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- The Book of Arthur

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October 3, the third day of the anniversary celebration of the Holy Land.

At this time, the official ceremonies of the various forces in the royal capital have basically ended, and they have begun to enter the carnival of the people.

The masquerade balls in masks and the parade of floats waving flags have turned the royal capital into a city that never sleeps.

But the cheerful and lively crowd of people outside did not affect the mysterious quiet atmosphere in the church grounds.

At this time, in the fat high priest's dormitory, all everyone could feel was a chill.

On the soft goose-down bed in the center of the dormitory, the fat body of the high priest lay quietly, pressing the bed under him to a slight depression.

The outline of the body is also drawn with white lines.

The two guards outside the door were also being questioned by the middle-aged man next to Bill.

As he asked, his right hand, which was holding a pencil, kept drawing on the paper in his left hand.

In the bedchamber, Frey frowned as he looked at the corpse of the High Priest.

The high priest who had fallen on the bed had long since lost his breath, but apart from the loss of ten fingers and eyes, there was not a single external injury on his body, and there was no trace of resistance.

The killer was clearly premeditated and had a clear purpose.

Anyone who knows a little about the workings of the Priesthood knows what fingerprint authentication and eyeball authentication mean for a high priest.

Even the gray-haired Bill became solemn, and Elizabeth and Anna and the others remained silent.

The air in the entire dormitory had frozen.

"Lord Bill, my subordinates have found some clues." It wasn't until the voice of a middle-aged man came from outside the door that the solemn atmosphere eased slightly.

Everyone in the dormitory turned their heads to look at the voices outside the door.

I saw a middle-aged man holding a piece of drawing paper in his hand.

"This should be the murderer." The middle-aged man unfolded the drawing paper in front of several people, and the vivid portrait of a little girl also appeared in front of several people.

"It can't be, right?" Frey saw the little girl in the ponytail in the portrait, and he couldn't really associate her with this premeditated tragedy.

Anna, Bill, and Elizabeth were not surprised.

In the dangerous place of the royal capital, even the inconspicuous sweeping grandmother on the side of the road may be a witch lurking in the Holy Land.

In the face of the harmless camouflage of humans and animals, several people have long been surprised.

"There are very few people who can enter and leave the high priest's quarters, and it is impossible for the guards outside the two gates to remember clearly.

During this time, only this little girl had ever been in and out of the high priest's bedchamber.

And this little girl also smiled at one of the guards, such a cute little girl smiled at you, if it was you, you can't forget, right? The middle-aged man also answered Frey again in the affirmative.

"Uh......" Frey looked at the painting in the middle-aged man's hand again, and was speechless.

Indeed, in this painting, the little white dress, double ponytails, small tiger teeth, sweet smile, and over-the-knee socks on the legs are extremely detailed.

If it weren't impressive or fabricated, it would be impossible to depict every detail so carefully.

Besides, if the two guards were also in the same party, it would be impossible to stay here and be interrogated by the middle-aged man now.

But just as Frey was just believing it, Gatsby on the side also suddenly spoke.

"But this portrait has no value, only to know that the murderer's disguise is a cute little girl.

Now you must have already lost your disguise, and you must have used the disguise you used to commit the crime to find the murderer, which doesn't make any sense, right? ”

"Well, that's exactly what I said." The middle-aged man, who was still a little excited about the clues he had found, also sighed.

There was silence in the dormitory again.

Several people looked at the fat body of the high priest on the bed silently for a long time, and Elizabeth took the lead in breaking the silence.

"In short, all units should strengthen vigilance first, and catching the murderer is not the most important thing now.

The fingers and eyeballs taken from the High Priest were enough to invade every nook and cranny of the Holy Land system.

This sneaky style is not like the witch of the Black Tower, but more like the actions of the Flame Wolf Rebels, and there will definitely be some action next......"

Listening to Elizabeth's analysis, Frey turned his head to look out the window, and saw that the square diagonally below was crowded with joyous people, completely unaware of the approaching danger.

After Elizabeth's arrangement.

The gray-haired Bill also boarded the returning airship escorted by a middle-aged man.

Anna also secretly passed the order, and in addition to the soldiers who were originally responsible for maintaining the order of the celebration, the celebratory crowd also had many more people with serious expressions and looking around.

Looking at the crusader soldiers with poor acting skills, a man wearing a mask at a masquerade ball laughed straight out loud.

I saw that the masked man suddenly let go of the hand of the female dancer in front of him, walked away from the dance party quickly, and walked sideways into the crowd of people who paraded with the floats.

A hand was also pressed on the headset in the right ear, "The crusaders have been dispersed as planned and can begin." ”

After speaking, the man also took off the mask on his face, revealing the face that was exactly the same as the one on the wanted warrant behind him.

First, he took off the worn captain's hat hanging from his waist and put it on his head, and then slowly put on the gas mask that he had already prepared.

Lancelot put on his gas mask and twisted his hand over the round box-like filter on his mouth.

With a "bang", the airtight gas mask was filled with filtered fresh air.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Right next to Lancelot, three manhole covers on the ground were suddenly blown up by three white high-temperature steam.

And the perspective is pulled up from the ground, and it looks condescendingly from the sky above the royal capital.

But it's not just three manhole covers that are swept away by an unknown white hot steam.

At this time, in the royal capital, white high-temperature steam also rushed up from under the sewer one after another, constantly rushing up one manhole cover after another.

In the face of the sudden white hot steam rushing up beside them, the crowd who were still immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the celebration all shouted in panic.

But as the hot white steam filled the entire royal capital, the screams suddenly fell silent.

I saw that in the royal capital filled with white steam, people's eyes slowly became trance.

Even Frey, who had been covering his mouth and nose with his hand, slowly became misty in his eyes.

"Whew-whew-"

But Frey squinted and took two more puffs of white steam, only to suddenly come to his senses.

Faced with the completely changed picture in front of him, Frey rubbed his eyes again.

I saw that the king in front of me, which was originally crowded with people, had turned into an endless prairie.

The warm sun shone on Frey's face, and a breeze blew through the prairie to stir up a green wave.

Flowers also bloomed after the rolling green waves, sweeping towards Frey, who was standing in place.

"Brother~" A familiar voice from behind Frey also made Frey turn his head sharply.

"Freya!" Frey looked at Freya behind him in a white lace skirt and called out directly.

Freya smiled as well, her small mouth grinning to the left and right, revealing two small tiger teeth.

"Brother, can you stay with me here all the time? Freya is so lonely. Freya suddenly looked at Frey with a wistful look.

"Freya, brother will!" Frey didn't think about it at all, and just agreed.

The whole person also walked forward, half-squatting and hugging Freya tightly, and lowered his head into Freya's arms.

Being hugged tightly by Frey, who was half-crouching, Freya also reached out and hugged Frey's head with both hands, and kissed Frey's forehead with her small mouth.

"Brother, forever, forever."

"Hmm!" Frey replied without hesitation.

He didn't even notice that Freya, who was holding his head with both hands, was looking down at him at this time.

A sneer swept up at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were completely blocked by the drooping bangs, and his expression was not at all the same as Freya before.