Late at night.

House of Thrandis.

Lawson instantly sobered up and pricked up his ears to listen.

'Squeak~Squeak~Click! ’

An imaginary picture came to Rosen's mind.

Someone pulls the wooden bolt from the window, pushes it open, closes the window again, and then pushes the bolt back on.

"It's so late, hasn't the tutor slept yet?" Rosen was slightly curious.

But this is Thrandis's private life after all, and it may be that the windows are opened just to get the wind down, and it is not a big deal.

Rosen didn't pay any attention.

However, in this way, the drowsiness dissipated again, and he continued to review his knowledge of magic.

About half an hour later, the sound of the window opening and closing was heard upstairs again, followed by the voice of a woman talking.

Because of the thick wooden plank, the voice was very indistinct, and it was difficult to hear what was being said, but it was possible to distinguish two different voices, one of which seemed to be complaining.

Rosen's heart moved: "Crazy? ”

I pricked up my ears to listen, but the conversation disappeared again, and it didn't sound since.

But Lawson couldn't sleep at all, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

Soon, he thought of a possibility.

"The last time the window was opened, the tutor left the room. And the second time the window is opened, is the tutor back to the room? ”

As soon as this idea came to mind, another thought followed.

"The murder in the Seongnam Bazaar happened near the Thorrandis Hut. And the appearance of the mentor almost completely matches Shabolai's description of the murderer. Now she quietly goes out in the middle of the night. Is it .......?"

"No, it can't be, unless the mentor is still hiding a crazy third personality, she can never be a murderer."

For more than a week of getting along with each other, each other's every move, smile and smile kept coming to mind.

He didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who could hide so deeply that he could hide it from his gaze completely.

However, all kinds of coincidences are superimposed, and they can indeed make up the suspicion that they are not weak.

In the eyes of those close to him, this suspicion is naturally not worth mentioning, but in the case of strangers, such as sheriffs, it is enough to make him the subject of a key investigation.

Another thought popped into my head.

"Could it be that someone is trying to frame the mentor?!"

If this is the case, then there is a reasonable explanation for the teacher's unusual behavior.

She may also feel wrong, so she went out in the middle of the night to find out the truth.

Thinking about it this way, Rosen felt that this possibility was very high, much more likely than the possibility that the mentor was the murderer.

"Someone wants to frame the guru, what should I do?"

"The strength of the mentor is far stronger than mine, and the opponent of the mentor must also be strong. Now that she's aware that something is wrong, I'll assume that I don't know anything for the time being. ”

"Do you want to tell Uncle then?"

"It doesn't seem to be necessary. The tutor herself had many opportunities to tell the uncle, but she didn't say it, which means that there are her own considerations, so I naturally don't need to do much. ”

After some consideration, Rosen chose to remain silent.

He simply let his mind go and didn't think about anything.

Soon, the drowsiness came back to the upsurge, and then a deep sleep followed.

Nothing was said all night.

The next day, I woke up as scheduled, and after a busy day, I had breakfast with Thrandis.

During the banquet, Rosen took the opportunity to take a closer look at the other party, and saw that the other party's eyes were bright, his face was ruddy, and his complexion was excellent, without any trace of lack of rest.

"Maybe I didn't go out at all, I just opened the window to breathe."

He simply put away his doubts, and it was business as usual.

After breakfast, go to the Hound House to paint, and by the way, receive a fee for selling paintings.

Lately, he has been able to sell at least one painting a day, and each painting has brought him a huge income of as little as 10 or as much as 25 crowns.

According to Harrick, at least half of the paintings were bought by the same wealthy businessman.

That guy is a water trader, and he has more than a dozen big boats under his command, and he has a lot of money.

This person is lustful, but his taste is very tricky, and he can't find a satisfactory beauty in reality, so he pins all his enthusiasm on the virtual world of painting.

Lawson just listened to these things, and didn't think about the future development for the time being.

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't have time.

During this time, his mind was almost completely immersed in the world of magic.

While he was painting, Shabol returned.

When Rosen finished painting and went downstairs to rest, he saw him sitting alone at the table drinking with a gloomy face.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Xia Bolai was holding his breath, and immediately slapped the table with a look of hatred.

"It's been calm for a week, and last night something happened again! Two more died, and the death was very tragic! ”

Dead again last night?

Lawson's heart jumped slightly, and the abnormal movement on the second floor last night appeared in his mind.

He hurriedly asked, "Is there a clue to the murderer?" ”

Shabolai poured a large sip of wine, looking unwilling.

"Yes, not only clues, but I also saw the murderer next to the corpse!"

"She ran fast and was very familiar with the roads of the Seongnam Market, and I tried my best to catch up, but she still ran away!"

Rosen was a little surprised: "Uncle, you are a high-level samurai, she is even faster than you?!" ”

Xia Bolai sighed: "If it is only about running speed, she is naturally not my opponent. ”

"But she can do spells, she can fly, and she can float over a wall more than ten meters high, while I have to work hard to climb the wall. If you come and go, you lose it. ”

"I can fly! Uncle, can you see her face clearly? ”

Flying is quite mana-intensive, and being able to get rid of Shaporai's flying technique is definitely not slow, which shows that the murderer has quite strong mana.

Xia Bolai shook his head regretfully: "I have seen the front a few times, but her face is wrapped in a black cloth, and only a pair of eyes are exposed." The light was dim, and I couldn't see it clearly. ”

"However, the clues left by the clues of the last murder turned out to be completely correct, and it is indeed a plump woman."

"Hey, no, the back seems to be a little familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere."

Shapole clutched his head, lost in thought.

At this moment, a clear strange male voice came from outside the Hound House.

"Are you there, Mr. Shabolai?"

Shabolai raised his voice and shouted, "I'm here, come in." ”

Soon, a young man walked into the house of the hounds, and when he saw Shabolai, a faint smile appeared on his face.

Without waiting for Rosen to ask, Chabolai took the initiative to introduce.

"This is Olek, a bounty hunter and a wandering mage, who knows a few good spells. Although they have only known each other for a short time, they hit it off at first sight. ”

"During this time, we have been working together to catch the murderer."

He introduced Rosen to Olek, "Rosen, my little brother, is currently an apprentice in spells. ”

Olek smiled heartily: "I've been listening to Shapole talk about your deeds, and it's really an honor to finally see it today." ”

Rosen also stood up and greeted the other party.

"Uncle has a bold personality and is honest, and if he can be recognized by him, he must also be an upright gentleman. It's also a great honor to know you. ”

As he said these polite words, Rosen carefully observed the other person.

He was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, half a head taller than Chapole, with thick pale blonde shawl hair, azure eyes, very bright, three-dimensional facial features, extremely handsome face, and excellent skin condition, with no traces of vicissitudes common to ordinary mercenaries.

And when he laughed, the whole person seemed to be glowing, coupled with proper etiquette and gentle attitude, every move exuded a strong charm, which made people can't help but feel close.

Compared to him like this, the short, fat and black Shabolai is like a big black mouse.

Although Lawson is long past the age of judging people by their appearance, the contrast is really a bit big.

He couldn't help but suspect that Olek could become friends with Shabol in part because he wanted him to compliment his handsome face.

Because of the lack of time, and the fact that Shapole and Olek had been discussing the details of the murder, Rosen stayed for a while and then got up to leave.

Race all the way back to the Thrandis Hut, light a fire to cook, and then welcome the passionate Thrandis.

After a slightly awkward and hectic response, he finally coaxed her to the second floor to write her thesis, while Lawson began to wash the other party's change of clothes.

This was a matter of course, and Lawson had long been accustomed to it, and regarded it as a daily mana skill training class.

I washed and washed, but I found an unexpected situation.

When cleaning the cotton inner skirt, Rosen found that the skirt near the thigh was stained with some inconspicuous black stains.

'What is this?' ’

He pulled his inner skirt in front of his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was the black sludge that is often found on the streets.

That's weird! ’

If it is said that it is stained with mud when going out, it should also be stained with the outer skirt, and the inner skirt is stained on the hem of the skirt at most.

But now, the hem of the inner skirt and outer skirt are very clean, indicating that they are not going out.

But the place where the sludge should not be contaminated is stained.

Is this how it gets involved?

Rosen was lost in thought, and soon, he thought of a possibility.

When I went out last night, I must have changed into a night suit that is conducive to action. When I got back to my room, I changed out of my night clothes and put on my sleeping skirt again.

When changing, a trace of smudge on the outer garment accidentally got on the inner skirt, and the instructor did not notice.

In other words, the tutor did quietly go out last night.

And the somewhat familiar figure that Chapole found next to the corpse is most likely the mentor who happened to be also examining the murder scene.

Rosen sighed secretly.

"Mentor, mentor, no matter what, you must be careful."

I finally found a reliable tutor, but I only learned it for less than two weeks, but I don't want to be tossed again.