More than half a month has passed since the assassination of the royal city, which shook almost all of the nobles of Sarion, with the death of Ned Grez, the whip of order, and the disappearance of Viscount Chia Elfwan after being held hostage by the Assassins. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Ulrique V, who was originally in Severcro Castle to handle military affairs, hurried back to the royal city after being alarmed, and instructed the captain of the guard, Gordon, and the director of the Inquisition, Dante, to investigate closely, and the whole city also entered a state of martial law. However, the results of the investigation were very disappointing, and a week had passed and still found nothing, which was extremely unusual for both the royal city guards and the Blackwing Monks, the former guarding the Silver Throne and being known for his strong execution; The latter is known as the most perceptive hunting dog in Pande; However, the combination of the two apparently did not produce much good chemistry. The Marquis of Eldred did not know how many expensive porcelain cups he smashed in his guild hall. As time went on, Ulrique V also seemed to lose faith in his right-hand man, and martial law was lifted at the end of the month. Subsequently, Schneider, who had been able to barely move around, took over as president of the Sarrion Chamber of Commerce, and the first thing he did was to overhaul the Chamber of Commerce, and a large number of new members from Ned's reign were removed or went through the review process all over again. It took only one day for the Gold and Silver Tiger to completely erase the traces of Ned's existence.

However, more people are not concerned about the pursuit of the murderer itself, it is just the flapping wings of a butterfly, and they are more concerned about the hurricane that will ensuing the political ecology of Sarion. Ever since the nun of Hell, Teresa Elfwan, pointed the black key at Duke Brennus at the celebration feast, there seems to have been a rift between Duke Elfwan and Duke Brennus. The name of the fire is not a good man, at least the four words "magnanimity" have nothing to do with him, on the occasion of not meeting with the Duke of Elfwan, the Duke of Brenus has never put on a good face, obviously the offense of Teresa that day is difficult to let go, and those who have attended the celebration banquet also know that if it were not for the Duke of Elfwan and the nuns of hell who want to protect the whole world, the madman who dared to sneak into the palace and riot and kill people would definitely be swallowed up by the anger of the Duke of Lion. It stands to reason that Ulrique V could not have been left unasked, and the Duke of Elfwan would even be blamed for the matter again, but both Gordon and Dante seemed to have avoided this link in their investigations. This was undoubtedly a message from Ulrik V through his two spokesmen: either the fanfare and martial law were his means of appeasement, and in fact the Lionheart was not willing to expend too much energy and manpower in it; Or maybe he didn't want to suppress Duke Elfwan too much at this juncture, after all, the latter was a veteran who had experienced two dragon and lion battles, and in a sense, most of the young Zhuang faction in the kingdom could be counted as his protégés, which was a political resource that even an iron-fisted king like Ulrik V could not ignore.

After figuring out the king's intentions, or thinking that they had figured out the king's intentions, the nobles did not pay much attention to the matter, after all, it was not their sister who married Ned, but the Marquis of Eldred. The Duke of Brenus set out for Affendor on the day the martial law was lifted, and Duke Elfwan tried to hold a send-off banquet for him, and sent an invitation to Rolf, the captain of his own guard. In the face of Duke Elfwan's kindness, Duke Brennus refused rather mercilessly: he did not even open the elaborate envelope, but threw the invitation to the ground in front of Rolf, then turned on his horse and trampled it, followed closely by the lion knight brigade behind him, and when the last lion horse was gone, it was already a crumpled and dirty piece of waste paper.

After the departure of Duke Brenus, other nobles also returned to their domains, and of course, there were also people who wanted to stay in the royal city for a while and wait to see what happened.

Viscount Kedren was one of the nobles who stayed in the royal city, but the purpose of his stay was very strange: to hook up with a nun who was repairing in the Twin Towers. The reckless nobleman had shown indifference from the first day of martial law, and while most of the people were still in fear in his guild, he went to the Twin Towers in the name of repentance, and had a hot fight with a nun with a bit of grace - it must be said that his skill of pleasing women had been detached from recklessness, and the young nuns were happy to hear him boast about his heroism as a nobleman who had been on the battlefield. After the martial law was lifted, he still ran to the Twin Towers every once in a while, and there were almost no grandmothers in the towers who didn't know him, "like flies hovering in the Twin Towers." They didn't tire of saying.

On that very day, Viscount Kedren received a handwritten letter from Sister Moriel, whom she had just married a few days earlier, in which she confided in Kedren in the most lingering words how lonely she had been since the last time they had been separated, and begged him to come to the cathedral for a tryst with her. The viscount got goosebumps after reading it, but thinking back to Moriel's plump figure, he would not refuse to go to Wushan Yunyu with her again. He carefully tidied up his appearance and walked out of the hall.

The place Moriel chose was a side hall that was still being renovated, and the location was remote and secluded, and few believers passed by. Dappled sunlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, adding a romantic touch to the meeting. After the two of them grinding their ears and temples for a while, Kedren was impatient to correct Moriel on the spot, but heard footsteps outside the door. The disheveled faces of the two turned white, and in the panic, Kedren picked up Moriel, and the two of them went into the confessional room one by one, and they didn't dare to come out.

The door opened, and the sound of dense footsteps echoed through the quiet room. "Are you sure no one will come here?" A deep male voice said. Kedren felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

"This side hall is still under renovation, and generally no one will pass by." Another loose male voice replied.

"I need an affirmative answer." A deep male voice said.

"No one will pass by." The casual male voice replied perfunctorily.

Moriel, who was huddled in Kedren's arms, shuddered: "That's ...... Grown-sama! ”

Dante, the chief of the knights of punishment? Which turtle grandsons did he go here with to spoil my good deeds? Kedren thought angrily.

"Then here, you all find a place to sit." Someone spoke again, and this time Kedren heard it, it was the voice of King Ulrique V! He couldn't hold back his curiosity, and quietly peeked out of the lattice window, a sight that almost halted his breathing!

There were five people standing in the side hall, in addition to Ulrique V and Dante, who were distinguished by him and Moriel, Captain Gordon, Sister Teresa of Hell, and Duke Elfwan were also present!