Chapter 292: The Death of Hailan's Soul (1)

A week after the awakening ceremony, Fitney's life didn't seem to change much at first glance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

At least Elliot didn't see any change—she hadn't spoken to them on the way back that day, and she hadn't explained her thoughts since.

A week later, her life was still like that of Evan Freighton, and Elliott had gone from his initial feelings and doubts to his current habitual, and he finally took it for granted that Fitney didn't care about these things.

Early this morning, Fitney got up and changed his clothes, and went downstairs, Elliott had already put the briefing, and Dick had put the breakfast she wanted on the table.

There was nothing to see in the briefings of the past few days, more or less related to her - but she still did not attend the banquets held by the nobles for many reasons, and it was impossible to refute it, that is, she wanted to rest - the awakening ritual had caused her too much consumption, and rest was a matter of course.

"Miss, Your Majesty wants you to go to the palace in the afternoon. After Fitney sat down, Dick said beside her.

Fitney paused and replied, "Okay." ”

Then no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little dreary, but the servants had nothing to complain about, and Fitney had always reacted well to the conspiracy - her plans, though not the safest, often had the effect she wanted.

"Is Mr. Dahl a traveler?" said Fitney, looking at the briefing, which had a note about Dahl - and the new discoveries he had made somewhere.

Dahl Morgan is a man who can easily be overlooked, and although he is nominally the director of the Hilton Investigations, Misse has entrusted many things to Corifo - it seems that Dahl and Coriford have a relationship between his boss and his subordinates, but on so many occasions, Coriford does not show such a relationship.

"It can be said that he seems to be investigating something, so he will run around the country. Elliott was stunned for a moment before speaking.

"Investigation...... What was the cause of King Andrew's death?" Fitney tapped on the table.

"It should be—after all, you said last time that the reason for the establishment of the Hilton Investigative Agency was King Andrew's death. ”

"Oh, but there's nothing more to investigate about that matter. ”

"Why?" said Elliot, surprised.

"The man who killed Andrew was Chad Lanchelot. Fitney's words were astonishing, and even a hint of surprise flashed across Dick's face, and seeing their expressions, Fitney could only explain, "Chad Lanchelott was the closest Andrew Midrus was to him before he died, because he proposed a measure that aroused the king's interest, and this is something that many people know. ”

"King Andrew was very weak. Why ......" Elliott apparently thought Fitney's words were not convincing enough.

"It's hard and easy to kill a king, as long as it's close to him, but it doesn't matter who kills Andrew. Fitney asked them to shift their focus in the right direction in time, "Obviously, King Andrew is not far from death, but he still has to arrange for someone to kill him, and who instructed Viscount Lanchelot?

There are more and more puzzles all the time.

"I never thought it would be like this. Elliott said.

"Don't take it too seriously, Viscount Lancalotte is dead, and you can only take your time to figure out these things. Fitney was an understatement.

Then they had said a few more inconsequential words, and Fitney had finished her breakfast, and she got up and walked upstairs.

She had already reached the third floor, where only one person lived.

Fitnair reached the middle door and pushed it open—it had been converted into an alchemy laboratory, and although the equipment and other things were still very rudimentary, they were barely usable.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Fitney saw Chebman lying in front of the laboratory table, looking at the things on the laboratory table with a magnifying glass, and he was so engrossed that he did not notice Fitney at all.

What he was working on was the gun that Viscount Lanchelot used to attack people.

The power of this gun is beyond Fitney's expectations, and it can be said that whoever holds it, as long as they have some skill in the use of magic power, will not worry about anyone being able to threaten it.

"Ahh Fitney stood there in contemplation for a moment, and during this time Chebman spotted her—he looked at Fitney and stopped what he was doing.

"Is it confirmed? Fitney walked over.

"Yes, it's the same black spear that our family made for the Duchy of Ansendil, but it's much more powerful and more sophisticated - I don't even know who did it, this craftsman is only a little more skilled than my father. Chebman frowned.

That is to say - an improved version. "Do you have a clue who made it?"

"No, my father is the most famous craftsman in the Duchy of Ansendil, otherwise Ed would not have gone to great lengths to draw him into his own camp and use him. "But I can't think of anyone in the Kingdom of Luther who could do that." ”

There was no pride in his father in his tone, nor was there any disparagement of the kingdom of Luther, but only a statement of the matter.

Fitney did not speak.

Viscount Lanchelot is bankrupt, and he must have been instructed to create that chaos, but by whom? is this similar to what he did when he killed King Andrew?

The gun came from the Duchy of Ansendil, but the Duchy of Ansendire explained these things - Fitney always felt that something was missing.

Eddard didn't make a move the whole time - his control over the magic would have rendered the gun useless, but he simply chose to remain silent. Hardly anyone even felt his presence.

This image felt somewhat familiar to Fitney, and on Starlight's last day, he appeared there as a bystander, not using too much of his power the whole time, but more of an incendiary emotion.

Why did he do this?What is his connection with Viscount Lanchelot?What is Viscount Lanchelot's purpose in doing this?

There are a lot of questions.

"Please let me look into it again, I actually think this structure ...... It's familiar. Chebman's words brought Fertenay back to reality.

"Have you ever seen this construction?Improved version shouldn't be ......" The words "new" almost blurted out, but Fitney realized that he had made a mistake.

Something that is optimized may not necessarily be innovative, it may be retro.

"I seem to have seen this construction in some text, it's very ancient. Chebman said.