The skeleton soldier "rustled" to the window at the command of his master, and the thin bone support the tomahawk smashed into the room, and the sound of glass shattering and falling to the ground sounded sharply in the street, and the window frame fell to the side.

Now that even the nearby residents will find out, Tarrant whispered, "You have no right to trespass on private property!" Tarrant must stop her before things get out of hand, Tarrant hugged Kirawyton, "Let's go while we still have time!"

The skeleton soldier climbed onto the windowsill and jumped into the room with a "click".

"Fuck off, idiot!" Kirawiton clasped Tarrant behind his back, "I'll just say it once!"

Her tricks had been demonstrated, and Tarrant knew what to expect, and could take advantage of the situation to subdue her when she jumped, "You're committing a crime!" The priest stomped on the ground, his black hair hit the tip of Tarrant's nose, and Venus popped out in front of his eyes, and the old wound on the bridge of his nose cracked open again, damn the sharp pain, Tarrant let go of his hand and held his nose, and Kira Veton quickly jumped forward into the window.

It was late, Tarrant jumped on the windowsill regardless of the sourness in his eyes, a messy kitchen, a light layer of ash accumulated on the table, the cupboard door was open, there was no food, and the dry wood in the corner of the wall was covered with white cobwebs, there were no traps?

"Don't be afraid, I will protect you", the priest was already in the hall.

The mage hiding somewhere must have heard the movement, and now even if he explains the other party, he will not stop, the battle will start at any moment, Tarrant is on the lookout, there is a set of low sofas in the hall, a few dirty rags hanging on the four wooden pillars, some strange things are piled up in the corners, such as instruments or mechanism parts, bulging sacks are crowded next to the door, the stairs are on the left side of the room, there is a faint light on it, and the hall environment is too dark to determine whether there is a mechanism.

The skeleton walked out of the room on the right side of the hall, and there was no one, and the priest pulled out the mace and instructed the skeleton, "Go up and kill every living thing." ”

The skeleton soldier obediently walks up the stairs and slowly ascends without traps activating.

Kira Veton chanted quickly, blessings and praises were placed on Tarrant.

The situation got out of hand, and Tarrant could only continue, he followed the skeleton up the stairs, the skeleton was smashing the wooden door opposite the staircase with an axe, it didn't know that there was such a thing as a handle, Tarrant noticed a slight burn mark on the stairs, there had been a battle here.

"Pounce", the wooden door collapsed, the flame of the candle in the room flickered, and the skeleton stood in the doorway in confusion, it found no living thing.

A man fell to the floor in a messy study, a gray cloth robe, surrounded by blood and cracked glassware, murder!

Kira Veton pushes Tarrant away, "Get out of the way," and she glared at the corpse on the ground.

"Someone arrived before us", Tarrant strode closer, the thin candle on the wall behind the seat was half lit, it was almost from the evening, Tarrant and Kirawiton arrived at the tavern without noticing any changes in the room, so the battle took place before, at dinner time.

The pages on the desk were visibly scorched, and the fire magic was emitted from the seat, which was the mage's counterattack, so the instruments on the original table were all poured in front of the desk, and the corpse was pressed against the glass shards, and Tarrant looked back at the wooden door, and there was a freshly left ash on the wall, and there was a depression in the wall at the doorknob, and magic missiles.

There's no reason for a missile to shoot at the waist, it's not fatal, the mage's first reaction when he sees the intruder at the door is definitely to kill him, why is it the waist position?

Kira Veton looked at the deceased, "It's not Lovell. ”

"Oh?" Tarrant lowered his eyes, the deceased was still very young, with a thin face, a high nose, curly hair, and was about twenty years old, and the clothes of this fabric were usually used for the dress of the lower classes, apprentices, or servants, "You said that he lived alone. ”

"It has always been", Kira Veton snapped the mace back to her belt in disappointment, "I haven't seen him", she grabbed the corpse's clothes and rolled over.

The mage's right foot was corroded by acid to expose white bones, and there was a wide wound on his left leg, an axe, and the fatal wound in his chest was still an axe, causing blood to splatter.

The whole process started with the intruder quietly turning into the house, they followed the firelight to open the room, the mage who was reading a book or was actually yàn saw it and immediately attacked with a magic missile, the intruder dodged and hid behind the wall, both sides cast spells at the same time, the mage brewed a fire explosion, the intruder was an acid arrow, they obviously did not intend to end the mage's life immediately, the subsequent fire explosion did not crash the wooden door to prove that the magic energy was strongly intercepted, the intruder had an ice shield or flame protection, the axe and acid arrow injured the mage and made him lose the ability to resist, he may be forced to question, the goal is very clear, coming to the owner of the house, the book on the ground next to the wall proves that the intruder is looking for something。

Tarrant visually measured the distance from the desk to the wooden door, chanting the flame explosion after the magic missile was not a wise choice, why would the mage choose this time-consuming magic, winding spell, colorful ball, ice arrow, dazzling magic light, etc. all have better effects, two possibilities, first, the mage is confident that his chanting ability can complete the fire explosion before the intruder touches him, and second, in a panic, the mage only thinks of the strongest magic he can cast. The actual result should be the second type, the best way for an experienced mage to face the axe is the stone shield technique, judging from the wounds of the deceased, he has no stone shield and is a novice, but Tarrant can't understand why the mage still managed to cast a fire explosion, if Tarrant broke in through the door at that time, even if he used a short-handled axe to kill the mage after sprinting four steps, why would the intruder give the mage time to successfully cast the spell......

The only possibility is that the guy with the axe is wearing heavy armor, or it may be that the pace is short, right, so the mage's attack position is the waist of the human! The intruder with the axe is actually a dwarf! Tarrant suddenly clapped his fist, a dwarf and a mage! He turned his head to look at Kira Veton, she was reading the book on the table, and with her experience, she should have discovered the identity of the murderer, what a tacit team! The reason why they can become a team is because they are all complete paranoia!

"You're a bunch of crazy people", Tarrant flipped the book in the pastor's hand, "he's just a kid!"

Kira Veton smiled with satisfaction, "There are no innocent people in the world. ”

"All crazy, Blenger is crazy with you! I will accuse them to the sheriff! Your teammates will regret their recklessness. ”

"Hahahaha, the little sweetheart is terrified", she sat down at the desk, her boots stained bright red, "Look at this, what you said about the child's thoughts." ”

Tarrant took the book suspiciously, it was a notebook, the middle was scorched by magic, and he flipped to the front:

The teacher's real yàn failed again, he was very disappointed, he ruined all the experiments, his love was getting worse and worse, he would be angry at any time, I understood his pressure, it would be an eternal shame for the mage to not win the bet, but I was more afraid that the teacher would starve himself to death, he hadn't eaten for three days.

The time recorded was a month ago, and nothing was said, a student who cared about his teacher and a mage who was keen on research, and Tarrant flipped a few more pages:

The new formula has been completed, I don't know how it works, the teacher decided to find an experiment, I offered to use me for the experiment, but the teacher said that you must find a strong and resistant person to know the effect, he just has a suitable candidate, I don't know who it is, he has no friends here, who will he find? I hope the experiment will be successful.

The date bar was blackened by magic, probably about forty days ago, maybe earlier, like that...... The timing of the Blenger incident is very close...... Tarrant eagerly flipped to the first page of the diary:

Today is really worth celebrating, the teacher has finally found the right ingredients! It's great, just adjust the ratio again, and you can succeed with the teacher's spell! It's been a year, I don't know how the others are going, but the teacher will definitely be the first to complete the bet, I'm so happy, I will be the only student of the great master! He will

This journal was written a year ago, and Tarrant closed his notes, and the repeated mention of the bet seemed to be their ultimate goal, which also related to whether there was a direct connection to the Blenger incident, "Kira Viton, what is the bet recorded in it?"

The priest picked up a worn-out book on the ground, "Look at this, more direct evidence", she raised the cover: "Poison Catalogue"