The Swiss mercenaries and slave light infantry immediately guarded the front and back doors of Heller's house, and in Heller's house there were a total of ten servants and cooks who served him, in addition to his family, and Arold first distinguished Heller's family. Believing that it was impossible for Heller's family to be involved in the poisoning, he interrogated the servants and cooks, and Arold demanded that all of them be taken into custody and found a separate room, and Heller's youngest son provided Arold with a secret room for secret conversations with his business associates.

The secret room is actually in a separate corner of the backyard of the house, which is full of various parchment scroll documents, the space is only about twenty or thirty square meters, and in the middle is a one-legged wooden writing table, on which is placed a small bottle of graphite juice, and a white feather is inserted in the bottle, and it can be seen that the owner of the quill is very diligent in using it, and now the user of the quill is still alive but its user is deceased.

"Lord Earl, let me bring the soldiers and beat these guys hard, they will definitely confess." Julian hated those who tried to poison Arrod, and his method was a common interrogation method in the Middle Ages, torture to extract confessions and a system of interrogation, the so-called system of interrogation is that the interrogated person is under the punishment to prove his innocence, and if he cannot prove his innocence, then he is guilty.

"Don't go to such trouble, call them in separately one by one, ask them what they were doing before Heller was killed, and order the monks to record all their words." Arold sat behind the wooden table, tapped it with his fingers, and commanded Julian.

"Yes. Lord Earl. Julian didn't understand what Arrod was going to do, but he was so accustomed to Arold's whims that he shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the chamber and separated the servants as Arold had requested.

"Lord Julian, is the Count going to interrogate criminals? But we don't have torture tools or torture experts here. Heller's youngest son, Matthew, told Julian curiously, that Heller had three daughters and a son, the youngest of whom was twenty years old, and who was also a well-known merchant in the area under Heller's tutelage. But his beloved father died of poison. This made him actively cooperate with Arold in anger.

"No, Lord Earl said that there is no need to torture now, he has his own set of methods for interrogating prisoners." Julian replied listlessly, though he was accustomed to Arrod's whimsy. But will this kind of interrogation, without the use of whips and torture instruments, be useful? He was really, really skeptical. But Arold is his sovereign. His master, Julian had to carry out Arold's orders thoroughly.

"In what way?" Matthew asked, looking at Julian's back.

"Ask questions." Julian wrung up one of the servants and muttered a few words. It was unbelievable to Matthew's ears, and it was a joke to be able to find the culprit by asking questions.

Hearing that there was a poisoning incident before Arold's feast began, the citizens of Visma Town spontaneously gathered in front of Heller's house, although the door was guarded by fierce soldiers, but this still could not stop people from stretching their necks to look inward, and from time to time they discussed with each other, and secretly there was a saying spread among the crowd, that is, the gods of the Lomwa religion did not like the pagan ruler, so they poisoned his supporter Heller, and some people even felt very sorry, Heller, as the leader of the Chamber of Commerce, was a hard-working and good man, but he died because he was confused and supported a pagan ruler.

"Lord Count, gossip is more terrible than venom, it is the poisonous tongue of Satan, which can disturb people's minds and do terrible things." Brother Elvet lay on the wooden writing table, taking notes of the servants who had been brought in to ask them, and although he did not understand what Arold was trying to do, it seemed that Arold had a little bit of something in his inquiry that he was familiar with, but for the time being he had not yet figured out what it was.

"Don't worry about that, when the prisoner is caught, all rumors will disappear." Arold looked carefully at the confessions of each of the servants, and in the confessions he soon discovered something different, but to be on the safe side he asked Julian to bring them in and question them again, and the interrogation had gone on for a whole day, and everyone was hungry and thirsty.

"But, Lord Earl, you are asking almost every one of them the same question, asking them what they were doing at the time, who could prove it, and how it helped." Julian was a little impatient, and it seemed to him that such a lukewarm inquiry would be of no use in catching the real culprit.

"Julian, you just have to do it, I need to ask again, and I can find the real culprit." Arold said confidently to Julian.

"All right, my master." The servants who worked in the house were brought in again for an examination, and their hearts were tormented by fear and thirst, and fear permeated every inch of their minds, and Arrod's repeated and boring cross-examinations drove them to madness, but for the sake of their own lives, they had to answer Arrod's questions honestly.

"So, it should have been your duty to deliver the wine, but you don't remember who sent the glass to me at the time, which is completely unreasonable." Arold looked at the servant with red hair in front of him and said to him sharply.

"Yes, yes, I, I don't remember." The red-haired servant kept wiping his forehead with his sleeve, sweat running down his cheeks, he knelt on the ground and kept rubbing his thigh with his right hand, and Arrod could see the tension in his heart.

"But the first time you said that you had a servant named Little Toby help you deliver wine, and this is the first time you have recorded it." Arold pulled one out of Brother Elvet's parchment and slammed it down on the red-haired servant's face.

"Well, me, me." The red-haired servant was shocked, he was illiterate and could not read what was written on the parchment, but Arold's reminder reminded him that he had said it the first time, and he was completely unable to justify it.

However, in Little Toby's confession, it was said that you were the one who delivered the wine, which means that there was a person lying between you and Little Toby, could it be that you were the one who poisoned it? In order to cover up his crimes, he deliberately blamed him. Arold shook the parchment in front of the red-haired servant, and the two parchments contradicted each other, and there must be one truth and one falsehood.

"No, no, merciful and honorable Earl, I didn't poison it, how dare I do such a thing." The red-haired servant was shocked, and his psychological defense completely collapsed under Arrod's forced confession, and he grabbed Arold's leg with tears in his eyes and said loudly to Arold.

"Oh? That's little Toby, who asked him to deliver the wine glasses for what he wanted, and then tried to cover it up for him. Arold looked at the red-haired servant in front of him, and continued to force his psychological defense, under Arold's continuous questioning, the red-haired servant finally told the truth, it turned out that he owed little Toby a lot of money because of his good gambling, but he was unable to repay, according to the custom of the Slavs, if he could not repay, his wife would be taken away by creditors, and at this time little Toby said that he could forgive his debts, as long as he was allowed to go in at the banquet for a long time, there should be no problem, so he agreed.

"Little Toby is just a horse boy in charge of the stables, and he doesn't have the right to approach the banquet at all, so I thought he really just wanted to learn a lot, and I didn't know anything else, Lord Earl." The red-haired servant shuddered at the thought of the nobles' punishment for criminals, his body trembling like a sieve, and his face pale as if he were dead.

"Looks like I've found a suspect." Arold straightened up, and all suspicion was focused on the boy named Little Toby, and he immediately asked Julian to bring Little Toby in.

"Lord Earl, he is little Toby, and he is the one who went to deliver your wine in my place." When little Toby was brought in, the red-haired servant shouted loudly and pointed at little Toby, but little Toby was very calm, as if he was not being blamed.

"This is a completely shameless slander against Lord Earl, I didn't ask to enter the banquet hall at all, so how could I do something poisoned, not to mention that I have evidence to prove my innocence." Little Toby knelt on the ground and moved his knees forward a few times, he bent down as if he wanted to stand up, but while everyone was paralyzed, he suddenly pulled out a narrow and slender dagger from his sleeve, and the dagger emitted a blue light.

"Damn fellow." However, little Toby's action failed, and Julian had already been on guard at Arrod's suggestion, and when little Toby stepped forward and grabbed his arm as soon as he made any moves, this thin young horse boy was no match for Julian, who had been trained in military affairs since childhood, and only heard a loud cry of little Toby, and his arm was broken by Julian.

"Bah, heretic, the wrath of the gods will come upon you." Little Toby gasped, his left arm twisted to the side strangely, and his whole body was trampled under Julian's feet, but he kept cursing.

"Who ordered you, poison and this dagger are not for someone like you to have." Arold picked up the dagger on the ground, this dagger was so well made of fine iron, if it didn't surprise Arold, it should be a sharp dagger made of meteoric iron.

"Hmph." Little Toby turned his head, seemingly dismissive of Arrod's words, Julian hated him for poisoning his feet, and little Toby let out a muffled grunt of pain.

"Now that we can use the punishment, we will definitely make you confess willingly." Arrod's eyes revealed coldness, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he was laughing at the courage of this horse boy. (To be continued......)