As night approaches, the snow over the capital is gradually slowing down.

After three or four hours, the banquet at the theater in the city was about to come to an end.

As mentioned earlier, this is just a small celebration banquet. After all, the crown has not been really worn on the head of the eldest prince, so it is not suitable to celebrate all night long and celebrate the city. Celebrate a little, stop and keep a low profile, and accumulate character in a low-key manner.

Of course, just like the last hidden rules that big men come when they appear, they naturally have to let the big men leave first when they officially leave. This is not entirely the sense of privilege at work, but the most important thing is the actual need. After all, the arrival of big men symbolizes the formal beginning of the banquet, and it is difficult to wait for those latecomers again. The same is true for leaving. With these big men and women who are in charge, the people below will not be able to let go. They hold hunting, escort, and love, and are even more unwilling to send these big men to leave early...

Okay, let's not talk much. The biggest figure in the field is naturally the eldest prince who is about to ascend the throne and crown. So, when the eldest prince proposed to drink the last glass of wine in his hand, everyone in the field stood up and gathered, raised the wine glasses in his hand high, and asked the eldest prince to leave first... But at this moment, the door at the entrance was suddenly pushed open quickly, and several figures rushed in.

The nobles subconsciously turned their heads and couldn't help but be stunned. Among these figures were the theater guards, the guards of a certain family, and a familiar figure with a slightly fat body, who was the director of the Capital Guards Department.

Something happened?

Seeing the sweaty security chief coming to the eldest prince and whispering urgently to an old nobleman with a high status, the nobles in the field couldn't help but feel a sudden slap in their hearts. Subconsciously, they thought something was wrong.

At this time, "What - what did you say? Say it again!" A roar of shock and fury suddenly resounded through the hall. Hearing the sound, everyone subconsciously turned their bodies, and saw an old nobleman wearing a gorgeous robe and a long curly wig, suddenly changing his expression. He looked at the guard beside him with disbelief, as if he was about to eat people.

"Duke Mitchell?"

"Is there something wrong with the O'Glair family?"

"Haha, are there another bandit invading their family manor?"

It has to be said that since the news of Winsling's rebellion and murdering his senior brother came out, the O'Glair family has gone away on the road to hatred. The reputation has completely stinked. It is estimated that it will not take a few years to recover. Now, looking at the ugly expression of the Grand Duke of Mitchell, the nobles were surprised and secretly gloating.

However, before these sarcasm gradually spread, as the guard reported it hard, everything turned into shock.

"Master Winslin... was assassinated!"

Dingdengdeng, once again, after confirming that he had heard it correctly, Duke Mitchell took a few steps back as if he was struck by lightning, and his old body was as if he was shaking in the wind.

With a loud bang, the atmosphere in the field rose instantly. The nobles looked at each other and couldn't help but be shocked and talked a lot.

As mentioned earlier, Wen Silin, who was born in the Sword God lineage, has no doubt about his strength. So although countless people in the capital are not ashamed of Win Silin's character and hope that he will die on the street one day, everyone knows that it is difficult and difficult to successfully assassinate Wen Silin. However, now, this seemingly impossible thought has suddenly come true...

Of course, shock is no longer the point. After all, the world is so great and there are many masters. Wen Silin is not his previous master Wu Ding, and he cannot be the best in the world, so it is not unacceptable to be assassinated once.

The focus now is that Winsling and even the O'Glair family have made clear their attitude and defected to the eldest prince, but are now easily assassinated, in the capital of the empire, or when the eldest prince is sensitive to holding a celebration banquet for the upcoming crown... It's so heavy, this is clearly slapping the eldest prince in the face!

Thinking through the inside story, the nobles looked at the eldest prince whose face was gloomy and as if they were immediately gloomy after receiving the news, and their hearts were tightened. At this moment, the shaking Duke Mitchell suddenly pushed away the support beside him, trembling his arm and pointed to a place, and roared angrily, "Phillip - Did you do it?"

"No, it must be you! You were blocking me from entering the theater before... It turned out that you were the one who was trying to do this! This is murder! The murder was planned!"

As the echoed roars were stunned when the nobles heard this. Everything was afraid of using the result to lead the cause, not to mention that this matter was not complicated. Everyone present knew about the brief conflict between Philip and Winsling outside the theater. In this way, the logic of not allowing Winsling to enter the theater and taking the opportunity to assassinate him outside was reasonable. However, when everyone looked at the client along Duke Mitchell's arm, they couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook their heads.

"Ah? Who... who is calling my name?" Philip, who was lying on the wooden table full of food on the side of the hall, looked up blankly, his face was red, and his eyes were drunk, "Are you...uh, come and have a drink? Are you...just come! Fuck..."

While shaking his head and trying his best to stay awake, Philip shakingly grabbed the wine glass on the table. After grabbing it several times, he finally succeeded. However, most of the wine in the glass had already spilled. In the end, I don’t know who toasted me, but I looked up and slugged my head and sipped it. It was very happy...

There was no explanation, but Philip's appearance of the drunk cat that he knew was the best explanation. A noble lady frowned and looked at Duke Mitchell, and couldn't help but argue: "Duke Duke, we are sorry for Winsling's death, and we can understand your mood at this moment. But this has nothing to do with Sir Philip. He stayed in the hall this night without leaving. Everyone present can prove how could he go out to assassinate Winsling?"

"Yes, we can testify."

"The Duke said this without reason. Sir Philip stayed with us at the beginning of the banquet, and then he kept asking for people to drink, and he had no time to assassinate Winsling..."

"Yes, we all saw it. Does the Duke think that everyone present is blind and is doing fake certificates..."

...

At this moment, the charm of Philip's flower wolf in the imperial capital was undoubtedly revealed. The noble ladies and noble ladies were all indignant and rushed to testify, and the meaning of protecting their shortcomings was obvious.

Duke Mitchell obviously did not expect this rhythm of public anger. His old face turned pale and red. He opened his mouth several times and was held back. He almost held his breath directly. In the end, he could only roar with his blue veins and his neck raised: "He can send someone!"

"Who did he send? Lord Duke did you see it with your own eyes?"

"I……"

"Didn't you see it? Since that's the case, why do you think that Sir Philip did it? You're slandering!"

Never try to argue with a woman, this is the truth. What is more terrifying than this truth is to argue with a group of women.

Duke Mitchell obviously did not realize this or could not recognize its seriousness. So after not saying a few words, he was killed in a gorgeous way and instantly retreated in the air... It was so miserable that even the eldest prince next to him could not bear it and helped him.

"Okay, okay. The Duke said a moment, please don't be impatient, don't be impatient..." He persuaded the male nobles who were smiling bitterly for a few words, and then stabilized the scene a little. Then, the eldest prince frowned and looked at the fat chief of the security guard who was constantly wiping the cold sweat, "Have you found the body of Winsling?"

"Yes, I found it in Sir Winsling's own carriage. The only fatal injury was in the middle of the eyebrows. The opponent's assassin was definitely a master. The attack time was about three hours ago, and the location should be in an alley on Baker Street."

"Where is the murderer? Who is the murderer?" Duke Mitchell, who recovered, asked in a grief and anger.

"This..." After hesitating, the head of the Security Department sweated coldly on his forehead and replied with a thorn in his mouth, "The incident happened suddenly. Sir Winsling's body was just discovered here. He had not yet arrived at the site of the incident to investigate carefully, and there was no time to summarize and analyze the information in all aspects... It would take time to determine the identity of the murderer."

After a pause, he secretly glanced at the eldest prince whose face turned gloomy in an instant. The Director of the Security Bureau didn't even have time to wipe out the cold sweat. He quickly said, "But now there are clues. The Dragon Cavalry Brigade patrolling the area where the incident happened once found a suspect and killed the other party on the spot in the subsequent fight..."

"Who is the suspect?"

"This, yet, I haven't had time to ask..."

"Baoshi! Why are you still standing here stupidly? Why don't you go and call the insider here!"

“Yes, yes, yes…”
Chapter completed!