Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 594 Detective Game
"The memory loss of the ascetic monk, the ambiguous attitude of the Harbor Temple..."

The young man rested his chin and held a hardwood pen holder in his mouth. The paper on the table in front of him had only messy handwriting and blackened circles, which looked like the scratch paper of an impossible math roll.

"Mr. Wei, you have been chanting these words for two days."

Mia stretched her arms straight, put her cheek on her arm, looked sideways at Cyril's thinking face, and muttered, "The conspiracy of the port mafia, the potential ambitions of adopted orphans...however it sounds It's like something out of a novel."

The pointed ears of the captain of the half-elf guard standing by the window moved quietly.

The Ms. Mage spoke more and more vigorously. She sat up straight, resting her chin with both hands, and said happily: "So, now Mr. Wei is the great detective who solves the murder case, and I am the assistant of the great detective."

"What about the others?" Cyril looked at her, not disappointing her.

"Heluo is the most capable thug around the detective, Misha is the noble lady wearing a dress, who plays the role of giving out key information unintentionally in the case, and...Evans and Mr. Winkler are the ones who were originally in charge of solving the case Knight, I came to seek Mr. Wei's help because I couldn't solve the case."

"It really sounds like that." Cyril said with a chuckle. He noticed that Heloise had turned around and seemed to be hesitant to speak several times, so he said, "Mr. Treville, what do you want?" It’s okay to say it.”

Heloise opened her mouth, as if she had countless things she wanted to say, but in the end she turned her head away and remained silent.

It's just that the silence this time didn't seem to be so effective, because a voice had quietly sounded from the side of the table: "She wants to be the lady knight in that story, not the thug next to the detective. She wants to catch the criminal with her own hands, riding The white horse carries the detective forward~"

"Heilene!"

Heloise couldn't bear it any longer, she stretched out her hand and grabbed Veronica Helene, who had performed the mind-reading secret technique, and covered her mouth tightly with her hand.

But the eyes of other people in the room looked at her, but it was not the same as before. There was deep meaning hidden in each eye, and the ice-white face of the captain of the half-elf guard turned a little red. He turned around and looked out the window. .

Cyril lowered his head and drew a circle on the paper again.If it is a great detective, facing these messy lines, he should already have a general story line at this moment, but he is still at a loss and lacks key clues.

He was in a daze, as easily distracted as when he was doing a paper, and his thoughts drifted to a distant place accidentally.

How is the Siliki Army doing now?Caroline probably didn't demolish the house, did she?Speaking of which, there are still some petrified monitor lizard eggs that failed to hatch, and I don't know if they hatched?
It's so difficult to advance to the Extraordinary level, I really have no clue.There is also the silver thread in my hand, the great sage Setanrio said that the horn of the dragonborn, the elf's stone of eternity and other swords, how come there is no shadow yet?

"Mr. Wei, Mr. Wei—"

The girl stretched out her hand and pushed his arm, waking him up from his distraction: "The knights sent out to collect information are back."

Cyril was refreshed, and his thoughts immediately returned to the matter in front of him - one of the advantages of being in a high position is that many things do not need to be done by himself, such as running errands such as collecting information, can be completely handed over to his subordinates to attack The young men of the Knights.

The collected information was quickly sorted out and sent to Cyril's desk.He lowered his head and read the parchment carefully, then raised his head: "Who collected the third article, let him in."

So a knight standing by at the door walked into the house. He was wearing a thick dark cloth cloak that people in Xinaowei harbor often wear, and he stepped on waterproof boots. His mouth was full of fresh smell of the sea. Aowei Hong Kong language, I don’t know how much time I spent studying linguistics in the college:
"My lord, this piece of information was collected by me."

"Excellent cross-dressing, I remember your name is Mitchell?"

"Yes, Mitchell McCarthy."

"Let's talk about it in detail."

"Understood." The knight named Mitchell McCarthy paused and continued, "I found out that an international exhibition will be held in Andria District, and the judge will be present at that time. This This exhibition displays some heroic weapons, and there will be people from countries such as Ao San Emma and Nudalia participating in the exhibition..."

"Exhibition? What time is it?"

"Just tomorrow."

"This information is very useful."

Cyril's approval made the knight happy. After he bowed, he was about to leave the room when he heard the young man at the table say again:

"Mitchell."

"My lord, do you have any other orders?"

"The clothes you wear are called tacoro clothes, which are worn in late winter, early spring, or late autumn. Although it is relatively cold these days, people in Xinaowei Hong Kong are not very good at putting them in the closet. Take out the Takro suit and wear it." Cyril smiled and said, "The embassy's library has a history of New Aowei Port costumes, you can go and have a look."

Mitchell blushed for a while, and he realized that the count was correcting his omissions in disguise, and quickly replied seriously: "Okay, count, I understand."

Mitchell hurriedly exited the room, and Cyril continued to examine the parchment in his hand, taking the pieces of information into his eyes.

The information collected by the knights was extensive, but they all revolved around the request he made: related to the Harbor Temple, related to the Harbor Mafia, related to the parliamentary seat, and of course, things related to St. There must be no good things for the people of O'Santa Emma.

"No. 13, the port mafia has recently purchased a new batch of ships that can go to the high seas. No. 14, Hubert Rhodes is not the head of the diplomatic mission of St. Emma. No. 15, A body that had been dead for many days was found in a residential area in Andria District, and was found dead because the smell of the body was smelled by neighbors..."

"The name of the deceased is Brooke. He died because of a crossbow arrow piercing his chest. He used to be an ordinary sailor on a merchant ship, and now he runs a fruit shop. According to reports, Brooke's identity does not seem to be so simple, and he secretly has connections with other countries..."

"spy?"

Cyril raised his eyebrows. He suddenly remembered what Duke Marcellus had said. A lot of the eyeliner he had placed had been pulled out recently, and there was very little left.

Could it be that Brook, who was shot to death by a crossbow arrow, was also one of his eyes?
Although the old fox had reached a consensus with Cyril on the matter of going south, it seemed that he was not kind enough to show Cyril the cards he had hidden.Cyril has no way of knowing the list of eyeliners, he only knows that if necessary, the eyeliner will come to him on his own initiative.

But as long as a simple geography is known, since Alvin Saxon intends to get involved in the seat of the parliament and move from the dark side to the bright side, it will inevitably eliminate all kinds of forces that also belong to the "dark side", including eyeliners placed by other countries.

Cyril reckons that Duke Marcellus' eyeliner is not far from dying at this moment, if not dead.

Just as Cyril thought of this, he saw Heloise standing by the window suddenly put her hand on the hilt of her sword.He thought Heloise was getting more and more angry, and decided to beat Veronica violently, but Heloise put one hand on the window sill, turned over and jumped off——

"Treville?" He got up and walked quickly to the window, only to see that Heloise had landed steadily from the third floor, and the moment she drew her sword, the space around her was frozen into ice.

Then she reached out and grabbed a figure, and quickly returned to the courtyard of the embassy. After a while, the door was opened heavily, and Heloise dragged that not-so-light body into the room.

"He's been lingering outside the door for three hours."

She spoke succinctly, while the body dragged into the room by her was still rolling on the ground, clutching her neck and coughing continuously, as if being strangled by the collar.

"Wandering around for three hours is not the reason why you just arrested him..." Cyril complained again in his heart about Heloise's resolute style, which was exactly the same as the eldest princess and Captain Christine, and his eyes had already begun to look This unlucky guy who got caught.

The suspect's weight is not light at all, he is fat and strong, and his horizontal area is somewhat exaggerated.He has a tan short crew cut and a small silver chain in the middle of his beard, which looks quite artistic.

It wasn't until the suspect recovered from the pain and sat on the ground gasping for breath that Cyril said:

"Sir, you have been lingering for three hours at the gates of our embassy in La Rochelle. Can you tell me who you are waiting for, or what you are watching?"

The man's eyes were still a little slack, scanning the room back and forth, obviously still wondering how he arrived at this place - Heloise's ability to freeze time made the other party not notice at all that the space he was in had already happened. changed.

Hearing Cyril's voice, he murmured belatedly: "Where is this... Could this be inside the embassy? Yurila, why did I come in! No, you caught me in of?"

He looked at Heloise in horror, and suddenly covered his face with his hands, and cried loudly: "Are you an idiot? How could you do this? You ruined all my plans. Now it's okay, I'm finished." Come on, I'm screwed, they saw me come in—"

Heloise's hand was already on the hilt of the sword again, and Cyril hurriedly said: "Hey, please answer my question first, and then explain clearly what happened to you. Can crying solve the problem?"

"What's the use of talking to you, are you the foreign minister? A little hairy kid, what can I say—"

His voice came to an abrupt end.

A bear paw bounced and landed on the ground in front of him. He picked it up and saw the symbol representing the earl——

"It's a coincidence that I have a place in the foreign minister's mission. I'm still an earl. With such a status, can you tell me about it?"

The young man behind the table leaned back halfway on the chair, crossing one leg.He looked at the badge in his hand, then at the young man in front of him, and finally swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, which could be heard throughout the room.

"Is this stuff real?"

He changed back to La Rochelle, but with these port-neutral pronunciation habits in his intonation, it sounded a bit awkward.

"It's true." Cyril smiled, "Now, answer my question, I don't want to hang you on the rack for interrogation—"

"No, no, I said—" he shouted quickly, "My name is Goodwin, and I am a spy arranged by Duke Marcellus in Port New Orway. I have been in Port New Orville for 20 years!"

Cyril raised his eyebrows—he was really thinking of something, he just suspected that Duke Marcellus's insiders were almost killed, so one of them came to the door on his own initiative.

"I know, Duke Marcellus mentioned it to me." Cyril sat upright, gestured at the same time, drove a chair behind Goodwin, and let him sit down, "He has placed a lot of insiders in the new Port Orwell, but it seems that they have all been cleared out by the Mafia recently. Are you the only one left? Or are there others?"

"Only, I'm the only one left."

Goodwin's pupils shrank for a moment, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and he stopped talking all of a sudden.Cyril stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes. Seeing that he still hadn't reacted, he snapped his fingers.

The lady mage at the side immediately rubbed out a big ball of water, and hit Goodwin's face, making the latter tremble all over and almost jumped up.

"I, where did I go?" He asked in surprise, and after a while he asked himself and answered, "Oh, I'm the only one left, yes, yes..."

"Originally, these things should not be in my control. I am in the most remote Trento competition area. These things have nothing to do with me, but that person suddenly came!"

"That person? Who?"

"He's from the Port Mafia, and his name is Alvin Saxon, yes, that's the name—"

"Alvin Saxon? Are you sure?" Cyril became more focused. He didn't expect to be able to obtain information related to this name so easily.

"Yes, I'm sure." Goodwin nodded repeatedly, "He walked with the consul of the Trento division and asked me for some contacts to vote for his people."

"He is canvassing for votes, trying to get involved in the parliamentary qualifications for his superior." Cyril said softly, and then raised his voice: "Keep talking, I am listening."

"I thought he was an easy person to get along with, but after dinner, he blocked me in the alley!"

"He questioned me, asked me why I didn't want to continue being a sailor, and wanted to join the Chamber of Commerce. He also ordered me not to say anything about his canvassing."

"He even, he even pulled out one of my fingernails!"

Goodwin raised his finger, and what was shown in front of Cyril was a thumb without a nail cover, and the pain could be imagined just by looking at it.

"and then?"

"Then, I went to the port to ask the Duke's other insiders, and it turned out that they were all dead, and the most recent one died only three days ago!"

Having said that, Goodwin's eyes widened, and tears couldn't stop flowing.He crawled to the table with hands and feet, pressed half of his plump body on the table, and sobbed:

"My lord, I'm too scared. I don't want to die. I can live for a long time. I still have a lot of wine. I'm afraid he will kill me. Please, please..."

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