It wasn't an ordinary night, even if it looked the same as usual. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The faint candlelight flickered weakly in the lamp on the table, and there was no other light source in the study except this candlelight. The elderly man sat at his desk, and in front of him was a stack of very important investigative documents he had conducted over the years—reminders like "top secret" on almost every page.

The man was so immersed in his thoughts that his eyes were fixed on the precious papers, and the other white piece of paper, which had been placed next to it, which should have been used for writing, had only a few words that he had just begun to write—what he wanted to write, but could not.

There were also some key things missing, and he couldn't write down what he wanted to express completely.

Call......

At that moment, the wind came in through the window - and they danced merrily, like naughty children, saying that they were children, and that they were out of place.

The crisp sound of "bang-la-la" in his ears brought the man back to his senses, and he immediately came to his senses, and hurriedly pressed the papers with his hands - they were lifted up, and if the man had not held them down, they would have scattered in all directions.

The man frowned, and when everything calmed down, he got up and walked towards the window.

He leaned out to close the open window, but just then the man saw a faint figure reflected in the glass of the window.

Whoa!

"No......" The man immediately turned his head, and the wind blew again, and the papers on the table were easily blown up, and the pieces of paper flew in the air like snowflakes, and then they touched the candle flame and began to burn, and the man's panic was clearly expressed when he saw this.

The reason for the panic was not only that the file was ignited, but also because it appeared in "It turned out to be ...... You ......"

Bang!

It wasn't an ordinary night, even if it looked the same as usual.

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"Lornay! Oh no! Early in the morning, Elliott rushed into the mansion on Mezzo Street, quickly went upstairs, and slammed open the door of Fitney's room—but he stayed where he was, for when she pushed the door open, the white-haired girl was about to change her clothes—she had just untied the ribbon on her chest, and Elliott saw a faint patch of snow, which made his face flush and he reflexively closed the door, "I'm sorry! ”

Fitney watched everything happen in front of him expressionlessly, and exhaled.

After some time, Elliott saw Fitney change his clothes and come out of the room.

"He's dead." Originally, Elliott had not fully recovered, but when Fitney said this, his face immediately changed.

"How do you know?" Elliot was dumbfounded.

"That must be the murderer's real plot - to kill Dahl? Mr. Morgan. "When did you arrive at Mr. Morgan's mansion?" ”

Elliott heard Fitney's words, and his expression was a little complicated: "According to what you said, before dawn, but I was still late to go - he was pierced by a sword. ”

"Is there anything left at the scene?" Fitney asked.

"Some ashes, a burned-out candlestick, everything else doesn't look out of the ordinary." Elliott thought for a moment.

"Candlesticks? Why? Doesn't Mr. Dahl use magic lighting? ”

"A lot of people know about this, Dahl? Morgan has almost no ability to use magic, which is strange among the nobility, and if it weren't for the fact that the Morgan family is special, and his family is the only one in his generation who has the closest inheritance, it is likely that he would not have been able to inherit the title. ”

Fitney walked over to the chair next to Elliot and sat down, thinking.

"Oh, by the way, this is this morning's briefing." Elliott glanced at Fitney, remembered something, and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

The briefing was about Shirley poisoning, and there were no reports of Dahl's death.

"Did anyone find him dead when you left?" Fitney said.

"No, but I deliberately led his servant into the study, and he should have been discovered by now." Elliott said.

"So—are all the ashes completely burned out?"

"Not really...... But it's almost all burned, and it should be some important documents, and only one word can be seen. Elliott thought for a moment, "But I don't think it's a clue. ”

"But that's the last clue." Fitney said.

"Okay." Elliot felt in his pocket again, and it seemed that he really didn't care much about such a thing.

Fitney took the small piece of fingernail-sized shard, with a small font on it, and one can imagine how much important it would have if it were a normal piece of paper.

"Hein......" Fitney whispered something on the paper.

"It's a person's name, isn't it?" Elliott was confused.

"No, it's a city." Elliott's answer stunned Elliott as she continued, "Hein City - Hein City in the Tecairoland Territory. ”

Elliott's face was not very good-looking.

The territory of Tekelolland, that is the territory of the Morols family, or rather, the territory of the Holy See.

"Is the person who killed Dahl a member of the Holy See? Because what evidence did he get? Elliott said nervously.

"Not necessarily." Elliott thought that Fitney would admit his claim, but who knew that Fitney denied it, she looked at the piece quietly, "Dahl? Morgan walks around the Lutheran kingdom in order to find the truth about King Andrew's death, and maybe this is just a point of investigation. ”

"But that's the last clue......" Elliott said.

"I'm going to go to the palace in the afternoon and help me find Dick and tell him to stop those things." Fitnair interrupted Elliott.

“…… Good. Elliott was silent for a moment, then continued.

After Elliott had gone, Fitnair was still staring at the fragment in a daze, and she gradually frowned, and her face became unpleasant, as if she remembered something—something that made Fitney unable to sit still any longer, she stood up, and walked out, and suddenly the whole hall was empty, and the tea on the table—the amber tea solidified in the cup, and when the breeze blew outside the window, it trembled gently.

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The royal palace at this time.

"Misse's face turned ugly when he heard the news of Dahl's death—he had it today." In the royal palace, in the area belonging to Daisy, she was lying on the table, her voice slouching, but her eyes were focused and serious on the young man in the dark blue coat sitting at the piano.

His five fingers were slender, and they landed on the keys, waving beautiful notes one after another, which made Daisy fascinated.

"Huh." After listening to Daisy's words, Ed's hand stopped, and he didn't know whether it was mockery or surprise.

"This is the price, the price of going against the Holy See - I am afraid if I persist in this way...... Hum. Daisy exhaled.

"Do you mean that everyone around him may suffer? So, isn't Your Highness worried about yourself? Ed said slowly.

"Don't worry. I don't have a good relationship with him. Daisy was right, but there was still a hint of irritation on her face, for she was tired of the place.

Ed took Daisy's expression in his eyes, and then a smile appeared on his face: "It's been a hard time for you in the past few months - in exchange, I would like to invite Your Highness to visit the Duchy of Ansendil, how about it?" ”