Duke Miturin and Rudolph sat facing each other, their expressions serious and their emotions low.

"Duke Mitulin, you came to me to ask for a sin? Yes, anyway, Garson is dead, and I can't refute it if I pour some sewage on him. Rudolph's eyes were so sharp that even someone like Mitulin, who had seen the world, couldn't help but want to avoid his gaze.

Because the person in front of him was none other than Rudolph, the prime minister.

"You're mistaken. Miturin forced himself to face Rudolph, even if it wasn't his intention, "I believe that with Master Rudolph's ability, he will not tolerate the real murderer going unpunished." But I am afraid that some of the petty people will use some unseemly means to confuse the public, and make Lord Rudolph miss out on the real enemy. Miturin said.

"You don't have to worry about this, who is the real murderer, I also have a detailed account in my heart. Rudolph's face stiffened, and he looked very displeased.

"That's the best, I trust Lord Rudolph. These three are arrows that stabbed Garson and Razor, one of them hit Garson's throat, one shot Razor's leg, and the last one hit Razor's ****, now I will hand over the murder weapon to you, I hope the adults can find the murderer as soon as possible. With that, Miturin gently placed the prepared arrow on the table.

Rudolph looked at the three arrows and did not speak for a long time.

......

"Why do you betray Her Royal Highness, say!" a middle-aged man with a mustache walked up to Novis and yelled loudly.

"I didn't betray. Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and Novis was still defending herself.

At this time, Novis was tied to the cross, and her clothes had been torn by the whip, and blood was pouring out of the torn places, staining the clothes red.

"Why did you meet with Razor if you didn't?" the middle-aged man asked sharply.

"Hehe, so you all know. Novis smiled wryly, there is no unventilated wall in this world.

"Not only do I know this, I also know that Razor made you tell the news of Master Grant and even wanted to poach you. The middle-aged man said.

"But I didn't, and since you already know what I said to Razor, you should know that I didn't!" Novis retorted.

"Yes, yes, you didn't promise. But what you said, who can prove it? Young Master Grant said that after you communicated with Razor, he was watched, there is such a coincidence in this world?" said the middle-aged man.

"Hmph, what happened to Grant, how would I know?" Novis snorted.

"Even if you don't say it, there's no way to wash away the suspicion from you. The middle-aged man touched Novis's chin and said, "So, you better hurry up and say it, what exactly did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, I'm innocent. Novis said through gritted teeth.

"I just like your attitude, so I hope you can hold on for a long time, preferably until Her Royal Highness the Queen interrogates you personally. The middle-aged man patted Noviss lightly, "Escort her down first, eat and drink well, well, let her live to see Her Royal Highness." ”

From behind the middle-aged man, two guards walked up, untied Novis from the cross, and then led her out of the interrogation room.

"Boss, why don't you kill her? such a traitor, even if you kill her, it won't arouse the wrath of Her Royal Highness, right?" said a subordinate behind the middle-aged man.

"Of course it would be nice to kill her, but the question is, is it possible? The middle-aged man said.

"Witch?"

"Yes, she's a woman who has drunk the blood of a great demon. The middle-aged man sighed and said.

Novis was escorted back to the dungeon by two men, but by this time, the wounds on her body were healing quickly and quickly with visible speed.

......

Although it is autumn, the scorching sun is still as hot as fire.

The guards of Toru City were like wilted leaves, bowing their heads one by one, doing nothing. Even if someone wanted to tell a joke or two, the laughter was quickly extinguished in the sultry air.

Such a day is not suitable for standing guard, but for playing in a stream that is not deep - if the water of the stream is too deep, for the dwarves who are not very tall, safety is a problem that cannot be ignored when playing in the water.

At this moment, a caravan slowly headed towards the city of Toru. When they reached the gates of Toru, the dwarven warriors stepped forward and stopped the caravan.

"We're going to Bilmai City to deliver food. The owner of the caravan bowed his head and bowed to the soldier and said, "Here are fifteen carts of wheat, which were purchased by the elders of the dwarven clan. ”

"How many people are in your caravan? More than thirty people are not allowed to enter. The dwarven warrior said, glancing at the number of guards, which was not small.

"There are no thirty, absolutely no thirty, we only have twenty-three. You know, food is not worth much, but it's easy to get robbed, so I had to hire some mercenaries. But in Laco City, I also heard that there is now a law restricting the number of people entering Toru City, so I just hired a few mercenaries. As you know, my fifteen carriages also need fifteen men to be coachmen. The caravan owner explained.

The dwarven soldier nodded, "Come and register." It's really weird, there are more and more people coming lately, and I don't know why. ”

Bunian came back with thirty Terrans, Mosley and his party forty or fifty Terrans, and two other caravans, also thirty men each. In the recent past, there have been about one hundred and fifty people in the Terrans who have entered the Kanmei Hills, which is really a lot.

The dwarven soldiers led the caravan master to a small room where the captain of the dwarven soldiers was seated. The caravan owner repeated his needs, and handed the captain the dwarven elder's certificate, and accompanied the captain to inspect the carriage, and sure enough, as the elder's certificate said, it was fifteen carts of grain.

The captain returned to the hut and handed a twenty-three person access pass to the caravan owner: "This access pass is only valid for one month, and you must return it when the time comes." ”

"Thank you, Master Bing, I will definitely return on time. The owner of the caravan took the access card and happily returned to the convoy: "Eddie, let's go." ”

A young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old heard him and shouted loudly, "All right. ”

The whip sounded, the wheels turned, and the convoy slowly entered the city of Toru like a python. (To be continued.) )