Chapter 39 Chapollet’s Beautiful Friend

late at night.

House of Thrandis.

Rosen woke up instantly and pricked up his ears to listen.

'Squeak~squeak~click!'

An imaginary picture emerged in Rosen's mind.

Someone pulled the wooden bolt of the window, pushed the window open, closed the window again, and then pushed the wooden bolt back in.

"It's so late, is the instructor still awake?" Rosen was slightly curious.

But this is Thrandis's private life after all, and opening the window might just be for ventilation, so it's not a big deal.

Rosen also stopped paying attention.

However, after this, the sleepiness dissipated again, and he continued to review the knowledge of magic.

He is about twenty-five or six years old, half a head taller than Chapollet, with thick pale golden shawl-length hair, blue eyes, very bright, three-dimensional facial features, extremely handsome face, and excellent skin condition, with absolutely no

The signs of vicissitudes common to ordinary mercenaries.

He pulled his underskirt up to his eyes and took a closer look, and found that it was actually the black sludge often seen on the street.

"Monsieur Chaballet, are you there?"

It happened to be where the dirt shouldn't be.

I pricked up my ears and tried to listen carefully, but the conversation sound disappeared again, and it never came again after that.

'This is strange!'

Charbolai took a big gulp of wine, looking unwilling to do so.

And when he smiles, his whole person seems to be glowing. Coupled with his decent etiquette and gentle attitude, every move exudes a strong charm that makes people feel close to him.

'What's this?'

Rosen also stood up and greeted the other party.

Xia Bolay shook his head regretfully: "I did see the front a few times, but her face was wrapped in black cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed. The light was dim, so it was really difficult to see clearly."

Before Rosen could ask, Chabolai took the initiative to introduce him.

Thinking about it this way, Rosen felt that this possibility was very high, much more likely than the possibility that his mentor was the murderer.

He introduced Rosen to Olek: "Rosen, my little brother, is currently a magic apprentice."

Another death last night?

Rosen's heart skipped a beat, and the unusual movement on the second floor last night resurfaced in his mind.

The familiar figures that Chapollet found next to the body were most likely the mentor who happened to be inspecting the murder scene.

About half an hour later, the sound of windows opening and closing was heard again from upstairs, followed immediately by the sound of a woman talking.

Having been in close proximity for more than a week, each other's every move and smile has been constantly in my mind.

After breakfast, I went to the Hound House to paint and collect the money from selling the paintings.

She may have felt something was wrong, so she went out in the middle of the night to find out the truth.

"No, it's absolutely impossible. Unless the mentor is hiding a crazy third personality, she can't be the murderer."

Chabolai raised his voice and shouted: "I'm here, come in."

Rosen was a little surprised: "Uncle, you are a high-level warrior, and she is faster than you?!"

A night of silence.

He hurriedly asked: "Is there any clue about the murderer?"

Although Rosen has long passed the age of judging people by their appearance, the contrast is really quite big.

"However, the clues left behind in the last murder case proved to be completely correct. She was indeed a plump woman."

How did this get involved?

Rosen fell into thinking, and soon he thought of a possibility.

Soon, sleepiness returned, and he fell into a deep sleep.

This is something that is commonplace, and Rosen has long been accustomed to it, and regards it as a daily training course for mana skills.

"Then do you want to tell uncle?"

"Hey, no, the back looks a bit familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere."

Chabolai was holding his breath and immediately slapped the table with a look of hatred on his face.

After some weighing, Rosen chose to remain silent.

Because it was separated by a thick wooden board, the sound was very blurry and I couldn't hear exactly what was said, but I could tell it was two different voices, one of which seemed to be complaining.

During the dinner, Rosen took the opportunity to observe the other party carefully. He saw that the other party had bright eyes, a rosy face, and a very good complexion. There was no trace of lack of rest.

That guy was in the water transport trade. He owned more than a dozen large ships and had a lot of money.

In other words, the instructor did go out quietly last night.

If this is the case, then there is a reasonable explanation for the instructor's unusual behavior.

Another thought suddenly popped into my mind.

Rosen just listened to these things and did not think about future developments for the time being.

As soon as this thought came out, another thought came to mind.

"The murder in the south market occurred near Thrandis's cabin. The appearance of the mentor almost exactly matches Chaballet's description of the murderer. Now she goes out quietly in the middle of the night. Could it be..."

He didn't believe that there was anyone in the world who could hide so deeply that he could completely hide it from his eyes.

"My mentor is far more powerful than me, and my opponent must also be strong. Since she has noticed something is wrong, I will pretend that I don't know anything for the time being."

When I went out last night, I must have put on night clothes that are good for mobility. When I got back to the room, I changed out of my night clothes and put on my inner skirt for sleeping.

Rosen's heart moved: "Are you crazy?"

I got up as scheduled the next day, and after a busy schedule, I had breakfast with Thrandis.

"During this period, we have been cooperating to catch the murderer."

But now, the hems of the inner skirt and outer skirt are very clean, indicating that she has not been out.

The flying technique consumes quite a lot of mana, but the flying technique that can get rid of Chapolai is definitely not slow, which shows that the murderer has quite a lot of mana.

He ran all the way back to Thrandis' cabin, made a fire to cook, and then welcomed the enthusiastic Thrandis.

"It's been a peaceful week, but something happened again last night! Two more people died, and the death was very tragic!"

After some awkward and hectic dealings, he finally coaxed her to go to the second floor to write her thesis, while Rosen began to wash the other party's clothes.

However, the combination of various coincidences can indeed create a strong suspicion.

Xia Bolay covered his head and fell into thinking.

"Maybe I didn't go out at all, I just opened the window to get some fresh air."

It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I don’t have time.

Soon, a young man walked into the hound house. After seeing Charbolet, a faint smile appeared on his face.

If mud is stained when going out, it should be on the outer skirt, while the inner skirt is most likely to be stained on the hem of the skirt.

Recently, he has been selling at least one painting every day, and each painting can bring him a huge income of as little as 10 to as much as 25 crowns.

This man is as lustful as life, but his taste is very tricky. He can't find a satisfactory beauty in reality, so he puts all his passion in the virtual world of paintings.

But Rosen couldn't sleep at all, and all kinds of thoughts came to his mind.

Olek smiled heartily: "I have always heard about your deeds from Chabolai, and today I finally saw you. It's a great honor."

Compared with him, Chabollet, who was short, fat and dark, looked like a big black mouse.

"She can still fly! Uncle, have you seen her face clearly?"

"Someone wants to frame my mentor, what should I do?"

At this moment, a clear and unfamiliar male voice came from outside the Hound House.

While saying these polite words, Rosen observed the other person carefully.

Xia Bolay sighed: "If we just talk about running speed, she is certainly not my opponent."

In the eyes of people close to him, this suspicion is naturally not worth mentioning, but to strangers, such as the Sheriff, it is enough to make it a key investigation target.

According to Harrick, at least half of the paintings were bought by the same wealthy businessman.

He simply put away his doubts and kept everything as usual.

"Could it be that someone wants to frame the mentor?!"
To be continued...