Grush doesn't trust Mar Lavin, and his urgency may be acting, and if a nobleman doesn't have enough self-control, then they can't be called a 'noble'.

Grush hadn't seen 'recklessness' in any of the middle-aged aristocrats, and if they seemed reckless, then it was almost certain that either someone was persecuting them or that it was doing it to their advantage.

After people reach middle age, even if they don't want to, they can learn how to weigh the benefits, and after becoming a nobleman, some young people who were originally full of enthusiasm will also become what they don't expect to become in the day and night, and after that, they will not feel that there is anything wrong, but will think that the previous self is too naïve.

Time is the most terrible thing, it can silently change a person's appearance, can quietly change a person's heart.

Although Sir Ravan had shown a caring appearance of caring for children before, and even the bedroom was extremely luxurious, he definitely did not expect that Grush would notice the mud between the floor tiles in front of the door!

If he hadn't noticed that, Grush might have gotten mad at his performance, but he's completely calmed down now.

Standing on one side of the study, the paladin watched coldly and saw the four deacons holding ten books in their hands, walking through the crowd to their desks, and placing all ten books on the table as Sir Raven had ordered.

Eleven books of various sizes and thicknesses were spread out on the desk in front of Sir Raven, and he glanced at the 'family' in front of him with cold eyes.

"I think you should know why I let you gather here, why I let you stand!"

Sir Ravan pointed to the eleven books in front of him, and said in a cold voice, "After a cursory examination, there are forty-two pages in all, and forty-two of these books have been torn off.

Sir Ravan slapped the table angrily: "Sneak into the castle, pick the lock on the door, enter the library and find these ten or so books among the hundreds of books, tear off these dozens of pages with great precision, and then fix the door locks - don't think I don't know what you're trying to say! What wanderer can do that?!"

"Even if it was really a wanderer, would he be able to know where those books were and what they were written in?!"

Sir Ravan suddenly picked up a book, opened it, and pointed the pages to his family, so that they could see the torn marks between the pages.

"If it was really a wanderer who did it, did he need to be in such a hurry?

After finishing speaking, looking at the 'family members' who still had a look of shock on their faces, Sir Laven snorted coldly: "Who did it, stand up yourself, Cage is not dead, and now there is still a chance to save - who is it?"

A series of words and questions gave Grush a glimpse of what the 'art of language' is, and Sir Ravan clearly did not use any supernatural power, but he was able to use words to force the hearts of others, making their already nervous hearts even tighter.

Everyone stood at their desks, standing still, looking terrified, and not saying anything.

Grush stood to the side, carefully observing the expressions of these people, because he knew very well that Sir Ravan probably did not intend to let the 'traitor' stand up on his own from the beginning, so Grush observed their expressions, but saw that the expressions on everyone's faces at this time did not look like they were acting, but really panicked.

'Did you guess wrong?' thought Grush, turning his gaze to Sir Raven.

Sir Raven's face was cloudy, and he glanced at the 'family' in front of him with a cold gaze, and he now gave the impression that everyone standing in front of him was suspicious.

Sir Ravanne's performance is not like an act, could it really be someone else's doing?

The paladin's gaze drifted back to the thirteen men, although each of them was very panicked, not one of them was the first to deny it, no one tried to justify it, what was the reason?

Generally speaking, shouldn't innocent people at this time be desperate to get rid of their involvement?

"Brother, I know you're upset because of this, but ......"

Sir Ravanne's brother, the honest man who looked a little strong, swallowed and said, "We can't do this!, brother, I know what you're thinking, but if we want to take the succession to the title, then we won't do it." While it does help to cover up the purpose and the people behind it, a scared Marat isn't what we want, and there's no reason to do anything to Cage otherwise, do we?"

Although the honest man lacks confidence when he defends, his words are reasonable and convincing.

It was only after he had finished speaking that the others came to their senses and spoke in response, and Sir Ravan frowned, for they had no reason to do such a thing, as his brother had said.

Several of the deacons stood behind in embarrassment, and Grush's gaze was on them, watching them show trepidation, and it was difficult to be sure whether any of them were 'prisoners'.

The paladins could see their heartfelt emotions at a glance, and their expressions were not unnatural or twisted, and they looked exactly like they were real.

'Aren't they either?' raised an eyebrow, and the paladin fell into confusion again.

The eleven books on the table had already ruled out Grush's suspicion, not to mention that he would not do such a thing as a holy warrior, and as an outsider, he had no time to find the eleven books one by one, and then tear out the forty-two pages.

Because he had no time or motivation, he was now able to stand so quietly and observe these people.

Everyone's expressions didn't look fake, and the paladin rolled his eyes, his gaze wandering between the thirteen men opposite Sir Raven.

He didn't know if he was right about this change, because he felt that the blood in his body was slowly cooling, and if he continued like this, would he become a person he didn't even know?

Grush took a deep breath and put these thoughts behind him, his eyes cleared again, now was not the time to think about these things!

“...... Sir Mar Laven!"

Sir Raven, who was immersed in thought by his brother's words, looked up blankly and met the serious eyes of the paladin.

The sudden opening of the paladin also attracted the attention of Sir Raven's family, some looking at his face, while others noticed that his left hand was holding the hilt of the sword.

"Why did you react so much to the fact that there might be Arcane Empire ruins near Marat when you spoke to me before?" Grush frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on Mar Lavin, "I want to ask, do you know something?"

The people turned their heads to Sir Raven, who stood behind his desk, his hands pressed against the table, and his arms supporting his body.

Grush avoided it anyway......

He used a more cautious argument that he did not 'accuse' Sir Ravan himself of being a 'prisoner'!

After gaining enough strength and experience, Grush also became cautious, and he used a more peaceful statement.

But Sir Ravan understood, and he understood the meaning of the words.

With a fixed look in his eyes, Sir Ravan pointed at himself and asked, "Sir Grush, you mean to say, 'Actually, I'm a prisoner'—right?"