Chapter 922 153. The Ancestor's Raincoat
The warden spoke first, still cold and low: "You don't know?"
"If I am not the murderer, how would I know?"
"In the evening, three envoys from the Kingdom of Ruikan were found dead in the embassy."
"You mean three people? Including Cynthia and... and..." Annan forgot That young prince's name.
"Arnock."
"They are all dead?"
"You sent people to assassinate, don't you know how many people were killed?" The warden snorted coldly.
Annan glanced at the warden who was wearing a black face: "It's useless for you to test me. Such a low-level method of assassination is not my style."
And it's too cruel, Cynthia She is innocent... It is not because Annan is a warlock and she is a woman, so she is innocent, but Cynthia obviously has a good relationship with Princess Sayers...
I don’t know if Princess Seles knows about this.
“But maybe it’s your men? Your cities are all remnants of the North, and most of them have a blood feud with the Kingdom of Rekaner.”
“You mean, my people are here After participating in the victory parade, he went to the banquet. On the way, he sneaked out without everyone's sight, broke into the embassy through the strict defense of the empire, killed three envoys in front of the personal guards, and escaped again? "
Annan's sarcasm silenced the warden.
The middle-aged man next to him smiled: "Relax, Annan, we just want to ask some questions."
"So I just carried out some appropriate counterattacks, right?"
"Andrea, executive officer of the Imperial Military Department, I am responsible for this assassination case." Executive officer Andrea looked very serious He was easy to talk to, "What are you doing in the evening?"
"Follow me to the banquet... The Minister of Etiquette can vouch for me." Annan was even more talkative.
This gave Executive Officer Andrea a headache... On one side was the special envoy, and on the other was the champion warlock who was inextricably linked to the upper echelons of the empire. Neither one was easy to mess with.
No wonder the executives who usually rush to perform are keeping silent now and giving the opportunity to themselves.
Thinking of this, Executive Officer Andrea suddenly became lazy: "Besides you...you, who else do you know who has a grudge against Special Envoy Rekaner?"
"Too many." Annan spread out his arms. Hands, want to express how many people there are: "Thousands? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Don't underestimate a homeless person's hatred for the murderer."
Annan asked: "Besides me, there are others Is there any suspicion?”
“You are the first sequence, the second sequence is an epic mage who just came from the north, and the third sequence is a few foreign seniors of the Shadow Brotherhood who ran to Stacking Mountain. Member."
"Any other clues?"
"We found something in the embassy——"
"This is an interrogation!" The warden suddenly interrupted the two people talking: "Your Excellency, you revealed too much about our suspect. "
"Come on, look at how happy the champion warlock is, not worried about getting into trouble at all." Executive Officer Andrea lowered his voice: "This guy has so many clever ideas, and he knows... that one. Sir, who knows if this is a power struggle at the top, I advise you not to be too 'responsible'"
But the warden has no choice. As the warden of the dungeon where the nobles were imprisoned, he was either complicit or he was tough and upright.
“You said that you and the director of the etiquette department went to a banquet when the murder occurred, but what about before that?”
"Military parade in the etiquette department."
The warden frowned: "Annan Reeves, what you said does not prove your innocence. You need to come up with something more powerful-"
"You made a mistake." Annan interrupted him, "Now it is not for me to prove my innocence, but for you to present evidence to prove my guilt."
The warden was silent.
If there was evidence, they wouldn't have to sit here.
At this time, a jailer trotted in and whispered in the warden's ear: "A member of the royal family is coming in." "Who?"
"Olin Montreal. "
The warden took a deep look at Annan: "Let Miss Olin come in."
After a while, the warden led Olin in."
"Are you okay?"
As soon as she came in, her eyes were all on Annan. There is nothing embarrassing...
“I’m fine, this is the most homely atmosphere.”
Olin didn’t know what nonsense Annan was talking about, so she handed over a baggage Give him: "Ancestor said it might rain tonight, and asked me to bring you a raincoat."
"Ancestor knows?"
"There are very few things that can be hidden from her."
"Then if I have this, it will be fine even if I admit that I killed him?"
Annan smiled, and then Olin's cheeks straightened before she smiled and said, "Just kidding."
Annan put on his raincoat in front of the warden and executioner, and deliberately told them: "It's a little cold in the dungeon. , you don’t mind, right?”
“No… you don’t mind…”
The executioner laughed dryly, and even the warden remained silent.
Olin had no intention of leaving. Annan sat back and raised his chin slightly: "Tell me what happened."
The executive said that the servant found out corpse. At that time, she was going to inform the envoy to attend the banquet. No one answered the door, so she knocked on two other doors, but there was no answer either.
In the end, it was Arnock's blood flowing out from the crack in the door that the servant knew something had happened.
“So rough?”
"No, it's quite clean. The patrolling guards and doormen didn't find anything strange, and the servants didn't hear their struggles... The Monzon envoy was a great swordsman, but he was stabbed through the neck silently." The executive looked solemn, "So if you think of anything, please tell us."
He kept his posture very low.
Annan frowned slightly, and finally shook his head: "I don't know either. The Ruikan'er Kingdom has too many enemies. Who knows which righteous man did it?"
Andrea The executive sighed, he didn't want to care, but the death of a special envoy on Montreal Mountain was equivalent to a slap in the face of the empire, and they had to find the real culprit.
“Now let’s talk about compensation.” Annan changed the subject.
"Compensation?"
"You arrested me rudely in front of all the nobles, don't you want to give me an explanation?"
Executor Andrea glared at the warden. He glanced at Oulin next to him and asked cautiously: "What compensation do you want?"
Annan said shyly: "I think the land outside the Moonlight Opera House is good. It will be good for you. It's just a bunch of useless ruins, a scar from the past. Why don't you give it to me? I guarantee that no one will recognize it."
Even if Ou Lin is here, the warden can't help but say: " Annan Reeves, now is not the time to talk about this.”
"You're right, and it's hard for you to make the decision." Annan put away his beautiful fantasy, "By the way, have you checked the body?"
The warden and the executioner looked at each other.
Annan's tone gradually became weird: "Don't tell me that such a huge and ancient empire doesn't even have a detective...an official responsible for analyzing murder cases."
(End of this chapter)