Byrne rushed over the moment Ritter fell.

When he raised his hand to check and didn't notice his breathing, the tall sword instructor's face changed.

And the swordsmanship students around were even more chaotic.

"Coach Ritter is dead!"

"Call the police! Call the police! ”

In the panic, a few students were quite calm and immediately ran out.

The Desi coach ran over and stared at Arthur viciously.

"What did you do?"

"Why kill Ritter!"

The voice was high-pitched and full of questions.

In an instant, it attracted the attention of everyone present, and even the hostess, who had just run from the front, looked at Arthur with a look of disbelief.

And Arthur, who was watched by everyone, only sighed slightly in his heart.

He lamented the luck mixed with his bad luck.

It is clear that he was involved in a murder.

It's terrible, but luckily, his name will once again be known to the people of Nanloth, and Arthur thought that he wouldn't have any extra XP for a long time to come, at least until the 'Sword Tournament' begins, but he didn't expect to meet it now.

Almost instinctively, Arthur looked at Desi in front of him.

Unlike Bourne and Ritter's strong and young, Desi is at least forty years old, not only bald on the top of his head, but also gray on his temples, and deep crow's feet at the corners of his eyes.

And at this moment, because the other party glared at him, the crow's feet exploded, a bit like a fried chicken.

The other party's gaze and expression did not hide their anger.

It seems that he killed Ritter.

"Say, why!"

The other party scolded angrily again, and moreover, he still held the hilt of the practice sword tightly.

It was as if he wanted to draw his sword and kill him.

And Arthur subconsciously thought: I want to cover up!

The scene of thieves shouting to catch thieves is too common!

Of course, it is not excluded that the other party is carried away by anger.

Arthur wasn't sure what kind of situation the other party was in, but he knew what he should do.

Raise your hand, push hard, and pump hard.

Syllable!

The powerful slap made the Desi coach spin in a circle.

"You ......"

Syllable!

Coach Desi, who had just stood still, was about to say something again, but was slapped with a backhand by Arthur.

slapped twice in a row, which directly stunned the Desi coach.

And after seeing Coach Desi standing stunned in place, Arthur spoke.

"Calm down?"

Arthur seemed to ask, but he didn't give the Desi coach a chance to speak, so he continued: "Although Ritter and I were just having a sword competition, we were at least about a meter apart, and our wooden swords didn't touch each other, how could I kill someone?" ”

Arthur said as he reproduced the scene to everyone.

He didn't even look at the Desi coach during the whole process, as if he hadn't even wanted to explain it to the other person just now.

Because, Arthur knows very well that once he explains to the other party, it is entangled.

Whether the other party is a murderer who wants to cover up, or an innocent person who is carried away by anger, he will be pulled into the vortex of self-proof.

Self-certification is not so easy.

He didn't have the determination to cut open his belly and let people see how many bowls of jelly.

So, he chose to do it his own way.

The effect is not bad.

The students who had recovered from the impact of the dead nodded their heads.

"Yes, that's right."

"Coach Ritter just went down to the ground with a convulsion."

"The two really didn't touch just now."

The students began to agree with Arthur's statement.

However, the Desi coach clearly disagreed.

"Hu ......"

Syllable!

Arthur, who thought he was not good at words, once again stopped this nonsense with his actions, and looked at Coach Bourne very seriously.

"Coach Bourne, please take this gentleman to the lounge to rest, he has been stimulated too much, and it is not suitable to stay here now."

"Okay."

Byrne, who had a bit of honesty in his personality, immediately nodded.

And as Bourne dragged Desi to the side of the lounge, Arthur, who was not good at words, spoke again.

"As an elderly swordsman, he is confused in the face of a dead person, and he is not as good as the young man on the side."

The voice of the voice is neither high nor low, emphasizing the three words 'elderly', 'swordsman', and 'messed up'.

After hearing this, the already young swordsmanship students around him subconsciously looked at Desi's back.

Desi, who had already walked to the lounge, clenched his fists, and looked like he wanted to turn around and fight with Arthur, but was dragged in by Bourne.

This appearance confirmed what Arthur had just said, and disappointed several swordsmanship students around him.

Arthur felt a little pity.

The Bournes are so good.

If Bourne doesn't hold the other party, he will definitely give the other party another slap.

What's even more a pity is that there are too many people here, otherwise, he would have killed the other party directly.

Who made him a man of few words?

There is no way, it can only be done more.

Not far away, Amy looked at Arthur with a lot of brilliance in her eyes.

It didn't mean anything else, except that the girl from the countryside of South Los felt relieved that Arthur had just slapped him.

She also wants to learn.

The students around were much simpler, and they began to guess Arthur's true identity.

Able to defeat Bourne easily.

On the premise of being able to face the dead, he slapped Desi three times in a row.

This is definitely not the average person.

Some believe that he was a wandering knight with great swordsmanship, others believed that he was the son of a great merchant, and still others believed that Arthur was the son of a nobleman.

There were all kinds of guesses, but none of them were right.

Until—

"It's you?!"

When Maltz and two patrol officers arrived at the training ground on the first floor of the 'Joel Chok Sword Club', he saw Arthur at a glance.

Suddenly, the soon-to-be-retired third-class police officer felt his temples swell.

Maltz, who wants to enjoy his retirement, doesn't want to be associated with a seemingly troublesome character like Arthur.

Therefore, after returning yesterday, I quickly classified the 'murder of the evil spirit Lauk' into the 'murder of Sheriff Lauk' and handed it over to a special person to be responsible.

And he?

Naturally, I will continue to wait for retirement.

But who knows, I ran into Arthur again early this morning.

Moreover, it's still a homicide!

'Trouble! Sure enough, it's a big problem! ’

'Shouldn't I change districts?' ’

Maltz kept thinking about it, but he had to bite the bullet and come over.

This is not the time of the sheriff.

After the passage of the new law three years ago, every police officer must be cautious in the face of such murders, otherwise the consequences will be extremely serious - this is the case normally, but it is often not normal.

However, he is about to retire, but it is different.

He is a rare normal condition.

One is not good, not only is the pension gone, but it also has to be implicated.

"Mr. Officer, do you recognize this gentleman?"

Among the already curious swordsmanship students, after hearing Maltz's words, someone immediately asked.

"Of course!"

"You should know this gentleman, he's famous—

'Medium' Arthur. Credos! ”

Maltz, who didn't want to get into trouble, did everything he could to compliment Arthur.

The people around them all inhaled in surprise when they heard Arthur's name.

Hiss!

At the same time, a malicious gaze locked onto Arthur.