging his royal power, and the disgusting stench of corpses has surrounded Crewe City for three months!" said Sira Marne, leaning back on the sofa, took one of her rare initiative to take out the cigar in the drawer, and said:

"Now that the police department has confirmed that Sir Marat has been confirmed to have been assassinated, I believe that His Majesty will make the assassin pay an unimaginable price, and the case is now in the hands of His Excellency Herman, which is equivalent to His Majesty personally investigating it, what we have to do now is to block the news and not let Sir Marat's death affect the stability of the kingdom and His Majesty's plans. ”

"Are you really that optimistic?" said Omiqi, the goblin, with a pointed mouth and a strange smile.

"This is not optimism, Lord Omich. Silah Marne said very seriously: "I have full confidence in Your Majesty, and I never think about the questions that Your Majesty does not let me think about. ”

Omich was surprised at first, and then nodded thoughtfully. Drahir, on the other hand, frowned, as if he couldn't understand what Sheila Marne was saying.

"Sir Marne's attitude is my attitude. Morinda then said.

He was about to say something, when he swallowed what he was about to say because of Morinda glances at him and the words he spoke.

Seeing that the office was about to fall silent again, Collier, who had finally broken the silence, hurriedly took out a box of inferior cigars from his office drawer, looked at the Morinda with a very unintentional look, and asked, "Will Baron Hannina come to the office later?"

"Do you have something to say?"

Morinda's very casual gaze instantly fell on the old mage, and as he asked, everyone in the office subconsciously looked at Cowlier.

The old mage, who was originally very thick-skinned, actually showed a little embarrassment at this time, and after holding it for a few seconds, he whispered in slightly slurred words: "Yes... There are a few things, but I want to talk about them in the presence of Baron Hanina. ”

"This is easy, I have my secretary go to Baron Hanina, she is usually at the police station, and we will see her in no more than half an hour. Bipp put down the paper he had read more than twice, and as he spoke, he stood up and walked towards the office door.

The moment the door opened, Cowlier tried to stop Bipp, but was blocked by Sira Marne, who suddenly stood up. When Bipp left on his front foot, Sira Marne followed him to the door and said, "I'm going to get a cup of coffee, what do you order?"

...

Hanina has always disliked communicating with the ministers of the kingdom, which is a habit she has developed as an agent for a long time. Because, too much communication will make her too emotional in the process of handling cases, and the most taboo thing as a detective is too emotional.

The office was a little crowded today, with the two windows being pushed open due to the strong smell of tobacco, and the hot air characteristic of summer circulating in the room, rolling up the papers on the desk.

"Do you want one?"

As soon as Hanina walked into the office, Omiqi, the goblin closest to him, leaned in with a box of cigars.

"Thank you!" Hanina didn't refuse, she picked up a cigar at random and slowly walked to her desk under the watchful eyes of everyone, whether intentional or not.

"Sir Collier, what do you have to say now. When Hanina's cigar was lit, the old orc Morinda quietly turned on the soundproofing magic in the office.

Collier took two puffs of his cigar, and he suddenly raised his head when he lowered his eyelids and was thinking, and after glancing at the people who were watching him, he said in a deep voice: "Before you talk about me, I hope you promised me one thing. ”

"Is it a matter of secrecy?" Hanina immediately understood the old mage's intentions, and her tone at the moment was somewhat like interrogating a prisoner.

In normal times, the old mage would have asked Hannina to correct his tone, but today he did not notice Hanina's tone at all, and took the opportunity to say, "Yes, I hope you will be able to keep the upcoming conversation a secret. ”

"No one is going to take today's words out of this office," Morinda said immediately.

"It's not that serious... The conversation can be public, or—" Cowlier's subconscious words came to an abrupt halt, and then he said, "I mean, I don't want anyone to think that these words are coming out of my mouth today." ”

"No problem!" said Hanina.

Collier immediately turned his head to meet Hanina's words, then skimmed over everyone in the office before he said, "This is related to Sir Marat's case... I'm sure you're all well aware that my personal relationship with Sir Marat has always been good. ”

"The police records show that Sir Marat will visit you as soon as you are in the city whenever he returns to Crewe. Hanina said without hesitation: "Of course, when you meet, you usually call another person... Sir Edwin Filming, Chancellor of the Exchequer. ”

Collier nodded slightly, letting the smoke from his mouth obscure his expression, "Yes, we have a good conversation, and I love talking to Sir Marat, because he is always passionate... There are also dreams, and chatting with him has an indescribable pleasant feeling. ”

"Sir Marat was a very special old man and I loved to talk to him. "The old orc Morinda has a pertinent assessment.

"I don't care what kind of man Sir Marat is... If you're calling me here to talk this nonsense, I don't think I have time to waste here... If you really care about him, or think he's your best friend, tell me everything you know, and it's all good for us. Baron Hannina spoke impatiently.

The old agent's words made everyone including Drahir and Omich furrow, but she didn't care what the others present thought about it, and this was the most fundamental reason why the agents of the old Imperial Guard were hated. Although they are sophisticated, they care more about the cases they are investigating and handling.

However, Hannina's words also made the other office members subconsciously shut up.

In a slightly awkward atmosphere, Cowlier bit and released the cigar in his mouth, and then bit it again, repeating this several times before he said: "Sir Marat wrote a letter to me and Sir Edwin half a month ago... In his letter, he clarified that he was investigating a very important case, a case involving the top levels of government ministries. ”

"Is it the smuggling case in Balan?" asked Hanina at once, "what did he say in the letter, and where is the letter now?"

"Sir Marat has instructed us to destroy the letter after reading it, so," Collier shook his head, "he pointed out in the letter that he had found the key clues, but he didn't say anything exactly, but—" he said here and then subconsciously stopped.

"But what?" asked Hanina immediately.

"Do you know the purpose of Sir Marat's writing this letter to me and to Sir Flyn?" said Collier with a wry smile, "he was warning Sir Flynn to get out as soon as possible... Because Sir Filmin was once the direct controller of the smuggling in Balantown. ”

"You said Sir Marat..."

"I am not saying it, I am simply elaborating on the contents of Sir Marat's letter. Before Hannina could finish speaking, Cowlier tried to make his point.

Hannina wasn't upset when she was interrupted, but smiled, "Can I understand that... Sir Marat found Sir Edwin while investigating the smuggling case in Balantown, and he was helping Sir Edwin cover up his crimes, and..."

"You're insulting a dead man!" Collier's face immediately turned ugly at the moment, and he glared at Hannina with a cigar in his mouth, and said, "Sir Marat is more disciplined than you think, he regards the future of the kingdom more than anyone else, and he only wrote to warn Sir Flynn that if he did not restrain him, he would personally arrest Sir Flynn himself at some point in the future." ”

"Stupid!" said Sir Bipp, looking at Cowlier in astonishment, "how could Sir Marat make such a low mistake?"

"Maybe he's really stupid," the old mage sucked hard at the cigar, "coughing up" the aging lobes of his lungs that caused a series of coughs because he had smoked too often.

Everyone else silently looked at Cowlier's embarrassed appearance at the moment, and this time even Hanina was silent.

"Sir Marat, though too old to see his way, still has his own dreams like a young man... He is also always swayed by his own feelings, and he is jealous and hateful because of the death of his child. "He recognized Sir Flyn, who stereotyped that Sir Flynn was the best person to assist His Majesty in creating the glory of the kingdom, but he didn't know at all..."

"He didn't expect Sir Edwin to betray him!" Hannina's tone was a little cold, perhaps Edwin Film's actions reminded her of her past and made her unconsciously carry a very cold killing intent on her face.

"So, you're trying to say that Sir Edwin has a problem?" asked Morinda as the crowd fell silent.

"Tuk Tuk" Sir Bipp lightly tapped his finger knuckles on the thick wooden plank of the desk, met the eyes of everyone looking at him, and said: "I said a long time ago that he has a problem, although the kingdom's tax has been effectively reformed in his hands, it has also left a lot of bad debts that are difficult to calculate!"