Something happened to happen, and this celebratory banquet, which was originally nearing the end, naturally came to an end.

Of course, the eldest prince will not stay to investigate the case, and the same is true for the nobles. Even if they wanted to stay and watch the excitement of the Oglair family, or if they had any other plans, but now that there were dead people in the capital after all, they were still an empty-level master, and everyone was inevitably worried in their hearts, and they would inevitably be affected by the fish in the pond, so they naturally didn't dare to go to this troubled water.

So a short time later, except for Duke Mitchell and other members of the Ogliel family, as well as those who were designated by the Grand Prince to stay behind to coordinate the investigation, all the nobles hurriedly drove out of the theater under the escort of the family guards who arrived in a hurry.

A lively and grand banquet came to an end. Of course, looking at Duke Mitchell's face full of resentment and the anger of the eldest prince leaving with his sleeves brushed up, everyone knew that Wensling's death would not end so simply, on the contrary, it was just the beginning, and in the next period of time, the situation in the capital city, which was not very stable, would definitely make waves again......

After half ringing, the theater opens the hall.

"Captain Boris and Deputy Captain Bernie of the Second Hall Garrison Dragoon Brigade ......" paused, looked at the strange nobles in front of them, and simply bowed and saluted, "I've seen all of you." ”

An old nobleman with a white beard, who was designated by the Grand Prince to stay behind when he left, asked in a cold voice, "Sir Wensling died in the patrol area of your brigade?"

This sounded like a direct inquiry, but when Boris heard this, his expression was immovable, and he nodded calmly: "According to our judgment, yes." The location is to be in a laneway near Baker Street. ”

"Damn! how are you patrolling the Garrison Department......"

The voice did not fall. "Duke Mitchell!" the white-haired old nobleman frowned and interrupted Mitchell's roar as he couldn't hold back his anger. Hypothetical pressure on the palm. "Calm down for a moment, anger doesn't solve anything. I'll report to the eldest prince later, so please wait until I'm done asking the whole question,"

Looking at Mitchell, who was sitting back in anger, the white-haired old nobleman turned his head and asked again, "I heard that you killed a suspect?"

"Yes, sir. It was a mole...... Forehead. It's an Assassin, and we found him near the alleyway. I was about to ask him about his identity, but when he saw us, he turned and ran, very fast. Only I and the vice-captain Bernie were able to catch up, and then we fought each other, and he was very strong, and we had to pay some price to kill him on the spot. Touching the bloody cloth wrapped around his abdomen, Bowis replied with a look of luck on his face.

"Since you say the Assassin is the suspect, do you think he had anything to do with Sir Weinsling's death?"

"Yes. ”

"You fart!" Mitchell couldn't help but rant forward again, "I know what your Garrison Department is trying to do. I tell you, this time you don't want to fool the past. ”

Bowes frowned: "Your Excellency......"

Pointing at Bernie, "Answer me, what level of fighting have you reached with him?"

"Uh, the pinnacle of seniority. "This is almost the limit of the realm that can be cultivated without a good Douqi Method. Of course, with the rich and excessively rich fighting experience of Boris and Bernie, ordinary ground-level beginner martial artists may not really be their opponents.

"Ha, don't you hear it, it's just a high-level pinnacle...... Joke! How can you two high-ranking martial artists who can kill assassins with a few injuries be able to assassinate my son who has an empty realm!

Bowis rolled his eyes when he heard this, and he was interrupted and questioned three times and twice, which annoyed him. What's wrong with your son's empty-level realm, high strength and low combat power, there are more fools who capsize in the gutter...... Uh, wait, your son?

The white-haired old nobleman frowned, and finally spread his hands to introduce the two of Bowes: "This is Duke Mitchell, the father of the victim Wencelin. ”

If you lose your son in old age, then there is nothing to say. Bernie sniffled, resisted the urge to sneeze, and patiently explained, "Lord Duke, we didn't fool you, and we didn't have the guts. These are all ...... that can be investigated"

Of course, Mitchell, who was furious, didn't have time to listen to any explanation, so he waved his hand and asked, "If you can investigate, why did you have to kill that assassin?" Now that the clue is broken, how can we investigate?"

This is unreasonable, if you can capture them alive, who is willing to kill them as soon as they come up? In other words, you can't let the other party kill them who are tied up in order to be captured alive.

Bernie was patient and continued to explain, "Lord Duke, we didn't know that your son had been killed, and we just treated him as if he were an ordinary assassin. In addition, the opponent's strength is really not weak, and we are not sure of it, so this is ......"

"I know who the Assassin is. "Although he is dead, I am familiar with his shooting habits, weird assassination style, etc...... I'm 90% sure of his identity!"

"Huh?" Mitchell and the white-haired old nobleman couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this, and then asked with great joy, "Who is he?"

"It's supposed to be people from the gray space, I dealt with them when I was in the north. Bowes's tone was extremely affirmative. However, Mitchell and the two looked at each other when they heard this, but they were both at a loss, "What is the gray space?" With their status level and the living environment that has never left the south of the capital all year round, it is normal that they have not heard the name of the gray space. What's more, the gray space, like someone, is used to keeping a low profile......

"An Assassin organization in the North, similar to the Bounty Hunters' Guild. Although there is no actual evidence, they are inextricably linked to the Grey Army. After a pause, Bowes looked at the two Mitchells, who were still dazed, thought for a moment, and said, "The two adults should have heard the name Donn, right?"

Don ...... The wanted criminal?" I have to say, although Don tried his best to keep a low profile, his name was already a thin reputation on the continent of Xize. Especially in the Bran Empire, especially after the Temple of Light joined forces with the Empire and hung his wanted portrait all over the Empire, there was a lot of commotion.

Bowes nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it's the wanted criminal." The Gray Space, an assassin organization, was founded by him. ”

After a pause, he turned his head to look at Mitchell, who didn't know what to think of, with a stunned expression, "According to the intelligence information we have gathered, Sir Wenceling and Don are not on good terms, and can even be called enemies. Combined with the Assassin from the Grey Space, we have reason to infer ......"

"He killed him...... It was Don who killed Winslyn......" Mitchell muttered in a dejected whisper, of course he knew the enmity between his son and Don, you must know that just half a year ago, Winslin also took the family master and several royal court worshippers to kill Donn, but the result failed, and Winslin also returned seriously injured.

The eyes of the white-haired old nobleman on the side flashed, and although he didn't say anything, he already agreed with Bowes's guess in his heart. Because he has an extremely close relationship with the eldest prince, he still knows about the affairs of the temple...... Although it is not very clear, it can be inferred from this that it is highly likely that Tang En will appear in the capital right now. In this way, it is normal to come and seek revenge on Winslin.

And think about it the other way around, an assassin who can have the strength to hit Winsling's eyebrows right in one blow and kill with one blow. Aside from Donn, there really aren't many in this world......

There is a motive for assassination, and there is the strength of matching, and there is the clue of the gray space assassin. All the evidence points to the guy named Donn.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the white-haired old nobleman who felt that the situation had become complicated sighed and asked, "Is there anything else you have discovered?"

"Yes!" just asked casually, but Boris took out a blood-stained sheepskin from his bosom with great solemnity and handed it over, "Your Excellency, please look at this." ”

Stunned for a moment, the white-haired old nobleman subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, and then looked down at the messy lines drawn on the sheepskin, as well as the various simple graffiti that looked like houses, and couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"Map! Map of the assassination operation from that assassin!" "Bowis looked solemn, "I once saw a famous painting depicting the Shrine Headquarters, albeit only a corner of the Terrain Structure...... Well, I'm not sure to be sure, so I'll bring it and ask you to take a look. ”

"How could it be...... "With the identity of this white-haired old nobleman, of course, he has the qualifications to land on the island and enter the temple association, although the number will not be too many this time, but it is enough for him to leave a vague impression." And now looking at the simple sheepskin map in front of him, and then comparing the vague memories in his mind, the white-haired old nobleman's body shook wildly, and the more he looked at it, the paler his face became, and even his palms were trembling, "This, this, this, this...... Is it really a map of the temple council?"

"This bastard, what does he want to do-Duke Mitchell, come and see, is this the map of the temple association?!"

Also frowning and observing the meeting, Mitchell opened his mouth and touched the parchment in a daze: "This is the bishop's hall...... This is the corridor...... There is also a fountain of blessings...... This...... This is the General Assembly of the Temple!"

"And where is this place?" asked Bowes, pointing to the point where the lines on the parchment map converged, marked with a red X.

"It's ...... A prayer ashram dedicated to the Pope's daily meditation and communication with the gods?"

"That's right, it's the Pope's prayer ashram!"

"Uh...... Is it difficult, is it ......" Mitchell and the white-haired old nobleman both thought of something, but their lips kept trembling, but they couldn't speak, and they didn't dare to speak.

There was silence for a moment, and finally it was Boris who licked his lips and said the answer unusually dry: "It turns out ...... He's going to assassinate the Pope......"

"He, he, he...... He dares!"

"My lord, although I don't want to admit it, but think about what he did before, and then think about the reason why Lord Sword God was injured...... He really dares!"

“...... I'm going to enter the castle at once and meet His Royal Highness the Grand Prince! Damn, where are the people, hurry-"

............ (To be continued......)