Ultimate Assassin System

2015-04-16

Changes happened, and this celebration that was coming to an end naturally came to an end. [

Of course the Eldest Prince will not stay to investigate the case, nor will the nobles. Even if they want to stay and watch the excitement of the Ogleir family, or have other plans, but now the capital is a dead person after all, and they are still Sky Rank experts. In the calamity of the pond fish, it is natural that I would not dare to swim in this muddy water.

A short while later, except for Duke Mitchell and other members of the Oglell family, as well as the people appointed by the Eldest Prince to stay and cooperate with the investigation, all the nobles rushed over. Escorted by family guards, they hurriedly drove away from the theater.

A lively and grand banquet ended with tiger's head, snake's tail. Of course, looking at Duke Mitchell's face full of resentment and Eldest Prince's anger as he walked away, everyone knew that Winslyn's death would not end so easily. On the contrary, it is just the beginning. In the next period of time, it will not be very stable. The situation in the capital city is bound to be turbulent again, and the undercurrent is surging...

After a while, the theater is empty.

"Second hall guards the dragon rider battallion Captain Bowen, Vice Captain Bernie..." After a pause, he looked at the unfamiliar aristocrats in front of him who had come from unknown titles, and simply bowed and saluted, He said, "I have seen you all."

An old aristocrat with hair and beard all white, who was previously designated to stay by the Eldest Prince before leaving, asked coldly, "Sir Winslyn Did he die in your battallion patrol area?"

This sounded like a direct questioning of guilt, but Bowen's expression was unmoved and calmly nodded: "According to our judgment, yes. Specifically. The location should be in an alley near Baker Street."

"Damn it! How did your police station patrol..."

The voice was not finished. "Duke Mitchell!" The white-haired old noble frowned, interrupting the roar of Mitchell who couldn't hold back his anger. Squeeze your palms. "Calm down for a while, anger won't solve any problems. I'll report to the Eldest Prince later, so please wait until I've finished my questions,"

Seeing Mitchell sitting back in anger, Bai The old nobleman turned his head and asked again, "I heard you killed a suspect?"

"Yes, my lord. That's a mole... um. It's an Assassin, and we found him near the alleyway. Yes. Just as he was about to ask his identity, he turned around and ran when he saw us, very fast. Only me and Vice Captain Bernie will be able to catch up, and then we played against him. He was very strong, and we also gave He was killed on the spot at some cost." Touching the bloody wound cloth wrapped around his abdomen, Bowen's face replied with a fluke.

"Since you say that Assassin is a suspect, do you think he was involved in Sir Winslyn's death?"

"Yes."

"You fart!" heard here. Mitchell couldn't help roaring forward again, "I know what your garrison wants to do. I tell you, you can't easily fool you this time."

Bowen frowned: "Sir..."

Pointing at Bernie, "Answer me, what realm did you and his Battle Qi get to?"

"Uh, Advanced Peak." This is pretty much the absence of a good Battle Qi Mantra After that, the realm limit that can be cultivated. Of course, with Bowens and Bernie's rich fighting experience, the average Earth Rank junior Martial Artist is not necessarily their opponent.

"Ha, did you hear that, it's just Advanced Peak...a joke! How could you two Advanced Martial Artists, Assassin, who can be killed with just a little wound, can assassinate my son who has Sky Rank realm? What is this not fooling?"

Bowen rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and he was also annoyed when he was repeatedly interrupted and questioned. What's wrong with your son's Sky Rank realm, high strength and low battle strength, there are too many idiots falling in the sewer... uh, wait, your son?

The white-haired old aristocrat frowned, and finally spread his hands for Bowen and the two introduced: "This is Duke Mitchell, the father of the victim Winslyn."

Old Lai lost his son, Then there is nothing to say. Bernie twitched his nose, held back his sneezing **, and explained patiently: "Lord Duke, we didn't fool you, and we don't have the guts. These are all things that can be investigated..."

Leaving Of course, the angry Mitchell didn't have time to listen to any explanation, and waved his hand directly and asked: "If you can investigate, why do you have to kill that Assassin. Now that the clues are broken, how can we investigate?"

This is not Makes sense, if you can capture it alive, who would be willing to kill you as soon as you come up? In other words, you can't just let the other party kill them who are tied up in order to capture them alive.

Bernie was very patient and continued to explain: "Lord Duke is like this, we didn't know that your son was killed at the time, we just treated the other party as an ordinary Assassin. In addition, the other party's strength and skills It's really not weak, we don't have the confidence to capture it alive, that's why..."

"I know the identity of that Assassin." Bowen interjected abruptly, "Although he is already dead, he made a I'm very familiar with move habits, weird assassination styles, etc... I'm 90% sure of his identity!"

"Huh?" Mitchell and the white-haired old aristocrat couldn't help saying For a moment, he asked with great joy, "Who is he?"

"It should be from Eisoan, I dealt with them when I was in the north." Bowen's tone was very affirmative. However, Mitchell and Mitchell heard the words and looked at each other in dismay, but they were all at a loss, "What is Eisoan?" Given their level of status and the living environment in the south of the capital, they have never heard of Eisoan's name. normal. even more how Eisoan, like someone, has a habit of keeping a low profile...

"An Assassin group in the north, similar to the Bounty Hunter guild. There is no actual evidence, but there is a thousand threads between them and the Grey Cloth Armed Force. The connection." After a while, Bowens looked at Mitchell who were still dazed, thought about it, and said, "The two adults should have heard the name Tang En, right?"

"Tang En...the wanted criminal?" It has to be said that although Tang En tried his best to keep a low profile, his name was already a little famous on Caesar Continent. Especially in the Titus Empire, especially after Light God Temple joined hands with the Empire and hung his wanted portrait all over the Empire, there was a lot of noise.

Bowen was definitely nodded: "Yes, that's the wanted criminal. Eisoan, the Assassin organization, was also founded by him."

paused, turned his head and looked towards I don't know. What came to mind, Mitchell looked stunned, "According to the intelligence data we have collected, Sir Winslyn and Tang En's have a bad relationship and can even be called enemies. Combined with the Assassin from Eisoan, we have reason to infer..."

"It was him who killed...it was Tang En who killed Winslyn..." Mitchell murmured in a lost voice, of course he knew the grudge between his son and Tang En. Half a year ago, Winslyn brought his family experts and several royal court worshipers to kill Tang En, but it failed and Winslyn returned with serious injuries.

The eyes of the white-haired old nobleman flickered. Although he didn't say anything, he already agreed with Bowen's guess. Because he has a very close relationship with the Eldest Prince, and also knows about the temple... Although it is not very clear, it can already be inferred that it is very likely that Tang En will appear in the capital now. In this way, it is normal to come over to seek revenge on Winslyn.

And think about it the other way around, Assassin who has the strength to hit Winslyn's eyebrows with one strike and one strike certain kill. Except for Tang En, there are really not many in this world...

There are assassination motives, matching strengths, and the clue of Eisoan Assassin. All the evidence points to the guy called Tang En's.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, the white-haired old aristocrat who felt that the situation had become complicated sighed and asked, "Have you found anything else?"

"Yes!" He just asked casually , but Bowen took out a blood-stained sheepskin from his arms very solemnly, and handed it over, "Lord, please look at this." Looking at the lines of everything in disorder drawn on the sheepskin, as well as all kinds of simple graffiti resembling houses, I couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

"Map! I found it from that Assassin. Assassination map!" Bowens looked awe-inspiring, "I once saw a famous painting depicting Temple Federation, although it is only a terrain building in the corner of Federation... Well, I can't confirm it, so please bring it to adults to see."

"Temple Federation? How could it be... eh!" With the identity of this white-haired old noble, of course he has the qualifications to land on the island and enter the Temple Federation. Although this number of times is not too many, it is enough for him leave a vague impression. But now, looking at the simple sheepskin map in front of him, and comparing the vague memories in his mind, the old white-haired nobleman suddenly trembled. Map?"

He exclaimed, "This bastard, what does he want to do - Duke Mitchell, come and see, is this the Temple Federation map?!"

Likewise After frowning and observing for a while, Mitchell opened his mouth and touched the parchment in a daze: "This is the Bishop Hall...this is the corridor...and the blessing fountain...this...this is the Temple Federation!"

"Where is this place then?" Bowen took a step forward, pointed to the place where many lines converge on the sheepskin map, the place marked with the red x, and asked solemnly.

"This is... a prayer room? The Pope's dedicated prayer room for meditation and communication with the gods every day?"

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

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

There was a moment of silence, and finally Bowens licked his lips and said the answer very dryly: "It turns out...he was going to assassinate the Pope..."

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

"My lord, although I don't want to admit it, but think about what he has done before, and think about the reason for Lord Sword God's injury... He really dared !"

"...come here, prepare your horses! I'm going to enter the royal castle immediately and meet the Eldest Prince! Damn, where have everyone gone, hurry up—"

…………(To be continued..)

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