Someone in the conference room let out a low exclamation, this is not a treacherous sea battlefield, a small naval battle can kill hundreds of people.

"Newinn Harbor" is not only the number one port city in the kingdom, but also a military port where the kingdom's most elite naval fleet is stationed!

The number of victims as high as 45 in one night was enough to cause a major earthquake in "Port Newinn".

Ignoring the listeners' head-to-head exchange of words, Miss Lola continued:

"The victims had no common characteristics, including workers, merchants, the elderly, children, girls, students, and aristocrats, almost all groups of people.

Moreover, the perpetrator was very rampant, and left the body directly in place after the murder. According to our agents, the bodies of each of the victims were, well... How to describe it, very abstract!"

Hearing her spit out the adjective "abstract" with a strange expression, somehow, all the big people present felt a chill behind them.

"Ma'am, do you have any clues or speculations now, and who is responsible for such a murder?"

A representative of the joint council of nobles seemed to think of something, and stood up and asked with a solemn face.

At the same time, many of the participants in the conference room who were over 30 years old had unnatural faces.

"I'm very sorry sir, we don't have any witnesses or clues, and we don't know who the culprit is. The perpetrators are like ghosts, appearing out of thin air and then disappearing into thin air, and if it weren't for the cluelessness, the town hall wouldn't have turned to you for help!"

As soon as the words fell, someone had already put forward his own proposition, or the gentleman of the Noble Association:

"I think we should lock down the city and find out this daring murderer!"

"Yes, there is no crime that leaves no trace at all. We will use all our forces to search every corner of the city, and we will surely find the murderers and avenge the dead citizens!"

“......”

Led by representatives of the Noble Association, although they repeatedly denounced the perpetrators, they consciously or unconsciously characterized the incident in advance as an ordinary serial murder case, at most the number of victims was somewhat unusually large.

Some of the lower-level attendees were encouraged by their words and followed in solidarity.

However, this irresponsible argument caused dissatisfaction among one person.

Knock! Knock!

The sound of fingers tapping on the conference table interrupted their next words.

The representative of the Raven Army, an old man with a straight back and sharp eyes despite his slightly gray hair, stood up.

He propped his hands on the table, his eagle-like eyes staring around everyone in the room, and an indescribable momentum rose from him and enveloped the entire conference room.

Silent...

"Heh——! though I don't really want to admit it, but as the Raven Lord who guards the dark side of this city, I must warn you who are forgetful.

The tragedy of eight years ago will not be avoided again because we are like ostriches and put our heads in the sand and pretend not to see them!

In particular, some gentlemen among us should review their words and deeds, will they mislead everyone and create more trouble for the real solution of the problem?!"

Hearing the old man's words, the big people present instantly popped up one keyword and another vivid pictures in their minds. What I once tried to forget quickly resurfaced from the depths of my heart, and it was clearer than ever!

"Eight years ago, serial murders, murder incidents?"

"The Wells family?"

"Evil God Sacrifice?!"

"The fallen god of opera!"

The representative of the joint meeting of nobles took out a handkerchief and constantly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said somewhat reluctantly: "Your Excellency Diesel, you are laughing. The Wells family, which is connected to the evil gods, has disappeared eight years ago, how can those damn 'murderers' come out again at this time?!"

Diesel was also the chief of the Raven Man in Newinn Harbor, and he didn't even bother to look at him. As a barrier between mortals and the transcendent world, how could he not know what kind of role these guys from the Noble Association played in that incident? At this time, the incident repeated, how could he give these guys a good look?

Just as he was about to continue to make his own inferences, a voice suddenly rang out in the conference room.

"It's a Dead Soul Box!

It was the box that the Wells family held for a short time and finally disappeared after worshipping the evil god eight years ago!"

The person who spoke was a representative of the Royal Naval College, who stood up and bowed slightly to the crowd.

"Principal Princeton was in our city before, and he captured the fluctuations caused by the explosion of the box, but unfortunately he was a step late, and although he continued to track it, he was never able to find it again.

It wasn't until the Dead Soul Box actually re-released the killers that we were sure it hadn't left, but was hiding somewhere in Newinn Harbour. ”

As he spoke, his eyes were also on the side of the Noble Association, although the box had run away in advance, the corpses of sea hunters and noble private soldiers everywhere could not be concealed at all.

With a little speculation, it's not hard to guess what happened here...

It was obvious that the Guild of Nobles, or some of its members, knew the whereabouts of the Dead Soul Box far before anyone present.

But with some kind of selfish thoughts, he didn't report it, but wanted to secretly take it for himself. There is nothing if they have ambition and succeed, at least it shows that they have the ability to match their ambition.

But with the emergence of the "killers", it has been shown that they have failed very completely. This makes people a little angry, angry at their recklessness, and even more angry at this mess that they have to clean up because of their incompetence!

It's just that now is not the time to hold accountable, and to wait until the crisis is resolved to do liquidation.

For a moment, there was silence in the huge conference room.

The famous "Dead Soul Box" is almost unaware of it. The few people who experienced it eight years ago know even better.

Because in just eight years, it is far from enough to erase the damage caused by that strange thing to the city, as well as the deep marks left in people's hearts.

"Do you have any evidence that the 'Dead Soul Box' has reappeared?

You must know that if the 'Dead Soul Box' reappears, then it means that this incident involves an evil god, which is enough to rate it as a 'disaster event', and we must report it to the kingdom!"

Murdoch, the consul of Port New, who had only taken office after the events of eight years earlier, stood up and asked.

In this matter, he, as the manager of the city, must be the first person responsible, and he has to consider it carefully.