Tarrant's mind was even more confused, he dragged his heavy legs and fell on the sofa, originally he didn't care about it, because he knew that he didn't do it, but how to prove it to others, the time and place were very consistent, his panic at that time was like killing someone, he also had the right murder weapon and coincidental armor, only Kira Veton could prove that he didn't do it, but this woman would pull out the murder in Lovell's Cottage again, and he couldn't explain the murder scene clearly, he glared at the priest, "What do you want?"

"Looks like you're interested in my plan," Kirawiton looked at the candle tray above her head, "why don't you take advantage of everyone's time to deal with Lovell's problem?"

"What's the problem?" Tarrant was almost out of control, "Your stupid friend killed an innocent apprentice by mistake, and now his body is still lying there, do you want to go back to the mage?"

"That's right, Lovell will find the body of that unlucky guy, but he won't report it to the sheriff, smart people never give justice and punishment to that group of rubbish, of course he knows who did it, it's like a date, we all know what the other person thinks, he kills our paladin, we kill his lackeys, blood for blood Now, he'll be waiting for us at home, make a cup of flower tea, and sit quietly on the sofa in the hall, hahaha, the floor will be stained with blood tonight, knight, are you participating?"

With a crazy speech, Tarrant hung his head, this thing is messed up, the sheriff will find the coachman and come here, he has no proof of innocence, there are only two ways to clear his suspicion now, it is a trouble to find the real murderer of the murder in the Golden Tavern, or to catch the real murderer of the murder in Lovell's Cottage.

"What are you thinking about?, do you want to prove your innocence?" Kirawiton sighed disappointedly as she smashed the empty bottle on the table, not a drop of wine, "Prove Lovell's guilt and you'll be nothing." ”

"That's just an imaginary enemy," Tarrant tiredly got up and walked up the stairs, he needed to calm down and think about it.

"Isn't that bad bastard's diary telling the story?, Kira Veton is always right," the priest smirked.

Tarrant hadn't read the diary yet, so he went into the room and took it out of the Spirit Pattern Bag, which ...... Isn't it supposed to be in the hands of the murderer...... He even carried the deceased's things with him, so stupid, Tarrant knocked his head hard, for a while he always felt that his IQ was not as normal as before, and he turned the second page of the diary:

I was happy too early, although there was a suitable ingredient, but the proportion was still a big problem, I tried to increase the composition of the snake apricot, but the teacher could smell the smell lightly, completely failed, this kind of thing even put in the pig food those pigs will not eat, must reduce the snake apricot.

The current progress is still under control, and I believe that in a few days I will help the teacher find the right ratio.

The last few pages of the diary are similar, the apprentice is experimenting with the proportions, he is looking for a balance among several poisons, but unfortunately the diary does not record the detailed effects of the drug, Tarrant skips a few pages, the time is about 9 months ago, there are some new changes in the diary:

Our cabin was under surveillance, last night the teacher found him, I decided to go to this person, it must have been one of them sent to stop us, they knew that the teacher was the most likely to win, they had to interfere with him, I would not let the teacher be affected.

Lovell is called a teacher throughout, and the apprentice adores him, and Tarrant flips to the next page:

The stupid fellow was hiding in a corner in a cloak, he thought the night would cover him, I smashed his head, no papers or identification were found from him, he only had an ordinary dagger, who would have sent it, I cut the body into four pieces and stuffed it into a sack and threw it into the canal.

I'm thinking, since they're worried that the teacher will complete the bet first, then their plans must have hit an obstacle, hahaha, they've exposed themselves, I'm going to hurry, that recipe may have to add something new, to get rid of the smell of snake apricot powder.

This diary greatly weakened the condemnation of Tarrant's conscience, the apprentice was also a madman, it calmly recorded the process of the brutal murder, perhaps, it was the materials they experimented with that affected their thinking, their consciousness, suspicious and nervous, highly tense, Tarrant had two questions left, the bet and the "they" mentioned in the diary.

Lovell's real yàn is to complete the gambling contract, according to Blenger's situation and Kira Viton's explanation, Lovell is busy perfecting the control technique, the gambling contract may be the spell of the creation of zào, and the question is precisely that the creation of the zào spell is a great and respectable thing, why should the Blenger team spy on him or even plan to kill him?

"They" should be the ones who made a bet together, theoretically, it would be the people of the ancient wizards' guild, they are arrogant and untamed, it is impossible to find some gangsters to spy on their opponents, that is self-depreciation, it seems that there are other forces to join, Tarrant suddenly thought of the falcon, if ...... The people of the Ancient Wizards' Guild also had a pact with the Spirit Suckers, so it was natural that the thieves who might send the Falcon would be, and Tarrant continued to look back, and for the next few months the apprentice and Lovell were experimenting in the hut, failing repeatedly, and a change in a journal three months ago recounted:

Yesterday the teacher met with them at the wizard's meeting, it is said that their plan went very well, the experiment was already halfway successful, and it only took another half a year or so to complete, the teacher was very angry when he came back, and he was still trapped in the study, and we were behind in progress, what should I do, all the ingredients have been tried, maybe our method will not work at all...... No, I can't think so, the teacher can't be wrong.

It can be seen from this that the other people involved in the gambling contract do not seem to be studying spells, they are betting to complete one thing first, and Tarrant turns to the next page, which is only three days away from the previous page:

I found that the hut was being watched again, and the bearded dwarf had passed by the main entrance three times, and his eyes were full of curiosity about death, and I should satisfy him.

The next page of the diary is the next day:

The teacher found out about them, but he wouldn't let me do anything, and the teacher was right, we should concentrate, the others were almost done, and I shouldn't be affected by a few bed bugs.

Later in the diary, it became known that Lovell had developed a new recipe and tested it on someone.

Tarrant closed the notebook, the process of the whole thing was basically clear, a year ago, or maybe even longer, several members of the ancient wizarding society made a bet, one of the parties, Lovell's goal was to create a spell to control the human mind, this spell needs to be used with drugs, he determined the ingredients of the drug a year ago, three months ago he found the watchdog Blenger team near the residence, two months ago he made the preliminary finished product, Blenge had an accident at that time, the two may be related.

Tarrant tore off his collar and took off his civilian clothes, looking at the stone guard in the corner of the wall, he looked helpless, he couldn't participate in the battle, he had to repair the armor first, no, the color of the stone guard was too conspicuous, maybe the coachman only remembered it, he couldn't use the stone guard for the time being, he needed another armor, damn the money, he rolled down in the quilt, he should go to someone to help, some friends are very rich, borrowing a suit of armor shouldn't be a problem, he decided.