Faced with the request of Ansetus.

The old bachelor named Ignageo was not surprised.

"Xingyue will tell you the answer."

He nodded, and then crouched down and pulled the linen from Haward's body.

Ignoring the stinking blood scab, he carefully examined it.

The corpse's abdomen was almost chopped to pieces.

Thin abdominal muscles, fascia, and subcutaneous fat can't stop the sharp slash at all.

The internal organs are widely exposed, and there are also cut marks.

According to Bluestar's account of the structure of the human body, the location of Inagio's examination is mainly between the umbilicus and the infra-abdominal area.

The organs in this area are the large and small intestines, spleen, stomach, and pancreas.

He looked for clues in large patches of blood clots and intestinal digest.

The expression is calm and free, and the movements are skillful and light, apparently often dissecting various corpses.

After about ten minutes, the scene was filled with a strange smell of blood mixed with feces.

Haward's abdominal cavity was almost hollowed out, and various organs, especially the stomach and intestines, were removed.

The garrison officers in charge of the guard and the halberd soldiers all left the courtyard with a frown.

It doesn't matter if these soldiers kill people, monsters, or other intelligent races.

But to let them witness such a slow and meticulous dissection of the corpse, it would be completely different.

Ansetus tilted his head, only glancing occasionally, holding back his physical discomfort and waiting for the results of the examination.

Yusula's eyes were red, staring at her son's corpse, and she didn't miss a single glance.

Ophelia, on the other hand, sat farther away, her expression always cold and flat.

She had known for a long time that her father would bring in a bachelor for a check-up.

The truth about Harward's death.

Ursula knew, and she knew, that only her father, Ansetus, was the one who really didn't know.

Soon, Mr. Ignageo had completed the inspection.

He glanced at the young apprentice, who immediately brought the water and cloth towels that had been prepared in advance.

Soaking his withered hands stained with blood and dirt in a basin of water, Inagio spoke slowly.

"The child died of massive organ hemorrhage."

"The fatal injury was puncture of the abdominal aorta with a sharp object."

"There was a residue of betel fruit in the stomach, which is a hallucinogenic fruit that is popular among young people."

"The kidneys are a little atrophied, the flesh is weak, and they have not been strengthened by too much magic quenching."

"Later, those slashes in the abdomen may be torture, or maybe venting."

He scrubbed his hands in the basin of water and watched as the water slowly became cloudy.

I have to say that this guy still has a few brushes.

Most of the scholars love to delve into the truth,

They will draw models of magic and try to find out why magic is transformed into matter.

They will also study animals, plants, and minerals born in various magical environments.

Of course, deplaning is often carried out as well.

This includes, but is not limited to, humans and the various intelligent races of Naroa, as well as naturally born magical beasts, mutant poultry and livestock, and monsters!

During the all-out war more than two hundred years ago, the Scholars dismantled monsters to find their weaknesses.

At the same time, he tried to crack the way the monster used his magic power.

The latter failed, but the former was still successful.

The "Naroa Monster Weakness Guide" compiled at that time is still popular today.

Become the best apprenticeship manual for all major forces, countless adventurers, and mercenaries!

You must know that the natives of Naroa and the monsters have struggled for hundreds of years to gradually form the current pattern.

During this period, there were also several great wars, with highs and lows.

Compared with the ancient and passing era, in the past one or two hundred years, the war between the aborigines and the monsters can only be described as a stalemate.

Note that the year here refers to the year of Naroa.

If it is converted to the year of the Blue Star, it will be about doubled.

Imagio's words obviously did not satisfy Ansetus.

I saw him frowning and couldn't help but ask.

"Can you tell who the murderer is?"

As soon as these words came out, Ignagio stopped washing his hands and shook off the droplets.

"Mr. Ansetus."

"You know it's impossible."

"Unless you use forbidden necromancy..."

"But that's difficult, and if you know a little bit about history, you'll see that long before the monster came, Naroa's multi-ethnic coalition completely banned and eradicated necromancy."

"The Undead Scourge is not a joke, it is the devil's treasure box, the realm that mortals cannot touch!"

"Of course, it is said that there are still necromancers in this world, but only if you find and convince those spooky guys somewhere on the continent."

"And even necromancy doesn't necessarily reveal anything."

"You must know that most of the resurrected undead do not have intelligence, and even if they do, they are born after tomorrow."

The elderly bachelor shrugged his shoulders and said there was nothing he could do about it.

His words sent chills down Ansetus' heart.

But these are the truths.

He didn't give up, and he asked again.

"What kind of weapon did the murderer use?"

That's an easy question to answer.

The old bachelor Inagio, who had received the money, wiped the sweat on his face with a clean cloth towel and said casually.

"The weapon that caused the fatal wound could have been some kind of sharp cone about 21 inches long."

"The pygmy assassins of Park Island like to use this weapon."

"It's also possible that a metal spike of the same length, or even a standard arrow."

"The slash wound in the abdomen came from a sharp one-handed knife, and judging from the traces, the slashing force of the murderer was not too great."

At the mention of the arrow, Eusula jerked her head to look at Ophelia.

"It's her! That's her! ”

"Who doesn't know that this little* has inherited her elven mother's eyesight and archery!"

"Look at that blonde hair and upturned ears, it's so much like Shalon's* woman!"

Under the emotional outburst, Yusula insulted without words.

Ansetus scolded, with a deep voice in his throat.

"Shut up!"

"There are two archers in Moor's green leaves!"

"Even if Harward's fatal wound was caused by an arrow, it doesn't mean much."

"There are more people in the city who can use bows than there are bed bugs in the gutters."

"Moreover, I will not allow you to insult Shalon again!"

His voice was not high, but it echoed in the courtyard deeply, revealing a resolute and irrefutable meaning.

Ursula was silent, and she hid her malice back in her heart.

Then, Ansetus's tone softened again.

"My dear, Harward is my child too."

"I'm as distressed as you are."

"He would have inherited the glory of Axor and the Colchicum Merchant Order."

"But I don't believe his death had anything to do with Ophelia."

"Because my Harward won't be messing around with the mob of Moore Greenleaf."

"He's just a little naughty..."

Ansetus put his arm around Ursula's shoulders, not noticing the unnaturalness on his stepwife's face when he said, "Harward is my child too."

Ophelia was not surprised by the result.

Her father had guilt and a natural trust in her.

If you had to choose between Mor Green Leaf and her, Ansetus would definitely choose her.

And she also knew that in this matter, the most difficult thing to deal with was not her father.

Rather, it was Harward's biological mother.

The stepmother who is already vicious to the bone and bad to the point of pus.

If Harward's pre-death rhetoric is true, then the vicious Ursula is certainly not as simple as she appears.

It's a pity that since her mother's death, Ophelia has changed the focus of her life and rarely pays attention to household matters.

Perhaps now under the thriving surface of the Akso family, there are already many holes.

This was the end of Harward's death.

The old maester Inagio took his leave with a bulging purse and the young apprentice.

The corpses and organs were hastily stuffed back into the abdominal cavity, filled with straw, and taken by the garrison to the outskirts of the city for cremation.

In the end, the only thing that could return to the Axor family estate was Haward's burnt ashes.

……

At the same time, inside the workshop of the Blacksmiths Guild of Magdam.

The dwarf, Master Jensen Ironfurnace, was wearing a heat-insulated leather coat, staring thoughtfully at the several deformed copper-clad steel warheads in his hand.

After pondering for a moment, he looked up at the human blacksmith from the village of Potan in front of him.

"That's what you call the secret weapon?"

Don't look at Jensen Ironfurnace's height is not as good as a human, but his temperament is as hard as steel.

Although he speaks in a lingua franca, he has a thick accent.

The person who can be crowned with the title of master master is at least a third-level blacksmith, and in addition to the exquisite forging skills, the level of magic cultivation cannot be lower than the silver level.

Blacksmiths of this level can craft runic materials to create weapons or armor with magical effects.

For this reason, the high-ranking blacksmith is also known as the Iron Knight.

The human blacksmiths in Potan Village are only a first-class blacksmith who is slightly more skilled than the apprentice.

The relationship between the dignity and inferiority of technical titles is vividly reflected in the blacksmith industry.

"Yes, Master Jensen!"

"At that time, everyone in the village heard the sound of thunder, like the sound of a furnace exploding!"

"And the skyrocketing fire and smoke."

"The lame groom at the hostel said they had used a secret weapon."

"But that guy is an idiot, I can't tell why."

"These are the ones I picked up at the scene, and they should be the prototypes of those secret weapons."

The blacksmith from the village of Potan bowed and said.

I saw Jensen Iron Furnace pouting as he pinched the deformed warhead.

"The surface is just a layer of soft copper with extremely poor magic guiding ability, which can only attach magic elements and is easy to deform."

"The steel core inside is far inferior to the albaco."

"The associated ores of these orichalcum are far inferior in value to the former."

"Judging from your description, it is very likely that the other party used a magic musket."

"However, that thing has been shelved since it was designed more than a hundred and fifty years ago, and it was not until the past ten years that alchemy has made breakthroughs in magic energy and gunpowder technology, and it has begun to be equipped in major giant cities one after another."

"It stands to reason that it will not fall into private hands."

"And the projectiles of the magic musket are very expensive, and they are made of real oraldrite."

"Combustion propellants with magical powers are also expensive."

As a master master, the dwarven blacksmith Jensen obviously knew something more avant-garde.

With that, he dropped those warheads on the workbench.

Then he added.

"The other side may have used some weapon with a similar principle."

"You know, associations everywhere always come up with a lot of fancy creations every year."

"Including us!"

He buttoned his nostrils and raised his hand to the mountains of "prototypes" in the corners of the workshop.

The young blacksmith from the village of Potan nodded in agreement.

"Master is right..."

Dwarf Jensen knew what he wanted and waved his hand.

"Your message is worth half a load of black iron embryos."

"Go to the storehouse."

The blacksmith of Potan Village waited for his words, nodded hurriedly, and turned away to receive the reward.

Before he had taken a few steps, Jensen Ironforge lectured behind him.

"Usually remember to strike more iron, look at the thin calluses on your hands, even embroidered women are not as good!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the kid's answer, and muttered to himself.

"When will a projectile of soft copper-clad steel be able to penetrate a palm-thick rammed earth wall?"

"Could it be that new technology is emerging somewhere?"

"Looks like I'm going to have to take a run..."

"By the way, there's this thing."

As he spoke, he turned to look at a two-eight-bar bicycle parked next to the workbench.

Rubbing against the sturdy black lacquered pole, Jensen looked appreciative.

"Two days ago, I reported this thing to the Blacksmith Guild in Big City through the association's magic transmission."

"I didn't expect it to attract the attention of the Battlefield Quartermaster Department on the Western Front of the Kingdom."

"When the dawn comes, I'll have to run a caravan from Colchi's Western District."

……

Magtan City, the third circle of the West End.

In the courtyard rented by Chen Xuan.

Rebecca was sitting in the side room, consolidating her magic practice.

Her magic essence had gradually changed from a completely filled pale gray to a pure white.

This is a sign that she has officially entered the bronze rank, and her physique will continue to be tempered and strengthened.

The most important Bronze Grade Magic Element, both in terms of quality and quantity, will far surpass that of Black Iron Grade.

Little Nick sat beside her, trying to enter a state of emptiness.

When his body healed, he couldn't wait to pester his sister to come to the "Basic Demon Element Cultivation Method".

As soon as you read through, you will begin your practice.

However, little Nick's qualifications are average, and I'm afraid it will take a few Naroa days to feel empty.

Rebecca, who had completed a round of practice, slowly got up.

Endure the slight tearing pain in the lower body, and try to keep a steady pace out of the house.

Compared to the original shack in Stink Mouse Alley, the environment here is much better.

Recalling the fierce "battle" not long ago, the little cat lady still can't help but blush.

Even with her current physique, she would have to live at least three or four hours before she could fully regain her mobility.

So I'm afraid I can't test the speed now.

The main direction of her physical refinement is speed and reflexes.

The strength has also increased to a certain extent, but the magnitude is lower than that of the same level of demonic cultivators of other races.

Thinking of this, Rebecca walked to the corner of the courtyard, where a large bluestone was placed.

In Naroa, a lot of stone was used to build a city, build a house, and build roads, and almost always had one or two large stones in the courtyards of the houses in the city.

The stone is an irregular oval shape, about 80 centimeters at its longest end.

According to Bluestar's standards, a cubic meter of bluestone weighs between 2.5 and 3 tons.

The big bluestone in front of me is definitely not that big.

It is estimated to be only seven to one-eighth of a cubic meter.

I saw the little cat lady walk forward.

Hold the ends of the stone with both arms and lift it up with a deadlift with ease.

He paused for more than ten seconds, gasping slightly before putting it down.

Judging by the performance, she still hasn't done her best!

Even a man who can bench press 200 kilograms, let him carry a weight of 150 kilograms for more than ten seconds, he will definitely feel tired.

He can easily pick up a large bluestone weighing three or four hundred kilograms, and this level is enough to be placed in the blue star, which is comparable to those extreme strongmen.

Blue Star's deadlift world record is 501 kg.

The creator is a big man who is nearly two meters tall and weighs more than four hundred pounds.

And Rebecca is just a little cat girl who has just stepped into the bronze level and is known for her speed.

If you change to Iron Fist Dwarves, Greenskinned Orcs, Trolls, and so on, these races are known for their strength or size.

Their strength performance at the same level will be even stronger!

Not to mention anything else, even Chen Xuan, who is currently about 20% off the peak of the Black Iron Level.

His strength is already equivalent to those who have been working out for many years and casually bench press twice their body weight.

That's why you can carry Bai Ying away at will in KK Park like a dog.

The improvement brought by the magic element level is a qualitative change, and the strengthening of the body is still obvious.

And that's just the early days of the Bronze level.

The future is full of hope!

……

To prevent harmony, an * sign is inserted in some words

You can leave a message when you catch insects, and you will modify it in time after seeing it in the background.

(End of chapter)