Instead of returning to the room to sleep, Shafra proposed to sleep on the sofa with Xinghan, and had no choice but to agree to her request.
The next morning, at seven o'clock sharp, Mayfair didn't wake herself up as usual.
Xinghan stared at the ceiling blankly, rubbed his eyes with his hands and prepared to sit up from the sofa.
"Good morning, brother Xinghan."
Shafula lay on Xinghan's chest all night.
She was too small and did not make Xinghan feel her weight.
I think I will go to Losekmain with Windis today to find the answer to the incident.
I don’t know what kind of enemies we will encounter, but if we don’t solve it as soon as possible, as long as the queen’s status is threatened, the people of Samaria will You will also start to panic.
"Shafula, you have to stay with Fei'er well today.
Well, by the way, I'll help Huanye, Rose, and Yuexing take a leave of absence.
Teacher Alyssa should agree."
Xinghan regretted why he wasn't looking for it last night.
I took a leave of absence while I was working on Lexi, and I tried to help Shafla adjust the collar of her pajamas.
Shafula nodded.
If she couldn't help Xinghan, she could only do what he needed.
The weather isn't very good, it's gray and threatening to rain, but it should be sunny over there in Los Sequémaine.
At half past seven, Fei'er had already gone to school accompanied by Shafula, Lilicia and Funa.
Xinghan also used the excuse of staying at home to prepare for New Year's Eve and quickly followed Windis into the teleportation array.
"call" The scenery in front of me changes.
The time in Losekmaine is about the same as that on Earth, which is about an hour different.
Sunny days are also of great help in investigating crimes.
The bloodstains all over the floor haven't had time to be cleaned up, but it's because of this that a good on-site environment was preserved for Xinghan.
"Yuexing, occupy the commanding heights here first.
If the murderer hasn't left the royal city yet, don't worry about anything.
Just start the battle with your magic strength.
You should be able to contain him for a long time.
Xinghan looked around and found someone not far away.
A clock tower looks very old and no one has been there for a long time, but from there you can clearly see everything happening in the surrounding area.
Yuexing nodded, trusting Xinghan's judgment.
Seeing that Yuexing had arrived at her destination safely, Xinghan breathed a sigh of relief.
There had been no movement for such a long time.
It seemed that she had not discovered the coordinates of the murderer yet.
"Xinghan, what are you going to do now?"
Bingtong leaned down and tried to touch the blood on the ground with his index finger.
"Show me those photos from yesterday first.
Maybe I can find some clues."
Bingtong took out the photo from the magic space.
It was well preserved and not even a trace of fingerprints were on it.
Xinghan took the photos and compared the scenes.
One of them should have been taken here.
The corpse in the photo had disappeared, replaced only by large amounts of blood.
"Yeah" Xinghan realized something was wrong and muttered: "Tsk, I've been preempted."
"Wendis, you and Bingtong Huanye go to the place where King Weigar III was assassinated to see if his body is still there."
Xinghan left Rose behind and motioned for the three of them to go first.
After Rose saw a few people leaving, she asked softly: "Xinghan, why don't you leave me here?"
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"Oh, no, I just think you will be quieter next to me."
Xinghan smiled. "" Xinghan looked through several photos repeatedly.
The blood on them was fresher than what he saw in front of him, as if it had just been released from the body.
However, the case occurred at night, and the photo clearly showed it was morning.
It was impossible for the blood to maintain this level after a night.
"Xinghan," the communication spell in his pocket responded, and Bingtong's voice came quickly, "The body of Wei Jia III is still there, but the corpses of the soldiers in the photo have disappeared."
Xinghan paused and said: "Well, I understand, you guys wait there for a moment.
By the way, Bingtong, do you know the provider of these photos?"
"Hey, the provider seems to be the administrative minister of Samaria.
He happened to stay in a small hotel here that night.
He should have discovered it when he got up here in the morning to do morning exercises."
Bingtong said with some uncertainty.
He quickly rushed to Windis's position, but there was no signal from the Yuexing side of the bell tower, which made Xinghan feel a little uneasy.
"Wendis, can you ask the administrative minister to come over?
I want to ask him something in person."
Xinghan didn't have time to breathe, and immediately issued a second order to Wendis.
Windis nodded, and the queen's scepter in her hand just swung in the air.
This method of communication is really simple: "The minister has agreed and is about to rush here.
It will be here within a minute."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man's voice came from behind: "Queen Clara, I wonder what your orders are."
Xinghan looked back and saw a slim middle-aged man, the administrative minister of Samaria, who looked almost like an ordinary person.
The clothes he was wearing were not very flashy, so he probably was summoned before he had time to change.
"Xinghan, let me introduce to you.
This is the administrative minister of Samaria, Christopher."
Windis motioned for Christopher to come forward, but what surprised Xinghan was that the appearance of this minister turned out to be...
There is not a trace of fluctuation in the magic circle.
Christopher looked like he was too famous to meet, and he extended his left hand in a friendly manner: "This is Mr.
Xinghan, right?
Queen Clara has mentioned you many times, and I have always wanted to meet you."
"Oh, Wendy has mentioned me many times.
Then how much does Sir Christopher know about me?"
"I know a lot about you.
Queen Clara mentions Master Xinghan and your friends almost every day in meetings several times."
Christopher said slowly.
Xinghan was silent for a moment and said, "I would like to ask, did Mr.
Christopher find anything else when he took these photos?"
"Well, there don't seem to be many other discoveries.
The photos I took should be those discoveries."
Christopher quickly denied Xinghan's question.
"Oh, that's it."
Xinghan seemed to understand something.
He had read a lot of information from Christopher's expression, but this was not enough.
"Then I also want to ask, what can Mr.
Christopher do with him?"
A magic item that eliminates magic detection?"
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"Ah, I shouldn't have such a thing on me."
Little did Christopher know that he had fallen into Xinghan's trap.
A smile suddenly appeared at the corner of Xinghan's mouth: "Then, Sir Christopher, can you explain why I didn't feel your teleportation magic just now?
Or is it that before this, you have always been in this royal city?"
"Well, yes, I was indeed here just now, because the mission here has not been completed yet, so I haven't returned to Samaria these days."
Christopher found a breakthrough through Xinghan's words.
"Really, it was Mr.
Christopher who took these photos?
Then I would like to ask you, what will the blood look like if it continues to exist in the air for ten hours?"
Xinghan believed in his own judgment.
If Christopher had been If you are evading words according to your own designed route, the next step should be Christopher did not show any panic and said calmly: "Of course it will condense.
Why does Mr.
Xinghan ask this?"
"You took the photo at eight o'clock in the morning, and according to Windis, the murder in Wangcheng was committed the night before.
Then, either Mr.
Christopher concealed the time of the incident, or " Xinghan stopped suddenly, his eyes piercing towards Christopher like sword blades.
"If demonic magic can create cracks that distort time, I'm afraid we can take similar photos with this method."
The beating of Christopher's heart could be clearly heard.
Xuanli's hearing system provided very good detection capabilities.
Xinghan did not give him a chance to explain and quickly blocked the outlet for his words.
"But this kind of magic doesn't seem to be found in Lord Christopher.
Don't worry.
Before there is more accurate evidence, these are just speculations."
Cold sweat broke out on Christopher's forehead, but Xinghan didn't seem to have grasped any real reason, and he felt relieved.
"Wendis, let's go find Yuexing.
The murderer is not here."
Xinghan turned back to look at Wendis.
Her face was full of surprise.
The situation was already obvious.
Christopher's suspicion was undoubtedly here.
The biggest one.
But she didn't go against Xinghan's wishes.
There must be some reason for him to do this.
Christopher looked at Xinghan's back with murderous thoughts in his heart.
If he continued to pursue the investigation any more, his identity would be revealed.
"deonic,burngeverythgbetrayedarcevis,surge" A magic spell that has never been heard before.
It does not belong to elements or curses, but to another kind of power, demonic magic.
"boom" Black lightning flew out, and the moment it was about to touch Xinghan, a water-blue shield suddenly rose, blocking all the magical lightning.
"What" Xinghan slowly turned around behind the barrier, and finally found the final evidence.
This magic and the magic attached to the dagger that killed King Weigar III were of the same nature.
Christopher was extremely surprised.
Why was his demonic magic blocked by such a shield?
It should be able to penetrate it completely.
"Rose's ability is attached to the magic incantation.
Will it make her temporarily invincible?
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Magic and abilities are not compatible.
What will happen if they collide?
To be honest, I have been thinking about this for a long time.
But even if you haven't tested it, it's a good choice to take a gamble."
Xinghan lowered the shield as if mockingly, and the lightning magic also lost its subsequent effect and scattered in the air.
Rose was slightly surprised.
It turned out that Xinghan was not sure that this kind of thing would be able to perfectly defend against all magic.
He was just taking a gamble.
If he wins, everything will continue according to his guess; if he loses, he really loses.
"So what?
This spell is useless.
Next," Christopher began to gather the power of demonic magic, trying to use the strongest magic to give Xinghan the final blow.
"Throne of Lightning, release your most powerful power, the Cannon of Alisilte" "boom" A bright yellow beam of light came from the clock tower in the distance, and its power comparable to that of a railgun once again shocked everyone's vision: