The Crimson Rose is a terrifying assassination organization whose information is shrouded in a fog. No one knows exactly how many members this organization has, and no outsiders have ever seen where it is located, but they seem to have a magical power that can hide themselves deep into the shadows, and only occasionally reveal them when they are engaged in business.

Benedict was a polymath, and thanks to the convenient reality that he was often ordered to walk the Tamborance Empire, he knew the Crimson Rose slightly more than the average person.

Since the elf in the arena wants to assassinate the emperor, then he may have an inextricable relationship with the killer organization. His Royal Highness Albert was wounded by a hidden weapon in the Brown Bear Tavern, and was poisoned by the non-lethal but completely deactivating Hundred Days of Drunkenness, which was also related to the Crimson Rose.

All the clues seemed to point in this direction, so Benedict did not dare to slack off, and after a hasty night's rest, Duke Borot led the way to the palace to meet Deliot and ask to see the elven assassin in the imperial prison.

Of course, the emperor did not refuse these efforts to delve into the background of the killers, and he readily gave Duke Borot and others access to the dungeon.

The elf had barely uttered a complete sentence since he had been thrown into the dungeon. His heart seems to be very strong, and he can resist all external interference. No matter how hard you torture him, he can deal with it calmly and unmoved. His complexion was darker in the dungeon, a complete departure from the elves that lived in the Danse Forest. His two eyes, which sparkled with hunger and exhaustion, even revealed a hint of oozing red. The prison guards privately said that this man must be about to go crazy, and the fluttering eyes showed the mania and restlessness in his heart.

When Duke Borot and the others arrived, breakfast was being distributed in the prison. The only words of the elf during the day were in this situation, and he asked for more food almost every day, but such a request could not be fulfilled in the dungeon. He was able to solve the sparse food every time he divided it by five, and then he held back his anger, evened out his mental energy, and continued his spiritual journey.

As soon as Benedict saw this man, he immediately said to Lao Bao: "He is definitely not a pure-blooded elf, his skin is so dark, his eye color is not right, and his stature is slightly shorter than ordinary elves." ”

When the Assassin heard someone pointing at him and saying that he was not a pure-blooded elf, he immediately set himself on fire, and he sprang into his hands and rushed to the door of the cell, stretching out his long, slender arms in a vain attempt to scratch the cardinal.

Seeing this, the jailers hurriedly used special fire sticks to drive them away, one end of which was immersed in a special high-temperature stove all year round, and if a prisoner did something out of the ordinary, the prison manager would use the fire stick to drive away and warn him. The temperature of this thing is extremely high, no matter how strong and strong you are, you can't beat the pain of the fire.

But this time it was very different, the assassin who Benedict said was not a pure-blooded elf, as if he had gone mad, no matter how you drove the firehead, he didn't care, and he wanted to vent his dissatisfaction and resentment.

His already slender arms were instantly blackened, and there was even a smell of burnt paste in the air. Old Bao stopped the torture of the jailers, and he felt pity for the assassin in front of him.

Lecles was also a fierce general, but he was still embarrassed to see the man's arm made like this, and he said to the duke: "My lord, there must be some unquenchable hatred in this fellow's heart, which makes him completely ignore the pain of this flesh. ”

Benedict was patient, lowered his status, and asked the assassin with a pleasant face, "Who is Your Excellency, and why did you assassinate the current emperor?"

The man did not respond, he calmed down a little, silently covering the burned part of his arm, his eyes turned upward, and did not look at the Duke and the Bishop.

Benedict continued, "If you are an elven of the Danse Forest, how could you think of meddling in the political affairs of mankind? Of course, it is not right for you to assassinate him, but if there is a special reason, speaking out may reduce your guilt. We have always promoted the benevolence of God with a heart of doing good, as long as you are reasonable, I will definitely intercede for you in front of Your Majesty. ”

The man was still noncommittal, but there was a painful expression on his face, and he didn't know if it was due to physical or mental relationships. His forehead is engraved with the gold seal of the Tamborance Empire, which was specially made by the Tamborance Empire for criminals who may have absconded with magic, which was first proposed by the Empire's first Pope, Clement.

Benedict was not discouraged, he still calmly reasoned with the assassin: "Do you know about the Crimson Roses? Do you have anything to do with them? Did you assassinate the Emperor personally, or did you have another mastermind? If you don't say anything, the Emperor can't kill you, but he can torture you to death." If you confide in something, maybe there's a glimmer of life. The death of the previous emperor is unknown, this Emperor Deliot is eloquent, he will never let this matter pass so plainly. You've got to think about it. Do you have any family? Do you have friends? Do you have faith? What are you fighting for? Failure in the assassination is already a doomed fact, are you ready to waste your skills here?"

Benedict said as he took the tea from the attentive jailer. He did have a dry mouth, because he was singing a one-man show alone, and the one in the prison had not said anything.

Duke Borot was usually a man who was accustomed to socializing, but he was very weak in persuading others, and he saw that Benedict was bitter and changed his way to move the other party, and he admired it very much. He was supposed to talk to the cardinal about Albert last night, but this balding monk old man didn't seem to want to talk more about this aspect, his meaning was very clear, Albert is your old Bao's son, there are many people outside, the more detailed the discussion on our side, the more likely it is to bring trouble to Xiao A, it is better to blur this matter a little, everyone will end up clean.

The old duke is a family man, although when he was young, like all men, he occasionally got into trouble, but when it comes to the critical moment, he can always take care of the overall situation and stabilize the situation at once. Although Tonya was pregnant, her face was still very good, which made people feel excited, the old duke insisted on taking a concubine, and the original wife could not make any strong objections because she had no children under her knees, after all, if the duke's heir was assumed by a daughter, it would definitely cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. The old duke was like a gamble, and he loved Tonya herself, and loved the child in her womb, and the emperor lived up to his wishes, and a few months later, a boy was born, and the old duke was happier than anyone else, and when he met people, he said that he had a son, and there was hope for the principality.

He was a little harsh on Tonya's uncle, and didn't give too much money in order to hide people's eyes. The uncle of the medicinal herb shop is also a person who is afraid of officials and management, and he does not dare to make too much noise about this matter, and after a few years, the business of the shop is not good, so he took advantage of this reason to go to the countryside. He failed to send letters several times, but in fact, it was all because of the difficulty of the little ghost. Where would the janitor in the Duke's Palace look at your cloth clothes, and keep saying that you are a relative of the Duchess, which is destined to sink into the sea.

The Duke loved his family and his son so much, and although there was a key factor in the continuation of the country's rule, he himself was indeed this character. As he grew older, there were fewer things to mess with, and for Mrs. Charlotte and His Royal Highness Albert, the old duke's heart was full of tenderness and sweetness.

He was going to tell Cardinal Benedict all about it, but the other party seemed to think differently than he did. Benedict impregnated Tonya but eventually abandoned her, and in his eyes, practicing magic in the monastery was what he should do all his life. He never considered the love of men and women and the establishment of a family. When you are young, there may be a difference, and when you are old, this concept cannot be changed. If he makes a mistake once, he will never allow himself to make it a second time. Tonya's face was the last cornerstone of his heart, and although it was important and precious, it would never be turned over again.

Albert's status in Benedict's heart is second only to Tonya, and His Highness is poisoned, and he will definitely do his best to help heal it. But he will never try to change and interfere with all the paths and titles that His Highness is taking and possessing now. He prefers to be a bystander and a helper, watching this miracle born due to the impulse of his youth, step by step to create a beautiful life that belongs to him.

Benedict is selfless, Duke Borot is selfish, of course, this selflessness and selfishness are only a matter of perspective, and it is not impossible to reverse. But both of them are lovely old men, as they both work hard for Albert's happiness.

While the cardinal tried to persuade the assassin, Duke Borot was immersed in the memories of these past events, and he felt that there was something special about Albert's biological father, which was mixed with many stories of joy and sorrow, which made the balding cardinal look particularly moving.

After drinking the tea handed by the jailer, Benedict continued to talk to the Assassin without frustration.

He had changed the subject and gone far away, even talking about the prophet Cyril and the legendary hero of Clement, who had fought against the pagans of the north.

The only change on the prisoner was that he lowered his eyes from the top of his eyes, and he was finally willing to look at the slightly hunchbacked cardinal in front of him. He abruptly interrupted Benedict at an inopportune moment and said in a voice so small that he could barely be heard, "I want to see my mother!"

Benedict was very attentive, and when he heard the other party's voice come out, he immediately responded excitedly: "Yes, who is your mother?

As the saying goes, hateful people must have pity, and everything has an effect, for a reason, I want to know who the Assassin's mother is, and listen to the next time.