At night, close to the early hours of the morning, the snow over the capital finally slowed down.

After three or four hours, the banquet at the theater in the city is about to come to an end.

As mentioned earlier, this is just a small celebration banquet, after all, the crown has not really been worn on the head of the eldest prince, so it is naturally not appropriate to stay up all night and celebrate in the city. Celebrate a little, taste it, and low-key character is king.

Of course, it's like the unspoken rule that the big guys are always the last to come when they appear. When it was time to officially leave the scene, it was natural to let the bigwigs go first. This is not entirely the work of the sense of privilege, but the main thing is the actual need. After all, the arrival of the big men also symbolizes the official start of the banquet, and it is not good to wait for those who come later. The same is true for leaving, with these big shots in person, the people below will not let go. The young men and women who came with hunting, glamorous and stealing love were even more reluctant in their hearts, and they wished to send these big men away early......

Well, without further ado. The biggest figure in the current field is naturally none other than the eldest prince who is about to ascend the throne and be crowned. So, when the eldest prince drank the last glass of wine in his hand, everyone in the audience got up and gathered in understanding, raised the wine glass in their hands together, and wanted to send the eldest prince to leave first...... But at this moment, the door at the entrance was suddenly pushed open, and several figures rushed in.

All the nobles subconsciously turned their heads to look, and they couldn't help but be stunned. Among these figures are the theater guard, a family guard, and a slightly chubby familiar figure, who is the director of the capital security department.

Something went wrong?

Seeing the sweaty head of the garrison come to the side of the eldest prince and whisper anxiously with an old nobleman with a high status, all the nobles in the audience couldn't help but sigh in their hearts. Subconsciously the secret path is not good.

Then. "What—what did you say? Say it again!" a roar of shock rage resounded through the hall. Hearing the sound, everyone's figure subconsciously turned again, and they saw an old nobleman dressed in a gorgeous robe and wearing a long curly wig, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at the guards beside him in disbelief, as if he was about to eat people.

"Duke Mitchell?"

"Something happened to the Oglare family?"

"Hehe, is there another bandit breaking into their family manor?"

I have to say that since the news of Wensling's betrayal and assassination of his brother came out, the Oglaire family has gone forever on the road of pulling hatred. The reputation is completely stinky. It is estimated that it will not be a few years before I can slow down. And now looking at the current patriarch of the Oglaire family, the ugly look of the Grand Duke Mitchell, the nobles were surprised and could not help but secretly gloat.

But before the taunts could spread, they all turned to shock as the guards reciprocated.

"Master Wensling...... Assassinated!"

After pedaling and pedaling, once again making sure that he had heard correctly, Duke Mitchell took a few steps back as if struck by lightning, and his old body was like a willow in the wind.

There was an uproar, and the atmosphere in the field also rose instantly. The nobles looked at each other. couldn't help but be shocked and discussed.

As mentioned earlier. Wen Silin, who was born in the sword god lineage, has no doubt about his attainments in strength. So although there are countless people in the capital who are not ashamed of Wencelin's character and hope that he will die on the streets one day, everyone knows that it will be difficult to successfully assassinate Wencelin. But now, this seemingly impossible idea has suddenly come true......

Of course, shock is shock, and that's not the point now. After all, the world is big, there are many masters, and Wen Slim is not his previous master Wu Ding, and he can't be the number one in the world in name only, so it is not unacceptable to be assassinated once.

The point now is that Winslin, and even the Ogler family, have made it clear that they have taken their side with the Grand Prince, and now they have been lightly assassinated, still in the Imperial Capital, or at a sensitive time when the Grand Prince is holding a celebratory banquet for the upcoming coronation...... Speaking seriously, this is clearly slapping the eldest prince in the face!

Thinking about the inside story, the nobles looked at the big prince who was instantly gloomy after getting the news, and their hearts couldn't help but tighten. At this moment, the crumbling Duke Mitchell suddenly pushed aside the support beside him, trembled his arm and pointed somewhere, and roared violently, "Philip—did you do it?"

"No, it must be you! You were the one who prevented my son from entering the theater...... That's the idea, it's murder, it's murder, it's a calculated murder!"

In the echoing roar, all the nobles were stunned when they heard this. Everything is afraid of the cause by effect, not to mention that this matter is not complicated, the brief conflict between Philip and Wensling outside the theater door before is clear to everyone present. In this way, the logic of not letting Wenslin enter the theater and taking the opportunity to assassinate him outside makes sense and makes sense. However, when everyone looked at the person concerned along Duke Mitchell's arm, they couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake their heads,

"Huh? who...... Who's calling my name?" Philip, who was hunched on a wooden table full of food on the side of the hall, looked up blankly, his face flushed and drunken, "isn't it...... Uh, looking for me for a drink? Isn't it...... Come on, ......."

While shaking his head and trying to stay awake, Philip staggered to grab the wine glass on the table, and finally succeeded after grabbing it a few times, but most of the wine in the glass had already been spilled. In the end, I didn't know who I was toasting to, and I looked up and took a sip, but I was very happy......

There is no explanation, but Philip's drunken cat appearance is the best explanation. A noble lady frowned and looked at Duke Mitchell, and couldn't help but argue: "Lord Duke, we regret Wencelin's death, and we can understand your mood at the moment. But it had nothing to do with Sir Philip, who had been in the hall all night, and all who were present could attest to how he could have gone out to assassinate Vincelyn?"

"That's right, we can testify. ”

"The Duke's words are so unreasonable, Sir Philip stayed with us at the beginning of the banquet, and then kept looking for people to drink, and there was no time to assassinate Winsling......"

"Yes, we all saw it. Could it be that the Duke thinks that everyone present is blind and is giving false test......

......

At this moment, the charm of Philip's imperial capital is undoubtedly revealed, and all the noblewomen and noble ladies are full of righteous indignation and rush to stand up and testify, and the meaning of protecting the shortcomings is obvious.

Duke Mitchell obviously didn't expect this rhythm of public anger, his old face was blue and white for a while, and he was suffocated back several times when he opened his mouth, and he almost didn't hold his breath directly, and finally he could only roar with his green neck high: "He can send someone!"

"And who did he send? Did you see it with your own eyes, Lord Duke?"

"I ......"

"I don't see it. In that case, how can you assume that Sir Philip did this?

Never try to argue with a woman, that's the truth. And even more terrifying than this truth is trying to argue with a group of women.

Duke Mitchell obviously didn't realize this, or failed to recognize his strict nature, so after failing to say a few words, the gorgeous and beautiful was directly killed in seconds, and Xiangjin was instantly defeated in the middle of the flight...... The state was so miserable that even the eldest prince on the side couldn't stand it, and gave a helping hand.

"Alright, alright. The duke was speechless for a while, everyone don't be impatient, don't be impatient, don't be impatient......" and a group of smiling male nobles persuaded a few words one after another, which stabilized the scene a little. Immediately, the eldest prince frowned and looked at the slightly chubby head of the garrison who was constantly wiping cold sweat, "Have you found Wencelin's body?"

"Yes, found in Sir Winsling's own carriage. The only fatal wound is at the center of the eyebrows, a knife in the middle, the opponent's assassin is definitely a master. The murder was committed about three hours earlier, and the location of the murder was supposed to be in an alley on Baker Street. ”

"Where's the murderer?" asked Duke Mitchell, who had recovered his strength.

"This ......" hesitated, the head of the garrison department had cold sweat on his forehead and replied stubbornly, "The incident happened suddenly, Sir Wensling's body was just discovered here, and I haven't gone to the place of the incident to investigate carefully, and I haven't had time to summarize and analyze all kinds of news...... It takes time to establish the identity of the murderer. ”

After a pause, he secretly glanced at the eldest prince, whose face instantly became gloomy, and the head of the garrison didn't even have time to wipe the cold sweat, so he hurriedly said, "But now there are clues, the dragoon brigade patrolling the incident area has found a suspect, and then killed the other party on the spot......"

"Who is the suspected murderer?"

"Well, yet, I haven't had time to ask ......."

"Waste! What are you doing standing here stupidly, why don't you go and call someone in the know!"

"Yes yes yes ......"

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