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The Terre Street Inquisition received a report of a highly decomposed body soaked in a wooden barrel in a hut in a remote street within their jurisdiction, and the body was first found by a nearby neighbor.

In the long absence of sunny weather, the stench of decay on the corpse came out, exposing the corpse. When the inquisition hurried to the court, they saw a horrified sight of the highly decomposed corpse sitting in a wooden barrel, hands folded as if praying, and two steel nails running through each of his chests.

The people of the Inquisition immediately recognized the corpse's garment, which was the deacon's uniform.

It was like a depth charge, causing an uproar.

After the identity of the body was identified, all the court offices in the entire commercial district were alarmed.

As a fourth-party top force independent of the aristocracy, the military department, and the Holy See of Light, this was the most serious trauma and provocation suffered by the trial in the past five years, and for a time, the various inquisitions included this case in the highest execution ranks.

The day after Holett's body was found, another highly decomposed body was found in a sewer outside the courtroom, identified as Holet's coachman.

The investigators sent by the court immediately found the owner of the house, a slightly chubby middle-aged man, who was already frightened and collapsed when he was brought into the interrogation room of the court.

"Where are you at eight o'clock in the evening of the seventeenth?"

"At home, it was raining heavily, and I was with my family."

"I heard that your house was rented out, do you remember what the lessor looked like?"

"I don't remember, he was wearing a hood, his head was kept down, and it was too dark, so I didn't pay much attention to it, but I remember that his figure was quite thin."

"Didn't you see his ID card when you signed the lease?"

"I asked him for it, but he said he didn't have it with him, and then, later, he said that he would only rent it for a week, give me ten silver coins, and I, I will rent it to him."

"Hmph, see something with money in your eyes."

During the investigation of the homeowners, the trial obtained extremely limited information, and the only thing that could be confirmed was that the perpetrator of the crime was a man and that it was a planned, premeditated assassination.

However, after the death of a deacon, the Inquisition will not rest on its laurels, and both the body and the scene are closely protected, and the Inquisition has transferred two high-ranking trial knights to investigate the information left behind by the murderer.

The first thing that caught the eye was that the two steel nails were sent to the inquisition house for examination, and it was not long before two blood stains were found on the steel nails, one was Hollet's and the other was unknown blood.

Although it was impossible to find the murderer in blood, the Inquisition House was able to quickly find the source of the steel nail - Thornflower Prison.

In addition to the steel nails, the court also found a few rose petals at the scene, so the flower beds and flower shops in various parts of the Terre street were closely investigated.

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In another part of the business district, the town of Yad.

A horse-drawn carriage drove in and stopped in front of a hotel, from which a pale-skinned young man with a handful of crimson roses in his hand entered the hotel.

Knock knock~!

The door opened.

"Dean?" Joseph, who was in the room, saw Dudian at the door and said in surprise: "Come in, you are finally back." ”

Dudian entered the room, and Joseph was alone in the spacious room, and he asked, "What about Barton and Kroon?" ”

"They've gone to gather information, and they'll be back soon." When Joseph saw the flower that Dudian was holding, he was surprised, "How did you change it?" ”

"The former withered." Dudian smiled and poured himself a cup of hot tea, and after a few moments, he could smell Barton and Kroon in the range of perception, and soon the two were back in the hotel.

"How?" Dudian asked the two.

Barton and Kroon were a little surprised to see Dudian, as if they had found their backbone. Hearing this, the two looked at each other, and Barton said: "We have asked everywhere these days, from the butcher who killed the pig to the owner of various shops, and I heard them say that this Lane family is a declining little nobleman, the patriarch is called Fulin Lane, sixty-two years old this year, his wife died very early, and he has four children, the eldest son is forty-eight years old, and he has three children, all of whom are married......"

Du Dian listened to the two of them tell the information.

"Due to the decline, there are only two knight teams of the Lane family, ten people each, about thirty people, a total of fifty people, and I heard that many of these knights are not regular knights, and they have not received the medal of honor in the knight's hall, but the old patriarch takes care of his face, and recruits some trainee knights into the formation, expands the number, and looks good."

After a few moments, the three of them had said everything they knew.

Du Dian nodded slightly, and after thinking for a while, he got up and said, "You guys wait for me here, and I'll go out." ”

"Where are you going?" Barton couldn't help but ask.

Dudian smiled, "Visit this old patriarch." ”

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Night is coming.

The castle on the high slope outside the town is brightly lit.

Knights and servants were on duty all over the castle, and the day-to-day work of guarding it was extremely boring, the ever-repetitive scenery had long since become tired, and the guards knew that even the most stupid thief would not come here to hunt for treasure, which was tantamount to searching for water in the desert and fire in the sea.

The guards stood together, gossiping about the interesting things they had heard lately, passing the time, hoping that the night would pass sooner.

In the huge dining room of the castle, the old patriarch of Fulin sat at the head of the long table, and in two rows sat his children and grandchildren, one of whom was the older granddaughter, who was handing her child to the nanny to take to nursery.

Huge chandeliers hang from the top of the dining table, and the oil lamps are yellow, which is the lamp oil used by ordinary residents.

After dinner, the children got up and saluted the old patriarch of Fulin, and went back to their rooms to rest or play.

"Grandpa, how did you think about the opening of a store on Wall Street that I mentioned to you last time?" When the others were almost gone, one of the young men in his twenties asked the old patriarch of Fulin in the chief seat.

The old patriarch of Fulin slowly looked up at him, frowned, and said: "I have investigated, although Wall Street is prosperous, the rent of the store is too high, and the profits of the broken copper and iron you want to sell are too low, and it is not enough to even earn back the rent, let alone make money to subsidize the family." ”

The young man's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Grandpa, what I sell is not broken copper and iron, but all the good swords and good knives that I worked hard to find to be forged by master craftsmen, and they can be sold at a high price. ”

"You're too small." The old patriarch of Fulin sighed: "You first go and investigate the items of several other similar shops near Wall Street, if you think that you can sell more than other stores, then come to me, don't take customers for fools, they are all good." ”

"Grandpa!" The young man said urgently.

"Hughton, don't be rude!" The middle-aged man next to him scolded.

The young man was stunned, bowed his head sullenly, threw away the fork in his hand, and turned to leave.

The middle-aged man hurriedly said to the old patriarch of Fulin: "Father, don't be surprised, this child is not sensible and a little impatient. ”

"He's still young, and he'll understand after a few more years." The old patriarch of Fulin sighed, didn't say anything, picked up the crutches on the table, got up, and went back to the room with the help of the maid next to him.

Holding the stairs back to the room, the old patriarch of Fulin coughed lightly while holding his chest, and the middle-aged maid next to him hurriedly took out the medicine bottle from the container and handed it to him.

The old patriarch poured out two red pills and swallowed them, his cough eased a little, and he waved his hand to let the maid retreat.

After the middle-aged maid retreated, the old patriarch of Fulin slowly came to the desk next to the bed with a cane, lit the oil lamp, took out the magnifying glass in the drawer, and flipped through the books on the table.

"The patriarch is so interested." Suddenly, a voice rang out from a dark corner of the room.

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Today was originally three watches, after dinner was not very comfortable, resulting in the second more late than usual, the third more reserved until tomorrow, tomorrow four more compensation, forgive me~~~ (to be continued.) )