"Patriarch Hood has been assassinated. Picole wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Picole, it's not good to lie. Carol's thousand-year-old face finally showed a hint of fluctuation.

"Is there any good for me to lie to you?" Picole also became anxious, his brows furrowed, and when Carol's words filtered through Picole's mind, Picor's brain suddenly cleared up a lot, "Wait, you mean you don't know about this?"

"I've been resting, how would I know about this?"

"Does Mr. Mosley know about this?" Picole was very dissatisfied with Carroll's cold expression, but now was not the time to worry about such trivial matters.

"There's no way he's going to know. Moseley is still resting. What the hell are you trying to say? You can't doubt what we're doing, are you?" Carol's gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, like a thousand sharp knives, passing through Picole's side.

Picole couldn't help but shiver, cold sweat soaked through his clothes, his body seemed to be hollowed out, and he was supported by a weak will to prevent him from falling.

"How...... How could it be...... I'm ...... Unconditionally believe in Lord Moseley. Picole gritted his teeth and uttered the words.

"Well, that's fine. Wait a minute, and I'll go over and ask Mr. Moseley what he thinks. Don't worry, the assassination of Patriarch Hood is a big deal, and Mr. Moseley should meet with you. ”

Picole only felt a dark shadow flash in front of him, and Carol's figure had disappeared.

"Isn't it really Moseley?" Picole stared blankly, his hands gripping the doorframe so tightly that he didn't sit on the floor.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and Carroll appeared in front of him again, and Picole sat down with his legs limp.

"Can you please stop coming out like this? Picole looked pained.

Carroll did not reply to Picole's words: "Mr. Moseley has decided to see you, please come with me." ”

Holding his hips, Picole limped into the long aisle with Carroll.

"By the way, Mr. Moseley is very unhappy right now. Carroll reminded.

"Yes, no one could have imagined that such a thing would happen at the most critical time of the plan. Picor whispered.

"I hope you will tell me briefly and briefly as soon as possible, I don't think Mr. Carroll has the patience to listen to you tell you slowly. Carroll reminded again.

"Yes, I see, thanks for the reminder. For the first time, Picole felt that the ice wasn't all that annoying.

At the end of the corridor is a large gilt door, and the pitch-black background sets off the golden pattern to set off the gorgeous luxury.

Picole pushed open the door, and the large hall looked like a palatial palace, with golden light shining in all directions. Picole looked around and found that he didn't see Moseley, and looked at Picole in confusion: "What about Mr. Moseley?"

"Sir, he's just gotten up now, he's still washing his face, you take a little rest, he'll come later. ”

Picole was very reluctant to wait, after Hood's attack, time was far more precious than the value of the gold coins, he took great risks to escape from the scene of the accident, and if others found out that he was not by Hood's side when Hood was at his worst, he could be caught by others because of this incident. However, this was Moseley's mansion, and even if he was not satisfied, he could not find any other way but to wait.

Just as Picole was thinking, there was a sudden knock on the door to the second floor. Picole hurriedly looked up, and Mosley walked out of a room on the second floor with a tired face.

Picole immediately stood up from the couch and bowed to Moseley, "Hello, Mr. Moseley. ”

Moss glanced at Picol with the roll of his eyes, and Picollet suddenly felt a piercing cold.

"You're here. I heard that Hood died?" Moseley grew his mouth and yawned.

"No, the patriarch was just attacked. Picol said.

"Is he dead?" asked Moseley.

"I don't know...... As soon as he was attacked, I came to inform you. ”

"Really, the news is really timely. But, Mr. Picole, if you were working under me and passed me such rough news, I might have killed you. ”

While Moseley's words may sound like a joke, Picole is not stupid enough to ignore the existence of such words. However, when he thought about it, Picole also felt that it was indeed too reckless to rush over without inquiring about the situation.

"I'm just talking casually, don't care. Okay, come on, what do you know?" Moseley collapsed down the last flight of stairs, his fat body swaying from side to side like a lazy bear. "Bear" slowly moved to the couch opposite Picol and crouched down.

Picole's mind was not on Moseley's clumsiness, and he lowered his head and began to recount the story.

"It's really strange to hear you say that. It's not you, and I know all about it, so who else would kill Hood?" Mosley frowned.

Picol was like a helpless child at this time, at a loss, completely unaware of what to do.

"Now that all the power in Bill Mai City is in the hands of Hood and me, how can anyone do it?" said Picole, almost crying.

"It doesn't have to be the power of the dwarves, either. Mosley mused.

"What do you mean?" asked Picole.

"Don't you think that the number of Terrans in Bilmai has increased lately?" asked Moseley.

"It's a little bit. But ......," Picole stole a glance at Mosley, and muttered quietly, "aren't all your mercenaries back? That's nearly two hundred?"

"Are you a pig's brain? Isn't it for you that my mercenaries are back? Besides, there are only about two hundred of my men in the middle, but lately, there are three or four hundred more people in Bilmer City than usual. Moseley said.

"You're saying it's the other Terrans who did it?" Picole surprised.

Moseley nodded, "That's what I meant. ”

"They are really hateful to these people. But, Mr. Moseley, if what you say is true, you can't find the murderer?" said Picole, looking frustrated.

"Is your thinking really strange, or are you dwarves like this, thinking of inexplicable things?" Mosley said, a look of disdain on his face. (To be continued.) )