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It was the tall and thin deacon: "My lord, aren't you looking for a suspect, this, why is this?"

"These filthy things will only bring shame on the Holy See and should not continue to exist in this world. Throw the carcasses out of the city and put them on guard. If the assassination really has anything to do with them, then let the assassins come to me. Clarke's tone was cold, without a hint of emotion.

The tall and thin deacon had no choice but to wave his hand, and immediately walked out of the crowd behind him a few black-robed priests, began to dispose of the corpses, and cleaned the room.

"Where, you say, the heirs who have been born?" Clark continued.

Everyone bowed their heads, but no one answered.

Clark looked at the silent crowd and walked over to the group of black-robed priests who followed behind him, and the crowd slowly retreated, revealing the frightened little Reverend Martin.

He didn't stop, and continued to walk towards the poor man who had been frightened to the ground.

At this time, the elderly deacon spoke, "Lord Clark, take a slow step. Despite his tainted background, Pastor Martin Jr. has always been a good pastor and dedicated to the cause of the Lord. For the sake of him being the only descendant of Bishop Martin, spare him. ”

Clark stopped, but still stared at the little Reverend Martin, who was already limp on the ground, not knowing what he was thinking.

Little Pastor Martin was already frightened, and his ugliness was so bad that he was already wet between his legs, and his mouth just kept begging for mercy: "Don't kill me...... Please...... Don't kill me...... I'm willing to do anything, I'm very religious......"

He was like a madman, crying and begging, and suddenly, he was so blessed that he stopped shouting and shouted, "I have a clue! I know a person, he is suspicious!"

"Oh?" Clarke's tone was full of interest.

"It's Baron Leonardo of the city, he has a grudge against our family!" he ......," little Martin was eager to say what he thought.

But he was sternly interrupted: "Little Martin, don't bite indiscriminately! Baron Leonardo can't be the murderer!" After that, the old deacon turned to the expressionless inquisitor and said: "Lord Clark, we have investigated, Baron Leonardo has been outside the city at the time of the incident, it is impossible to assassinate him inside the city, and his strength is low, he has only recently become an official samurai, and he has no strength to assassinate at all." Please don't listen to this madman's slander. ”

Clark shook his head and said to little Martin, "What kind of enmity does he have with your family, you continue." ”

Affirmed by the legendary inquisitor, little Martin seemed to have endless courage all of a sudden, and he spoke louder: "I used to have a younger brother, he was very talented in martial arts, but he was bewitched, went to the battlefield, and was killed by the head of Leonard's family, in the name of military law. My father, Bishop Martin, also sent someone, and with a small trick, he ruined the Leonardo family. And the current head of the Leonardian family, the only surviving son of their family, must have hated my father to death, so he must be suspicious. ”

The old deacon was already furious, and roared: "Little Martin! Don't talk nonsense! Baron Leonardo has no strength to assassinate at all! It is impossible to assassinate your father! Master Clark, you don't know, this Baron Leonardo is a very weak man, very timid, after he learned about this family hatred, he didn't want revenge at all, but instead changed his tricks to send money to the church, begging Bishop Martin to let him go, and sent almost 300,000 gold francs back and forth. Moreover, he is now the son-in-law of the city lord, Count Marceau, and the count's daughter has come to the church to intercede, and this grievance has long been resolved. ”

"He is so rich, and he is still the son-in-law of the earl's family, so it is not impossible to spend money on an assassin. Martin Jr. retorted loudly.

"Don't mess around! Don't think I don't know your little thoughts, don't you just like Miss Sophie of the Earl's house, you are pure jealousy! Even if your father is still alive, you will never have a chance with an illegitimate son who cannot take the table. I am kind enough to intercede for you, you are so careless, if Baron Leonardo dies, do you think that the Earl's Court will marry Miss Sophie to you?

Just as the two were in the middle of an argument, a cold voice came, it was the voice of "Mercy" Clark: "Where is that Baron Leonardo now?"

"In the Earl!, he's in the Earl's Court in the middle of the city!" cried Martin frantically.

Clark turned his head and walked towards the door, his steps firm.

"No, Lord Clark, the Count Marceau's family is the lord of Luntu City, and they also have a deep relationship in Paris, so they can't kill the people of Marceau's family indiscriminately, so how can we preach in Luntu City in the future, for the cause of the Lord, can't ......" The old deacon's words were earnest, and his voice was sad, but Clark did not stop.

At this time, the tall and thin deacon stood up and persuaded in a loud voice: "If you kill the people of the Count Marceau's family, it is likely that the plan of the Patriarch of Richelieu will have an impact, and their family is likely to have a deep connection with the musketeers, please Lord Clark be cautious." ”

Clark paused and said lightly, "Oh, I'll pay attention." ”

Then he walked out of the building.

In the guest room of the Earl's Court, Zhang Ang was holding a stack of golden tickets and was full of joy, full of thoughts.

These 5-star "Eighteen Plates of Mount Tai" can be exchanged for 1 million gold francs, I don't know how much these 6-star "Finger Twisting Sword" and "Seven Wounds Fist" can be exchanged.

Well, I want to find a chance to have a good chat with Sophie, but I don't know if she is a swordsmanship academy or not, what if "Seven Wounds Fist" is not accepted.

At this time, Miss Sophie broke in, threw Zhang Ang a set of clothes, and said eagerly: "Hurry up and change your clothes, pack your things, and follow me!"

"Ah, let's go, where are you going?" Zhang Ang couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

"Go to the imperial capital!" Miss Sophie dropped the words, and left the room without looking back.

A small carved carriage had stopped outside the Earl's Court, and Miss Sophie was directing the guards and servants to carry the salute to the carriage.

At this moment, a man wrapped in a black cloak appeared at the end of the central street, and the figure seemed to vaguely flash a few times, and then suddenly crossed a long distance and appeared at the door of the Earl's Palace.

"Is this the Earl's Court, where is Baron Leonardo?"

"Who are you, what are you doing with Baron Leonardo?" asked Miss Sophie, as she walked out.

"My name is Clark, and I am a lowly servant of the Lord. The voice seemed very humble, but the momentum was terrifying, like an evil ghost who chose to devour people.

"Lord Clark, I am Sophie of the Marceau family, and I swear in the name of the entire family that Baron Leonardo is not the murderer of Bishop Martin. He was outside the city at the time of the incident, and he did not have the strength to assassinate, and his money flow was also under the control of our family, so it was impossible to buy a murderer. Please trust us, our family will do everything we can to help you catch the real murderer as soon as possible. I think the most faithful servants of the Lord should have the ability to discern right from wrong, and not let the innocent be wronged or the evildoers go unpunished. "Miss Sophie is not afraid of the strong momentum of the comer, and she talks eloquently and reasonably.

"The Meriful" Clarke, as if he hadn't heard anything, looked around, and then walked over to the crowd.

"Lord Clark, please stop!" Miss Sophie drew her sword from her waist, and the guard drew her blade.

Clark turned a deaf ear and just walked slowly.

The guards attacked.

But there seemed to be an invisible wall in front of them, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get close to the man wrapped in the cloak, and the weapons they threw slipped feebly on the invisible wall.

Miss Sophie screamed angrily, stabbed the sword in her hand, and stabbed forward, and a fierce sword aura flew towards Clark.

Clark just stretched out a hand, a big hand, and the flying sword qi fell apart and scattered in all directions.

Finally, Clark stood in front of the coward in the baronial gown, hiding behind the crowd.

And then there's a light punch.

The punch was not mighty, unpretentious, but lightning fast.

"Smack", this is the sound of a shattered skull.

A red, white liquid sprayed out and fell on the cluster of bright roses in the corner of the Earl's Court.