Sir Barton's killer was found, on the street outside the Governor's Palace.

He was first spotted by a waterman who was carrying water to the Doge's Palace, and by the time he was dragged out of the puddle, his body had been soaked and succumbed, with a feathered arrow stuck in the back of his head.

The dagger he had hidden in his sleeve matched the two wounds on Sir Barton's body.

There were also nails and mallets found from him.

The evidence proved that he was the cultist who killed Sir Patton and nailed his body to the wall.

By identifying the body, the Doge's Office finally confirmed the identity of the murderer.

And the final result was beyond everyone's expectations.

No one expected that the believer of Solore, the god of blood and destruction, the murderer of serial murders, and the accomplice of Baron Fred, the "bewitched", would be the kind old shoemaker Bardean, who lived on 14th Street.

Especially when Bad'an's neighbors, after learning of the old shoemaker's other identity, suspected that the people of the Governor's Palace must have made a mistake.

When the colonial guards burst into Bardean's house, they quickly smelled the strong smell of blood.

Two miserable-looking corpses were nailed to the wall, with the marks of chaos painted on their backs.

Upon learning that Solore's doppelganger had been destroyed, Badrian went into a frenzy to kill his wife and two-year-old child in an attempt to sacrifice to the great Solol and bring him back into the world.

The results can be imagined.

In that flowing blood, he saw nothing but despair.

Destroyed by madness and despair, he turned all his hatred to the rumored wizard who defeated Lord Solol, and stubbornly believed that the wizard must have used some kind of intrigue to defeat the invincible Lord Solol.

As a result, he was fully prepared, but he didn't expect that he had fallen into the trap of a half-elf.

Leia Winterdew, who was ordered to hunt the remnants of the Chaos Cultists, was sure that the little rats lurking among the colonists of Port Sevet would take advantage of Jiang Feng's return to the South Island to launch a frenzied retaliatory attack on him, so he ambushed the tower near the Doge's Palace.

Then, the feathered arrow, which is a work of art, drew a perfect end to the chaos invasion that took place in Port Sevit.

At noon, Jiang Feng, who was enjoying the Monto steak in the dining room of the Governor's Palace, listened to Connie, who was sitting at the other end of the table, talk about what happened last night and this morning.

There was one detail that Jiang Feng noticed that the knight master did not mention who the person who executed the murderer, but simply said that it was an archer who shot him, and then hastily ended this topic that was not suitable for mentioning at the dinner table.

Perhaps it was the stubbornness and pride of human beings, or some inherent concepts at work, the estrangement between these colonists and half-elves was far deeper than Jiang Feng imagined.

"What are you going to do next?" Stuffing the cut piece of meat into his mouth with a fork, Jiang Feng asked in a casual tone.

"Elect a new governor, find a way to report the situation here to His Majesty, and then clean up the mess left by Lord Baron." The knight seemed to be troubled by this question.

"Has anyone chosen one?"

"Not yet, it's a tricky question," Connie shook his head, "you may not believe it, those hypocritical cowards who were passing the buck to each other until yesterday are now breaking their heads for this position. ”

After Sir Patton's death, the position of Governor became vacant. The officials of the colonies were in constant fear and blamed each other, and none of them wanted to sit in the governorship's position. Even if the title of Governor can bring you a lot of money, you have to have a life to enjoy it.

Now that the curse that haunted the harbor of Sevet had dissipated, and the haze of chaos had been nip in the bud, this fat shortage naturally aroused the prying eyes of countless people.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Jiang Feng asked.

Connie was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"I am a knight canonized by His Majesty the King, and according to the laws of the Kingdom of Rick, I shall not hold an administrative position in the King's domain until I have been relieved of my military duties by His Majesty the King, except by a letter of appointment signed by His Majesty the King himself."

Jiang Feng had no interest in understanding the political tricks of these natives, so he had the right to listen to them after dinner.

At the end of lunchtime, he put down the cutlery in his hand, he picked up the cloth and wiped his mouth, looked at Connie, who was sitting opposite, and spoke.

"I'm going to go to the manor in a moment, can you send me a guide?"

Although he had lived in Baron Fred's manor for a few days, he had not been shown there with him and was not very knowledgeable about the layout of the buildings. While it's fun to explore on your own, you'll still waste a lot of time.

"Where are you going now?" Connie looked at Jiang Feng suspiciously, "There's nothing there now......

"I know, but since it's already my property, I'll have to check it out before I go back to the Wizard's Tower." As he spoke, Jiang Feng stood up, "Moreover, no one is sure if there is still something evil left in it that has not been cleaned up." ”

Perhaps frightened by Jiang Feng's last words, Connie immediately prepared a guide who was familiar with the terrain of the manor. Not only that, but he also personally led a team of guards armed with silver swords to follow Jiang Feng.

That look of being ready for battle made Jiang Feng shake his head with a smile,

Eventually, he asked the Knight Master to disband the assembled guards, saying that he only needed a guide. After all, if an accident does happen, with the urine nature of Sololl's curse, these guards will appear to be in the way.

……

After the baptism of fire, Baron Fred's manor has completely lost its former grandeur, and all that remains is decay and depression.

The burned-out black main building and side buildings are like haunted houses in horror movies, and even at noon, they can't get rid of the eerie and ghostly atmosphere. The courtyard with the accumulation of dead branches and debris could not see the slightest trace of its former prosperity, and even the soil beside the masonry road was turned into a cracked wasteland due to the curse.

At this moment, at the gate of Baron Fred's manor, Jiang Feng, who was wearing a cloak, was standing with a young man who was about sixteen or seventeen years old.

This was the guide Baron Fred had hired for him, and his grandfather is said to have been the designer of the main building of the manor. As an apprentice, he often accompanied his grandfather to the manor for work reasons, and he was the one who knew the manor best, except for his deceased grandfather and the servants who worked on the baron's estate.

"Honorable Wizard, you can call me Quian."

As he spoke, Jiang Feng noticed that the shoulders of the young man wearing the deer hunting hat were trembling uneasily, and it seemed that the trembling had not stopped from the moment he stepped into the baron's manor.

I understood the feelings of these natives about the fear of mysterious phenomena, so Jiang Feng didn't say anything, just simply ordered.

"All you need to do is tell me what every building and every room here is for, and answer my questions."

"Yes......" Quian nodded reluctantly.

Jiang Feng nodded and walked towards the withered atrium.