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"Miss Dia," Mo Shi asked, "what magic have you learned now under the guidance of your teacher?"

"Me?" she smiled, "just learned how to move things." That's about the extent ......"

As she spoke, she placed her finger on the candlestick on the dining table.

Although they were also almost beastly finger claws, they were also the most slender and beautiful hands Mo Shi had ever seen.

She tapped her fingertips on the candlestick and began to chant a mantra. It was a prayer similar to that of the gods.

Mo Shi could see the subtle sources of magic gushing out to form the technique.

She moved her fingers away, and the triangular candlestick floated slightly.

After floating about two or three inches in the air, she slowly lowered it back on the table. The flames were still burning, and the melted candle wax had not dripped onto the tablecloth.

It was indeed a very skilled object-moving magic - though it seemed to be one of the final exams of their first grade in elementary school, as Moshi recalled.

Unfortunately, however, Mostone's ability to move objects was still sealed. Yes, he's not even as good as a schoolboy now.

Mo Shi was undoubtedly invited into the castle as a magical teacher for the duke's sons.

- Does this mean that he has top-notch magical skills?

This is not the case.

In fact, at present, the magic that Mo Shi can use only includes air-based magic, water-based magic, and fire-based magic, and not only that, but even low-level spells below level 5 can be used.

But on the other hand, he is good enough to be a "teacher".

It's a world with very little magic content, and magic technology is very backward, so it can be said that it is almost undeveloped. For Mo Shi, who was "exiled" here, it was a blessing in misfortune.

"Does Miss Dia like snow?" asked Mo Shi.

"Snow?" the aristocratic girl glanced at him and looked out the window, "There will always be snow in this land." ”

"Isn't it beautiful when the snowflakes are blown up by the wind and the sun shines through the clouds?"

The girl smiled: "The ancient poet said that the snow flakes are 'like my hands, like my tears, bless you with a new life in the coming year', but unfortunately for the people of the northern country, snow is a blade and a disaster. Dino said that you have amnesia and don't remember anything, and it seems to be true. ”

Moshi stood up.

He walked over to the window and pushed open the window, which was made of rough glass and wooden panes.

He stuck his finger out the window. As he spread his hand upwards, a circle of aura appeared from the palm of his hand.

Because he didn't know if there were strict requirements for chanting in this world, he had to recite the mantra that belonged to his memory softly.

“...... The light of the god of the wind gives me power. The roaming of the wind, the third form unfolds—"

Immediately, snowflakes falling from the sky rushed to his palms as if they had been restrained by the wind.

His snowflakes swirled around his magic formation, and when he opened his five fingers, those snowflakes condensed into long bands and floated into the house, dancing like elves, condensing and transforming into birds, beasts, and crowds, hovering around the boys and girls, and then pouring out of the window.

Except for the snow flakes that melted when they touched the candlestick, all the wind and snow were gone.

When the light of the technique was withdrawn from the palm of his hand, the man closed the window with a "bang".

The cold winter was once again fed off, and the inside of the house gradually warmed up.

"A great wind-bearer, who can even manipulate the weather," he said, turning to the rebellious maiden, "if perfected, perhaps even the world of ice and snow could be changed." Wouldn't you want to try to understand the magic?"

So the duke's daughter invited them to sit down by the fire.

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"We are deeply saddened by the misfortune that has befallen Lord Pamu, and for the misfortune that has befallen you, and we share your sorrow. Shekha said very sincerely.

Miss Dia nodded slightly.

"Although it is rude to ask such a question," Mo Shi began, "but, do you have any clue about this matter?"

"Clue. The woman looked at him with wolf eyes, "Do you mean who killed him?"

It's easy to flinch when you look at that kind of gaze.

Even if he hadn't been influenced by the education of humility since he was a child, Mo Shi couldn't help but bow his head slightly.

"It's a pity. Even though he was my fiancé, we only met twice. I really don't know anything about him. If you want to know more, why don't you ask the people from the Crow. ”

"You don't seem to be very sad......"

As Moshi said this, Shekka jerked his elbow against his arm, making him suspect that he would break his arm.

Dia's reaction was not strong.

"As I said before, I don't have any contact with him other than a marriage relationship. So he was killed, and of course I'm not sad. However, it may be said that it is panicked. After all, this is what happened in our castle. ”

"After all, the prisoner is in the castle. Shekha sighed, "I didn't expect this to happen...... Who is trying to ruin Miss's marriage? ”

"It doesn't have to be trying to ruin my marriage, is it?" Diya embroidered handkerchief after handkerchief, looking nonchalant, "Maybe it's their own internal struggle, but it's just that they got into our house." After all, Duke Qiu Yao also has more than one son. ”

Shekka sighed, "You say that......"

"What have you found out so far? at least, you should know why Mr. Pamu died?"

Mo Shi replied, "The medical bachelor has already examined the body. He said a wound to his chest, as well as a wound to his head, could have been the cause of death. ”

"Oh?"

"The wound in the chest should have been caused by a dagger or a short sword, and it should have been quickly inserted into the chest and then pulled out. The head is struck, either by a blunt object, or by a table, chair, or corner. ”

Diya nodded.

"That's—"

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Offended, may I ask if Lord Shekka and Lord Moshi are inside?" shouted the man outside the door.

Everyone looked at each other.

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A new dead appeared.

Moshi and Shekha followed behind the castle stewards who had come to find them.

"I have spoken to the Duke, and he has instructed me to turn to both of you for help. The steward held the ring pendant hanging from his chest, and from time to time put his hands together, and recited the verse of prayer to God, "What an ominous thing God has seen!"

"Who is the deceased?" Mo Shi asked.

"It's Chivino, he's in his room......" the manager sighed in a hurry, "Ah, I'm sorry." The two adults should not know who Chivino is—he is the keeper of the prayer hall, the servant who found the body of Lord Pamu last night. ”

They came to the outer building of the north wing, where the servants lived.

It was a small room lined up one after another.

Chivino's body lay in the room, a pool of blood still warm on the floor.

He lay on his back, with messy hair on his head, his eyes wide open, and his tongue hanging out of his teeth.

Like Pamu Crow, the death was horrifying.

"Mr. Shekha, smell—"

"I refuse. ”

"If there was a similar smell, wouldn't it be—"

"I refuse!"

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After taking Chivino's body to the medical room, the two sat on a bench outside the door and waited for the results.

"The prayer hall was cordoned off, and Chivino had no job during the day, so he stayed in the room. But the other servants had things to do during the day, so the corridors of the lower room were almost unattended, and it was unlikely that there would be witnesses. ”

"Mr. Sheka, what do you think of Chivino's death?" asked Moshi.

"What do you think?" Shekka scratched his ear, "Chivino and Lord Pamu were both stabbed in the chest......

Killed and died.

This is an extremely rare and disgusting event in the society where Mo Shi was born.

"What do you think is the difference between the two murders, Mr. Sheika?"

"Differences......

"The scene of Lord Pamu's death was disguised as a secret room, and Mr. Chivino's door was not even locked. He didn't mind people finding out about his death quickly. Mo Shi answered for him.

Mo Shi nodded.

"Suppose it was the same murderer, or rather, the same people. "If there is a reason for killing Lord Pamu, then the purpose of killing Mr. Chivino is obviously different from the previous one—perhaps Mr. Chivino has some kind of evidence. ”

"Evidence?"

"It's possible that Chivino actually saw the prisoner but didn't say it, or maybe he saw something, maybe he deliberately concealed it, maybe he didn't know it, maybe he didn't negotiate with the criminal—in any case, the murderer must have thought he had to shut up forever. ”

"God has seen it! Then we have missed a big clue! We should have questioned him earlier. ”

Shekha shouted loudly in his ear. An apothecary poked its head out to look at them.

Mo Shi sighed.

He sat there, looking at the falling snow.

After a while, he stood up suddenly: "But I suddenly thought about the secret room. ”