The fire ignited by the Blazing Glue was extremely difficult to extinguish, and it burned for four or five blocks before it was gradually contained with the concerted efforts of the Apothecary's Guild, the Temple of Life, and the City Guard, and by the time it was completely extinguished, it was already the early morning of the next day.

Baron Edelman Brippes walked through the blackened streets, his face pale, and his eyes burning with a terrible anger that was even greater than the fire. More than a dozen personal guards of the Thornflower Clan, fully armed, followed closely, shields held at their sides, and vigilant eyes were cast on every suspicious corner.

Last night, thousands of lives and tens of thousands of property losses proved that everyone was unwilling to admit that the city-state of Coventry was not as safe as it thought, and that the intelligence network of the Thornflower family was also hugely flawed. In the wrath of Baron Edelman, at least three City Guard officers and two high-ranking intelligence network officials were ordered to commit suicide, and more than forty magistrates who were slacking off patrols and neglecting their duties were stripped of their duties and assigned to the City Guard death camp.

However, these penalties did not fully restore the sluggish morale. Coventry has not been the victim of a terrorist attack for too long, and the peaceful life has not made the people here lose their flesh, but at least they have begun to weaken their wills.

In the charred streets, the sound of wailing and cursing can be heard everywhere. Dressed in black robes, with his hood hanging down, and pushing a wheelbarrow, the mourners walked heavily between the ruins, accompanied by the residents looking for their loved ones, and the clergy holding golden scepters, each time they found a survivor, they provoked a cry of surprise, and with the help of the clergy's prayers and alchemical potions, most of the injuries were properly treated.

Baron Edelman walked forward with steady steps, not stopping for any misery. His gaze swept over every empty space where corpses were piled up, over every scorched ruin. Finally, when a stone building came into view, he suddenly stopped.

"This is where the fire came from?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Archon. A voice sounded, neither humble nor arrogant, and one of the baron's retinue stepped out and bowed to him. "I'm Hans, Sheriff 1st Class, and I'm in charge of fighting fires and putting order in order in this street from last night to this morning. ”

"You did a good job, Mr. Hans, after the fire was extinguished, the rescue work was carried out in an orderly manner without the slightest delay. Baron Edelman's gaze softened slightly, but then became cold again, "But I don't understand why there are clergy there, and what can their prayers do?"

"Having the clergy join the rescue can stabilize people's hearts. The middle-aged sheriff explained in a calm tone, "Although their pretentious prayers are not as good as a high-quality alchemical potion, many people believe in them, believing that the souls of their dead relatives can fly to heaven to enjoy happiness. ”

"Good, you convinced me. Baron Edelman nodded approvingly, "And then, here, at the source of the fire, what did you find?"

"Fourteen corpses, charred and black, but judging by me, they were not real murderers, just poor creatures blinded. The middle-aged sheriff replied, "They only threw the first batch of incandescent gel, and they were completely stunned by the tragic situation, and the second batch of incandescent gel did not fall down, but spontaneously combusted on the roof of the building, and burned them all to death." There is no doubt that this is a mouth-extinguishment, and the real murderer uses the help of clever alchemy. ”

Baron Edelman snorted, his tone concealing displeasure, "Blazing Glue, how did such a dangerous thing get smuggled into the city?"

This was not a question that the middle-aged sheriff could answer, and he retreated into the crowd and was replaced by a young nobleman, Sir Knight, who was pale and dressed in carved armor, and hurried out of the ranks.

"Your Excellency," Sir Lorek knelt down on one knee, his head almost hanging to the ground, "I have questioned all the captains of the gate guards, and inquired about the records of all the goods entering the city in the last three years, and there are no finished products of blazing glue entering the city, presumably ...... I guess it's ......" he mumbled, as if he didn't know how to explain it.

Baron Edelman glanced at Sir Rolek with a cold gaze, "The Apothecary's Guild needs a large amount of alchemy raw materials every year, and no one can see that there is a little bit of something that can make fiery glue in it. Is that the result of your investigation?"

"Yes, that's it!" said Sir Lorek, nodding repeatedly, a look of relief on his face.

"Oh. Baron Edelman nodded expressionlessly, "So what are you going to do next?"

"I'm going to send someone to negotiate with the Pharmacists Guild and ask them to provide information on the use and consumption of raw materials, and then check the warehouse to determine the ......."

"Fools!Fools who are toyed with and don't know it!" Baron Edelman suddenly became furious and kicked Ser Lorek in the heels, "What are you afraid of in a riot? Make you panic like this?Go check the Apothecary's Guild, good, are you trying to put the two Grandmasters on the opposite side of the Thornflower Family?And the mysterious Iron Master, what would he think? I can guess what you'll find, the raw materials of the Blazing Gel are not only missing from the Apothecary's warehouse, but all the clues point to the Iron Master! What are you going to do when you find out?"

Sir Lorek looked up in horror, looked at Baron Edelman in anger, and suddenly could not say anything to justify.

"Look at your demented face!" Baron Edelman took a deep breath, his tone became more solemn than ever, "Coventry stands in the western frontier of the empire, it has been besieged by tens of thousands of barbarian armies dozens of times, the outer city has been broken three times, and the entire city has fallen into war, but the banner of the Thorn Flower is still flying in the sky and has never withered!

Baron Edelman paced angrily, walked twice in front of the terrified Sir Rorek, and made a decision in a cold tone, "You are not fit to continue to serve as the Governor of Coventry, Sir Lorek Brippes, and hand over the Privy Ring." ”

Sir Lorek's face was even paler, but in addition to the loss, there seemed to be a hint of happiness, and he took off the Prince's Seal Ring from his hand tremblingly, and then held it up in front of Baron Edelman.

Baron Edelman didn't touch the ring, but beckoned to the middle-aged sheriff with a calm face, "Mr. Hans, I am very impressed by your calmness, in the next period of time, I hope you can do a good job as a magistrate, Coventry is facing a storm, a disaster, what I need is stability and order, do you understand?"

Hans, the middle-aged sheriff, bowed deeply, "I understand that Your Excellency, whether it is on the streets, in taverns, or in the slums, there will be no rumors that are unfavorable to the Apothecary Guild and the Iron Master. It was a group of half-blood barbarians who were dissatisfied with the status quo that caused the carnival night tragedy, and all barbarian mercenaries and half-blood barbarians in Coventry must be severely investigated and identified, and those with identity problems will be severely punished. ”

Baron Edelman smiled with satisfaction for the first time of the day, "That's it, Officer Hans, you can get to work." ”

A few hours later, all the gates of Coventry were suddenly closed, and some merchants and travelers who wanted to leave the city gathered around the gates to talk. Some people wanted to find the city gate guards to get some information, but when they saw that all the original acquaintances were replaced by unfamiliar faces, and their lips were pursed one by one, and they were murderous, and the people who got up didn't dare to talk about the money, and soon they all ran back in disgrace.

Merlin Avery saw this from afar, and a hint of worry flashed across his face. "The gates are closed, I remember that Coventry rarely did this before it was attacked by the desert barbarians, right?"

"Yes, Iron Master, I've been in Coventry for more than a decade, and this is the first time I've seen the gates closed. Vonderrick, the young guide, shook his flaxen hair, grinned and brought an apple to his mouth, and took a big bite, "But you have nothing to fear, you have such a deep friendship with His Excellency the Archon, and it is not a matter of words to want to get out of the city?"

"Out of town, at this time?" Avery raised his eyebrows with a smirk, "Last night's tragedy just happened, and this morning I went to Baron Edelman to ask for an exception to go out of the city, what do you want people who know about this matter to think of me?"

"You're an Iron Master, do you still need to be afraid of this trouble?" von Derrick threw the apple core over his right shoulder and threw it behind him, "Forget it, the big people always think too much, and the little ones like me should follow your orders." Where are we going next?"

"Go to the Adventurers' Guild and I'm going to gather some up-to-date intel on Coventry and the desert barbarians. ”

"Hey, then why do you want to go to the Adventurers' Guild?" Vonderrick jumped up and patted his chest and said, "Have you ever heard of the Night Falcon Squad? The mercenary team with the highest mission completion rate in the Adventurers' Guild can provide you with everything from spying on intelligence, obtaining secrets to scouting the terrain, and the highest price and most secret information in the guild are all provided by the Night Falcon team, and you have a relationship with the vice captain of the Night Falcon, so it's easy to get a discount." ”

"You mean Uniken, the lark, the half-elf?" Avery thought for a moment and nodded briskly, "Vonderrick, do you have his contact information?"

"Of course, I'll tell you the truth, he's my chief. Vonderrick pulled out a bronze metal plaque from his bosom, the pattern on it looked like a blackbird with its wings outstretched, "I am a peripheral member of the Night Falcon Squad, you see, the Night Falcon Squad never deceives customers, it has an outstanding reputation, Coventry is the first!"