The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the white clouds in that corner of the sky red, like a vigorous flame slowly scorching the sky, burning an inky night sky.

As one of the commanders of the Imperial Guard, Hewlett Lindbergh Dahler stood on the ancient and majestic city walls, looking out in the direction of Cecil's gladiatorial arena, where the rich shadow aura attracted the attention of most of the powerful men of Limont Tamlune.

"Shadows, abysses, I wonder if the temple will make a move in the end?" Hewlett turned his head slightly, looking at the temple of power in the southeast corner, like a savage giant beast half-lying in the twilight of the sunset, his eyes closed and sleeping.

Immediately, he remembered something, and looked again at the courtyard shrouded in the shadows in the direction of Cecil's Colosseum.

"Modrian Peris, it's not as simple as it seems."

If it weren't for Horace, the Dallets wouldn't have paid attention to a 'hillbilly' baron from the Northlands, but when they investigated, they seemed to find something uneasy.

And the more they dig deeper, the more frightened the Daller family becomes, I don't know when a terrifying beast will rise in that bitter cold northland that lacks attention, especially in the information of the investigation, there may be a legendary crown in Valoran's territory!?

When he and Gardner learned the news, the surprise in their hearts was not hidden, Modrian and Valoran were definitely a big worm, a big worm with its fangs, silently waiting for the opportunity to devour the food in one bite.

"Don't worry about Horace's safety, so who will be the first person to die in Fangs now? Is it His Highness Saroyan, or is it His Highness Sawyer? I'm looking forward to it! Hewlett lowered his eyes, and his inexplicable emotions flashed away, what the Dalle family had lost was not only Horace, the first heir, but many, many things!

Knock knock! Knock knock!

"Lord Hewlett!"

The hurried knock on the door was mixed with the sound of panting voices, awakening Hewlett who was in a trance, rubbing his face, and he regained his majestic and cold commander appearance.

"Come in!"

The door opened, Lindsey was dressed in silver armor, his expression was in a hurry, the sweat on his forehead flowed down his sideburns, and he didn't have time to salute, so he spoke directly.

"Something happened, Viscount Zimmerman Quill and his family were slaughtered in the mansion!"

Lindsay's flustered appearance at the moment lost the demeanor that the royal guards should have, Hewlett just wanted to reprimand, but when he heard Lindsay's report, he swallowed his stomach, and the whole person stood up from behind the desk suddenly, his face was extremely cold.

Without saying anything, Hewlett put on sharp armor, took Lindsey, and ordered a team of royal capital guards cavalry to go straight to the noble area.

Zimmerman Quiel, Viscount of the Kingdom, was a high-ranking general under the command of the Kingdom's Minister of War, Dakama, but he was old enough to retire from the army and now hold a casual position as a staff officer in Limentanlu.

Its reputation is considered to be a good person in the aristocratic circle, and there are basically no hostile families, and the relationship with the meritorious nobles is relatively close.

Outside Quill Manor, there are already armed guards of the royal capital guarding the critical terrain, and there will be a transcendent professional at the front and rear doors, who will hold torches, their eyes sharp, and their cold weapons with an icy aura, will look at every passer-by who casts their eyes, even if some nobles will stare at it.

This is the pride of the Imperial Guard, one of the most powerful legions in the Kingdom of Stoke!

When Hewlett arrived at Quill Manor, a group of royal guards had approached, but when it became clear that it was his own supreme commander, he immediately saluted and left.

Hewlett nodded at these attitudes of his subordinates, and after throwing the reins to the guards behind him, he walked directly into the manor with Lindsay.

Blood!

The dripping blood spread like a stream across the manor's floor, and it was so scarlet and dazzling under the hanging magic lights.

The strong smell of blood wafted through the circulating air, which made Hewlett frown when he entered the manor, it seems that Quill Manor was really slaughtered, so where did the corpse go?

It was a strange phenomenon that the ground was covered with blood but there were no corpses, but when he saw the direction of the blood, his expression moved slightly.

"Killing...... Corpse..... Blood flowing like a stream..... The modus operandi of these murderers seems to have been seen somewhere! ”

Hewlett clenched the long sword at his waist and followed the trail of blood as he slowly walked inside.

The road was not far, and after dozens of meters, he entered a living room with a simple style, and then, just at a glance, he was stunned in place.

In the field of vision, the soft magic light spilled into the living room, the faint fragrance of elk was filled, and you could see the prepared delicacies on the long wooden table, and the red candles burning slowly, which was a very warm scene.

It's just that all this can't cover the open space on the right side of the living room, where dozens of corpses are arranged in a weird shape similar to the magic array, and if you look closely, you can see that the final point in the direction of blood flow is the center of the formation!

Hewlett looked around, and in the center of the magic circle, he saw Viscount Zimmerman Quiel, the white-haired old man he had seen at the banquet yesterday, wearing a black elegant axe, and his silver hair was meticulously groomed, kneeling on the cold ground.

It wasn't just the old man, but all the shriveled corpses at this moment looked like this, fanatical and respectful, letting the blood flow through them.

"Lord Hewlett, their hearts have been gouged out and they have died of blood!" Lindsey stood outside the living room door, reminding him softly. "It seems to be about some kind of sacrifice!"

"We're dàmá annoyed!"

Hearing this, Hewlett turned his head to look at him, then stared at the old man and said, "Viscount Zimmermann will not be a cultist, I can prove this!" ”

"Who discovered the anomaly here?"

"It's a ten-captain under my command, when he was patrolling this area, he found that Quill Manor was unusually quiet, so he wanted to knock on the door to ask, and when he didn't want to knock on the door, he directly pushed open the gate of the manor!" Lindsey said respectfully, he could not deny Master Hewlett's remarks, but he still reported what should be reported.

"Did you go and inform the Duke of Dacama?" Hewlett stepped into the living room, walking on the blood-soaked floor, making a popping sound.

"Why did you inform Duke Dakama?" Lindsey subconsciously asked suspiciously, it was just an idle viscount, what relationship could he have with the Minister of War, Duke Dakama, and there were no rumors that the relationship between the two was very good.

"I smell the abyss, it seems that there are quite a few people in Limontan Luli who have betrayed the country and thrown themselves into the arms of those abyss lords!" Hewlett stood beside the strange magic circle, his cold words telling his inner guess.

"As for why? Because Viscount Zimmermann was the personal commander of the Duke of Dakama, but he was seriously wounded during the Great Patriotic War and retreated to the royal capital. ”

"Oh, by the way, I heard that the serious injury was to stop the assassins from sneaking up on Duke Dakama!"

"So you should know how to do it now? Lindsey! Hewlett withdrew from the living room, stretched out his right hand indifferently, patted Lindsey on the shoulder and said.

"I don't know whose pawn you belong to, but now, you are under the surveillance of the Dale family and the Arnold family, and I hope that the master behind you can shelter you!"

Ha, the two hereditary ducal families of Limentanlu, one is the Minister of Finance and the other is the Minister of War, which is not something that some cats and dogs can provoke.