A few days later.
The Tell Street Court received a report that a highly decomposed body soaked in a barrel appeared in a hut on a remote street within their jurisdiction.
The first person to discover the body was a nearby neighbor.
During the long-lost clear weather, the rotting stench from the corpse came out, exposing the body.
When the people from the trial court arrived in a hurry, they saw a horrifying scene.
This highly decomposed corpse was sitting in a wooden barrel, with his hands clasped together as if praying.
There were two steel nails pierced through his chest.
The people in the trial court recognized the corpse's clothing at a glance.
It was clearly the deacon's uniform of the trial court.
This was like a depth charge, causing an uproar.
After the identity of the body was identified, all the trial branches in the entire commercial district were alerted.
As the fourth top force independent of the nobility, the military, and the Holy See of Light, this was the most serious trauma and provocation that the trial had suffered in the past five years.
For a time, various trial offices listed this case among the highest execution ranks. .
The day after Holett's body was found, another highly decomposed body was found in a sewer outside the trial house.
After identification, it was Holett's coachman.
The investigators sent by the trial court immediately found the owner of the hut.
He was a slightly fat middle-aged man.
When he was brought into the interrogation room of the trial court, he was so frightened that he collapsed.
"Where were you at eight o'clock in the evening on the 17th?"
"At home, it was raining heavily, and I was with my family."
"I heard that your house was rented out.
Do you still remember the appearance of the lessor?"
"I don't remember.
He was wearing a hood and kept his head lowered.
It was too dark, so I didn't pay much attention to him, but I remember that he was quite thin."
"Didn't you see his ID badge when you signed the lease?"
"I asked him for it, but he said he didn't have it with him.
Later, he said he would only rent it for a week and gave me ten silver coins, so I rented it to him."
"Hmph, you're just looking for money."
During the investigation of the homeowner, the information obtained at the trial was extremely limited.
The only thing that could be confirmed was that the perpetrator of the crime was a male, and that this was a planned and premeditated assassination.
However, when a deacon died, the Trial Office would not let it go.
The body and the scene were closely protected.
The Trial Office dispatched two senior trial knights to detect the information left by the murderer.
The first thing that attracted attention was the two steel nails.
They were sent to the trial court for inspection.
It didn't take long before they discovered that there were two kinds of blood stains on the steel nails.
One was Hollett's, and the other was unknown.
Blood.
Although it was impossible to find the murderer based on blood, the trial court quickly found the source of the steel nails, Thorn Flower Prison.
In addition to the steel nails, the trial court also found a few rose petals at the scene.
As a result, flower gardens and flower shops in various places on Terre Street were closely inspected.
In another part of the business district, the town of Yade.
A carriage drove in and stopped in front of a hotel.
A pale-skinned young man got out of the car and entered the hotel holding a bouquet of dark red roses. dong dong The door opened.
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"Dean" Joseph in the room saw Dudian at the door and said in surprise: "Come in, you are finally back."
Dudian entered the room.
Joseph was the only one in the spacious room.
He asked: "Where are Barton and Kroon?"
"They went to collect information and will be back soon."
Joseph saw the flower Dudian was holding and said in surprise: "Why did it change to a different kind?"
"The previous one has withered."
Dudian smiled slightly and poured himself a cup of hot tea.
After a moment, he smelled Barton and Kroon appearing in the perception range, and soon they returned to the hotel.
"How is it?"
Dudian asked the two of them.
When Barton and Kroon saw Dudian, they were a little surprised, as if they had found their backbone.
Hearing this, the two looked at each other, and Barton said: "We have asked everywhere these days, from the butchers who kill pigs to the owners of various shops.
We heard from them that the Lane family is a small noble in decline.
The patriarch’s name is Fulin Lane.
He is sixty-two years old this year.
His wife died long ago.
He has four children.
The eldest son is forty-eight years old and has three children.
All of them are married.”
Du Di'an listened to the two men talking about the information.
"Due to its decline, the Lane family has only two knight teams, each with ten people and about thirty retinues, for a total of fifty people.
And I heard that many of these knights are not regular knights and have not received the Medal of Glory in the Knights Hall. , It’s just that the old patriarch wanted to save his face and recruited some trainee knights into the formation to expand the number and look better.”
After a while, the three of them finished telling them everything they knew.
Dudian nodded slightly, and after thinking for a while, he stood up and said, "Wait for me here while I go out."
"Where to go?"
Barton couldn't help asking.
Dudian smiled and said: "Pay a visit to this old patriarch."
Night is coming.
The castle on the high slope outside the town is brightly lit.
Knights and retinues are on duty throughout the castle.
The day-to-day guarding work is extremely boring.
They have long been tired of seeing the scenery that repeats forever.
Moreover, the guards all know that even the stupidest thieves will not come here.
To hunt for treasure is no different than searching for water in the desert or fire in the sea.
The guards stood together, passing the time chatting about the interesting things they had heard recently, hoping that this dark night would pass soon.
In the huge dining room of the castle, the old patriarch Fulin sat at the head of the long table, with his children and grandchildren sitting in two rows.
One of the older granddaughters was handing her child to the nanny.
Take her to breastfeed.
A huge chandelier hangs on the top of the dining table.
The oil lamp is withered and yellow.
This is the lamp oil used by ordinary residents.
After dinner, the children each stood up and saluted the old patriarch Fulin, and then returned to their respective rooms to rest or play.
"Grandpa, what are your thoughts on opening a store on Wall Street that I mentioned to you last time?"
After the others had almost left, one of the young men in their twenties asked the old patriarch Fulin who was sitting in the chief seat. .
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The old patriarch Fulin slowly raised his head and glanced at him, frowning and said: "I have done some research.
Although Wall Street is prosperous, the store rents are too high.
The profits of the scrap metal you want to sell are too low.
You can't even earn back the rent."
It’s not enough, let alone making money to support the family.”
The young man's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said: "Grandpa, what I sell is not scrap metal, but good swords and knives forged by master craftsmen that I worked hard to find.
They can be sold at high prices.
As long as you lend me some money to open the shop."
If you rent it, you will definitely make a profit without losing any money.”
"You are too young."
Elder Fulin sighed: "First go and investigate the items in several other similar stores near Wall Street.
If you think that the items you sell can be higher than those in other stores, then come to me, Qian Don’t treat your customers as fools, they are all smart.”
"Grandpa," the young man said anxiously.
"Hughton, don't be rude," the middle-aged man next to him shouted.
The young man choked, lowered his head sullenly, threw away the fork in his hand, and turned around to leave.
The middle-aged man hurriedly said to the old patriarch Fulin: "Father, don't be offended.
This child is ignorant and has a bit of an impatient temper."
"He is still young.
He will understand after a few more years of practice."
Old Patriarch Fulin sighed without saying anything.
He picked up the crutches beside the table and stood up.
He returned to the room with the help of the maid next to him.
After holding the stairs back to the room, the old patriarch Fulin covered his chest and coughed lightly.
The middle-aged maid next to him quickly took out the medicine bottle from the container and handed it to him.
The old patriarch poured out two red pills and swallowed them.
His cough subsided a little, and he waved the maid to leave.
After the middle-aged maid left, the old patriarch Fulin slowly walked to the desk beside the bed with a cane, lit the oil lamp, took out the magnifying glass from the drawer, and flipped through the books on the table.
"The clan leader is so excited."
Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from a dark corner of the room.
Today was supposed to be the third update.
I felt unwell after dinner, so the second update was later than usual.
The third update will be kept until tomorrow.
I will make up for the fourth update tomorrow.
I apologize: