Changes come true, and this celebration banquet, which was already close, naturally ended.

Of course, the eldest prince would not stay to investigate the case, and the same was true for the nobles. Even if they wanted to stay and see the lively O'Glair family or have other plans, the capital city is now dead and is still an empty-level master. Everyone is uneasy and will inevitably be in trouble. They will naturally not dare to wade through this muddy water.

So after a short moment, except for Duke Mitchell and other members of the Oglair family, as well as those appointed by the eldest prince to stay for investigation, all the nobles hurriedly drove away from the theater under the escort of the family guards who rushed to come.

A lively and grand banquet ended in a slight way. Of course, looking at Duke Mitchell's resentment and the anger of the eldest prince leaving, everyone knew that Winsling's death would not end so simply. On the contrary, now is just the beginning. For a period of time, the situation in the capital, which was not very stable, will inevitably cause waves again, and undercurrents are surging...

After a while, the theater was empty.

"Powells, captain of the Dragon Knight Brigade of the Second Department, and Bernie, deputy captain..." He paused, looked at the strange nobles in front of him who could not call him a famous title, and simply bowed and said, "I have seen you all."

An old nobleman with white hair and beards, the person designated to stay when the eldest prince left, asked coldly: "Did Sir Winsling die in your brigade patrol area?"

This sounds like a direct questioning, but Powells looked calm when he heard this and nodded calmly: "According to our judgment, yes. The specific location should be in an alley near the street of Baker."

"Damn it! How did you patrol the security department..."

Before he finished speaking, "Duke Mitchell!" The old white-haired nobleman frowned and interrupted the roar of Mitchell, who could not help but feel angry, and pressed his palms down. "Calm down for a while, anger cannot solve any problem. I will report to the eldest prince later, so please wait for me to complete the entire question,"

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

"Yes, sir. That's a mole... Well, it's an assassin. We found him near the alley. Just as we were about to come forward to ask about his identity, he turned around and ran when he saw us. He was very strong and he was killed on the spot. "When he touched the blood-in-law cloth wrapped around his abdomen, Bowes replied with a lucky look.

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

"Yes."

"You fart!" Hearing this, Mitchell couldn't help but roar forward again, "I know what your security office wants to do. I tell you, you don't want to fool you easily this time."

Powells frowned: "Sir..."

He pointed at Bernie, "Answer me, what level did you reach with him?"

"Uh, the peak of advanced level." This is almost the limit of the realm that can be cultivated after not having a good fighting spirit. Of course, with Bovis and Bernie's rich experience in excessive fighting, ordinary ground-level warriors may not be their opponents.

"Ha, don't you hear it, it's just a high-level peak... a joke! How could you two high-level warriors kill assassins who can kill with a little injury? How could you assassin my son with an empty level? Isn't this fooling around?"

Powells flipped his eyes when he heard this, and was interrupted and questioned three or two times, which made him angry. What happened to your son's empty-level realm? He has high strength and low combat power, and has many idiots who have capsized in the gutter... Uh, wait, your son?

The old white-haired nobleman frowned, and finally spread his hands to introduce to Bovis and the others: "This is Duke Mitchell, the father of the victim Winsling."

There is nothing to say about losing your son when you are old. Bernie sniffed, resisted sneezing, and patiently explained: "Mr. Duke, we have not fooled you, nor have the courage. These are all things to investigate..."

Of course, Mitchell, who was angry, didn't have time to listen to any explanation, and waved his hand to question: "Since you can investigate, why did you insist on killing that assassin? Now that the clues are broken, how can you investigate?"

This is unreasonable. If anyone can be captured alive, who would be willing to kill people as soon as they come up? In the saying goes, you can't let the other party kill them for the sake of capturing 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 died, so we just treated the other party as an ordinary assassin. In addition, the other party's strength is really strong and we are not sure of capturing it alive, so we..."

"I know the identity of the assassin." Powells suddenly interrupted, "Although he is dead, I am very familiar with his attack habits, strange assassination styles, etc.... I am 90% sure that he can determine his identity!"

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

"It should be people from the gray space. I had dealt with them when I was in the north." Powells' tone was very certain. However, Mitchell and the others looked at each other in a daze when they heard this, "What is gray space?" With their status and the living environment that has never left the south of the capital for many years, it is normal that they have never heard of the name of gray space. What's more, gray space is like someone, and they are used to being low-key...

"A assassin organization in the north is similar to the Bounty Hunter Guild. Although there is no actual evidence, there is a close connection between them and the gray-clothed army." After a moment, Bovis looked at the still confused Mitchell and the others, thought for a while, and said, "The two adults must have heard of the name Tangen, right?"

"Tang En... that wanted criminal?" I have to say that although Tang En tried his best to keep a low profile, his name was already very famous on the Xize Continent. Especially in the Bran Empire, especially after the Temple of Light and the Empire joined forces to hang his wanted portraits throughout the empire, a lot of news came out.

Bowes definitely nodded: "Yes, it's the wanted criminal. The assassin organization of Gray Space was founded by him."

After a pause, he turned to look at Mitchell, who was stunned for some reason, "According to the information we collected, Sir Winsling and Done have a good relationship, and can even be called an enemy. Combined with the assassin from the gray space, we have reason to infer..."

"It was him who killed... it was Tang En who killed Winsling..." Mitchell murmured in a daze. Of course, he knew the hatred between his son and Tang En. You must know that just half a year ago, Winsling brought his family masters and several royal court worshipers to kill Tang En, but failed, and Winsling returned seriously injured.

The old nobleman with white hair flashed, and although he didn't say anything, he already agreed with Bowis's guess. Because he was very close to the eldest prince, he also knew about the matter in the temple... Although he was not very clear, it can be inferred from this that it is very likely that Tang En appeared in the capital now. In this way, it would be normal to come over to seek revenge on Winsling.

And thinking about it on the other hand, there are not many assassins in this world who can hit Wen Silin's forehead with one blow. Apart from Tang En, there are really not many...

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

The old white-haired nobleman who pinched his nose bridge and felt that the situation was getting complicated, sighed and asked, "Are there anything else to discover?"

"Yes!" Just asked casually, but Powells took out a piece of bloody sheepskin from his arms and handed it over, "Sir, please see this."

After a moment of silence, the old white-haired nobleman subconsciously reached out to take it, then looked down at the messy lines drawn on the sheepskin and various simple graffiti that looked like a house. He asked in surprise, "What is this?"

"Map! The assassination map searched from the assassin!" Powells looked solemn, "I once saw a famous painting depicting the Temple General Association, although it was just a corner of the terrain... Well, I dare not confirm it, so I brought it to you and ask the adults to take a look."

"The Temple is always? How could it be... Huh!" As the identity of this old white-haired noble, of course he is qualified to land on the island and enter the Temple is always. Although the number will not be too many this time, it is enough to leave a vague impression. Now looking at the simple sheepskin map in front of him, and then compared with the blurred memories in his mind, the body of the old white-haired noble suddenly shook violently. The more he looked, the pale his face became, and even his palms were trembling, "This... is it really a map of the Temple is always?"

"This bastard, what do he want to do - Duke Mitchell, come and see if this is the map of the temple?!"

After frowning and observing for a while, Mitchell opened his mouth and reached out to touch the parchment: "This is the bishop's hall... this is the corridor... and the fountain of prayer... this... this is the temple meeting!"

"Then where is this?" Powells stepped forward, pointed to the gathering point of the many lines on the sheepskin map, and asked solemnly with the red x-character symbol.

"Is this... a prayer room? A dedicated prayer room for the Pope meditating and communicating with the gods every day?"

"That's right, it's the Papal Quiet Room!"

"Uh... it's hard, is it..." Mitchell and the old white-haired noble both thought of something, but their lips kept trembling, but they couldn't speak and didn't dare to say anything.

After a moment of silence, Bovis licked his lips and said the answer extremely dryly: "So... he is going to assassinate the pope..."

"He he...he 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 the horse! I will enter Wangting Castle immediately and meet His Highness the Great Prince! Damn, where are the people going, hurry up--"

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