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Volume 2 Laiyan Rebellion Chapter 1004 He really dares!  (Celebrating the third update of the alliance leader!)

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    Something unexpected happened, and the celebration banquet, which was already coming to an end, naturally came to an end.

    Of course the eldest prince will not stay to investigate the case, and the same is true for all the nobles.  Even if they wanted to stay and watch the excitement of the Oglar family, or had other plans, after all, there was someone dead in the capital, and he was still an air-level master, so everyone was inevitably uneasy and uneasy.  It¡¯s a disaster for fish in the pond, so naturally they don¡¯t dare to wade into this muddy water.

    So just a few moments later, except for Duke Mitchell and other members of the Oglar family, as well as those designated by the eldest prince to stay behind to coordinate the investigation, all the nobles were escorted by the family guards who rushed over and drove in a hurry.  Leave the theater.

    A lively and grand banquet came to an end.  Of course, looking at the resentment on Duke Mitchell's face and the anger of the eldest prince leaving, everyone knows that Wen Silin's death will not end so simply. On the contrary, it is just the beginning. In the next period of time, it will not be very clear.  The stable situation in the capital city is bound to make waves again, and undercurrents are surging

    After a while, the theater hall was empty.

    "Bowes, the captain of the Second Hall's Garrison Dragoon Brigade, and Bernie, the deputy captain" After a pause, he looked at the strange nobles with unknown titles in front of him, and simply bowed and saluted, saying, "  I have met you sirs.¡±

    An old nobleman with white hair and beard, who was the person designated by the eldest prince to stay when he left, asked coldly: "Did Sir Wensilin die in the patrol area of ??your brigade?"

    This sounded like a direct accusation, but when Bowis heard this, he remained calm and nodded calmly: "According to our judgment, yes. The specific location should be in an alleyway near Baker Street."

    "Damn it! How do you patrol the police station"

    The words have not yet finished.  "Duke Mitchell!" The white-haired old noble frowned and interrupted the roar of Mitchell who couldn't hold back his anger.  Squeeze your palms.  "Calm down for now, anger can't solve any problem. I will report to the eldest prince later, so please wait until I finish asking the question completely,"

    Looking at Mitchell sitting back angrily, the white-haired old nobleman turned around and asked again, "I heard that you killed a suspect?"

    "Yes, sir. That was a mole um. An assassin. We found him near the alley. We were about to step forward to ask him for his identity, but when he saw us, he turned around and ran away, very fast. Only me and  Vice-captain Bernie will be able to catch up, and then we fight. He is very strong, and we have to pay a price to kill him on the spot." Touching the bloody wound cloth wrapped around his abdomen, Powers said with a smile on his face.  He replied with a look of luck.

    "Since you said that the assassin is a suspect, do you think he has something to do with Sir Wenslin's death?"

    "Yes."

    "You fart!" I heard this.  Mitchell couldn't help but roared forward again, "I know what your security department wants to do. Let me tell you, you won't be able to fool it easily this time."

    Powis frowned: "My lord"

    Pointing at Bernie, "Answer me, what is the level of your fighting spirit with him?"

    "Um, high-level peak." This is almost the limit of the realm that can be achieved without good fighting spirit skills.  Of course, with Powers and Bernie's excessive fighting experience, ordinary prefecture-level junior warriors may not be their opponents.

    "Ha, did you hear that? It's just a high-level peaka joke! You two assassins who can kill high-level warriors with just a few injuries, how can you possibly assassinate my son who has an air-level realm! Isn't this a fool's errand?"

    When Powis heard this, he rolled his eyes and was annoyed by being interrupted and questioned again and again.  What's wrong with your son's Kong-level realm? He has high strength but low combat power. There are so many idiots 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 them to Bowes: "This is Duke Mitchell, the father of the victim Wen Silin."

    If you are so lost, then there is nothing to say.  Bernie sniffed, held back the sneeze, and explained patiently: "Your Majesty, we did not fool you, and we don't have the guts. These can all be investigated"

    Of course, the furious Mitchell had no time to listen to any explanation, and directly waved his hand and asked: "If you can investigate, why do you have to kill the assassin? Now that the clues are cut off, how can you still investigate?"

    This is unreasonable. Who would be willing to kill someone if they could be captured alive?  In other words, you can't just let the other party kill them who are helpless just to capture them alive.

    Bernie was very patient and continued to explain: "The Duke is like this. At that time, we didn't know that your son had been killed, and we just treated him as an ordinary assassin. In addition, the opponent's strength and skill were really not weak, so we did not capture him alive.  Be sure, then"

      "I know the identity of the assassin." Powis suddenly interjected, "Although he is dead, I am very familiar with his shooting habits, weird assassination style, etc. during the fight I am 90% sure.  Confirm his identity!"

    "Huh?" Mitchell and the white-haired old noble were stunned when they heard this, and then asked happily: "Who is he?"

    "They should be people from the gray space. I had dealings with them when I was in the north." Powis' tone was extremely affirmative.  However, when Mitchell heard this and looked at each other, they were both confused, "What is gray space?" With their status level and the living environment that they have never left the south of the capital for many years, it is normal that they have never heard of the name gray space.  What's more, Gray Space is the same as someone, accustomed to keeping a low profile

    "An assassin organization in the north, similar to a bounty hunter guild. Although there is no actual evidence, there are inextricable connections between them and the Gray Army." After a pause, Powers looked at Mitchell, who was still confused.  The two of them thought for a while and said, "You two adults should have heard of the name Tang En, right?"

    "Twainthat wanted criminal?" It has to be said that although Tang En tried his best to keep a low profile, his name was already fairly unknown in Xize Continent.  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 quite a stir.

    Powers nodded affirmatively: "Yes, that's the wanted criminal. The assassin organization Gray Space was founded by him."

    After a pause, he turned to look at Mitchell, who looked dazed as he didn't know what he was thinking of. "According to the intelligence information we collected, Sir Wensilin and Twain don't have a good relationship. They can even be called enemies. Combined with the information that came from  Assassins in gray space, we have reason to infer"

    "It was him who killed it was Tang En who killed Wen Silin" Mitchell murmured in a low voice in despair. Of course he knew about the grudge between his son and Tang En. You must know that just half a year ago, Wen Silin still had  The family masters and several royal court ministers tried to kill Tang En, but they failed and Wen Silin also returned seriously injured.

    The white-haired old nobleman's eyes flashed. Although he didn't say anything, he already agreed with Bovis's guess.  Because he has an extremely close relationship with the eldest prince, and he also knows about the affairs of the temple Although it is not very clear, it can be inferred from this that it is very possible for Tang En to appear in the capital.  In this way, it is only normal to come here to seek revenge on Wen Silin.

    ¡°And think about it on the other hand, there is an assassin who has the strength to hit Wen Silin between the eyebrows with one blow and kill him with one blow.  Apart from Tang En, there really aren't many in this world

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

    The white-haired old noble pinched the bridge of his nose and felt that the situation had become complicated. He sighed and asked, "Anything else discovered?"

    "Yes!" It was just a casual question, but Powis took out a piece of blood-stained sheepskin from his arms with great solemnity and handed it over, "Sir, please look at this."

    For a moment, the white-haired old nobleman subconsciously reached out and took it. Then he looked down at the messy lines drawn on the sheepskin and various simple graffiti that looked like houses. He couldn't help but asked in shock, "What is this?"

    "Map! The map of the assassination operation collected from the assassin!" Powers looked solemn. "I once saw a famous painting that depicts the Temple General Assembly, although it is only the terrain and buildings in a corner of the General Assembly Well,  I don¡¯t dare to confirm, so I brought it for adults to take a look at.¡±

    "Temple Association? How is it possible Eh!" As this white-haired old nobleman, of course he has the qualifications to land on the island and enter the Temple Association. Although the number of times is not too many, it is enough to leave a vague impression on him.  But now looking at the simple sheepskin map in front of him, and comparing it with the vague memories in his mind, the white-haired old noble's body suddenly shook violently, his face became paler as he looked at it, and even his palms were trembling, "This, this, this is really the master of the temple.  Know a map?"

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

    After observing with the same frown for a while, Mitchell opened his mouth and touched the parchment with his hand in confusion: "This is the main hallthis is the corridorand the prayer fountainthisthis is the temple association!"

    "Then where is this place?" Powers took a step forward, pointed to the convergence point of many lines on the sheepskin map, and asked solemnly where there was a red x symbol.

    "This is a prayer room? A special prayer room where the Pope meditates and communicates with the gods every day?"

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

    "Uhcould it becould it be" Mitchell and the white-haired old noble both thought of something, but their lips kept trembling and trembling, but??I couldn't speak, and I didn't dare to speak.

    After a moment of silence, Powers finally licked his lips and said the answer in an unusually dry voice: "So he wants to assassinate the Pope"

    "He, he, hehe dares!"

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

    "Come here, prepare your horses! I want to enter the royal castle immediately and meet His Highness the First Prince! Damn it, where are everyone, hurry up, hurry up -"

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