In the study, everyone present focused on the holy warrior.

Grush's face was calm, and his gaze met in the air with Sir Raven's, and after a moment of staring at each other, he nodded.

"Yes, Sir Raven. Grush's eyes were still clear, and he didn't choose to lie, "I do think so, and from the current situation, maybe you don't have that motive, but you have the time, the opportunity, and the suspicion, so I think you may be the 'prisoner'!"

No one opened their mouths to defend Sir Raven, and the deacons kept their identities and did not trespass in the slightest, and they could not speak until the master had spoken to his guests, even if they were arguing with each other.

Others, on the other hand, cast their skeptical gaze directly on Sir Ravanne.

“...... Truly. After a moment of silence, Sir Ravan closed his eyes and nodded, "If it were me, I would have the time, the opportunity, and some doubts in my actions that could point the 'prisoner' who committed this to me. ”

At this time, Sir Ravan was still able to remain calm, and his words made his family relax while there were some doubts.

Why would he admit it? If it wasn't him, or they did, then who did it?

Sir Raven's family looked at the eleven books on the desk, and after the trepidation, a feeling called 'suspicion' grew and permeated their minds.

They didn't quite know what was going on, but it was not difficult to guess from the honest man's words that it might have something to do with 'Cage', that is, their parent, Mar Lavin's youngest son, and that it was probably 'that disease'!

So, is this young man with a book and a sword a 'monk'? Doesn't it look like it......

Sir Ravan opened his eyes with confusion in his eyes: "So, Lord Grush, what is it that makes you point your suspicion of the 'prisoner' at me?

Seeing Mar Ravan so candid, Grush frowned.

Now there are two possibilities, one is that Sir Ravan is really not a 'prisoner', and the second is that his disguise is so real that even he himself could be deceived.

"First of all—"

Grush took a deep breath and said, "You reacted too much to the fact that there are Arcane Empire ruins around Marat, it's not that I can't understand how you hate the Arcane Empire, but even the presence of Arcane Empire ruins around the city shows such a disgusting attitude, this is the first reason, but it is not a large proportion, because I don't think that if you were the mastermind, the reaction would be so obvious." ”

Sir Ravan nodded, then motioned for Grush to continue.

"Second point!" Grushh held out a second finger, "you don't allow Mr. Asher and other deacons to enter the library to look at the books, which seems a bit incomprehensible to me, after all, you have allowed the deacons to enter the library for cleaning, inventory, embalming, etc., and if the deacons secretly read the books at such a time, you can't possibly know - if you really have the disgust of the Arcane Empire as you seem, then at the same time, you should be disgusted." Magic', I also confirmed this in the library, where there were only kerosene lamps and no magic lamps, but if they were kerosene lamps, if they were knocked over, they would be in danger of the entire library being burned down. Since you hate 'magic' so much, then you can't use magic such as 'Surveillance Eye' to peep into the work of the deacons, so the deacons have the possibility of taking a peek, which is the second point. ”

Sir Ravan nodded approvingly: "Reasonable, convincing." ”

"Then comes the third and most crucial point!"

Grush held out his third finger and tightened the hilt of his sword with his left hand, but no one noticed his movements.

"Sir Marl Laven, you don't seem to love your son as much as you appear!"

The paladin spoke in a surprise voice that made Sir Raven slightly startled, and at the same time, surprised the others.

The young man's previous analysis was so well-founded that they subconsciously thought that what he was saying was the truth, and when he blurted it out, everyone looked at Sir Raven with surprise and disbelief in their eyes.

Sir Raven frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied with Grush's words, but he didn't interrupt, but waited for the legendary paladin to continue.

"Admittedly, the noble son's bedroom is extremely luxurious, and it seems that it must have cost a lot of money, whether it is the bed or the decoration, and the other furniture, although I do not have much knowledge to know how much it is worth, but I know that the furniture must be expensive. ”

As he said this, Grush's brow furrowed.

He had recognized the essence of these nobles, their essence was exploitation, and he could roughly guess the source of the money for the purchase of furniture.

Suppressing the irritability in his heart, Grush paused, sorted out his thoughts, and continued: "You also said before, 'Cage is not dead yet, there is still a chance to save', it seems that you love your son very much, and you don't care about the life or death of civilians at all, in your eyes, only your son's life is the most important!"

"And then?" Sir Ravan looked directly into the deep eyes of the paladin, and his face remained unmoved.

Grush pursed his lips and took a deep breath: "Although the bedroom is extremely luxurious, but outside the bedroom, I see the mud between the floor tiles - the bedroom is extremely luxurious, but there is mud hidden between the floor tiles outside the bedroom, is there anything more conspicuous than this?"

“...... Are you done?"

For a moment, Sir Raven's face turned gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "If you're done, then I want to say that every bedroom is cleaned every morning, and there can't be any mud in front of Cage's bedroom door!"

"In the second place, the books in the library are not to be viewed by anyone other than the Ravan family without my permission, and the deacons know this, and they supervise each other when they are cleaning, so they will never offend it! Believe it or not, I am a generous lord, and I will never mind letting them read if they apply. ”

Sir Ravan pointed to the eleven books on the desk, and said, "What you say is utter nonsense, as long as they want to read the book, they can ask me directly, where is the use of peeking?"

With that, propping his hands on the table, Sir Ravan leaned forward, the corners of his mouth hooked, and sneered: "Lord Grush, do you have anything else to say?"

"The Founding Record" ......"

Of the eleven books on the table, at least four have no covers, and only the remaining seven have titles written on them.

Seeing this, Grush suddenly realized something, and his heart 'chuckled'.

"What did you say?" Sir Ravan frowned, "what happened to The Founding Record?"

"There is no cover for "The Founding Record"!"

Grush turned his head suddenly, and everyone's eyes followed his gaze...... Asher!

"Mr. Asher, I remember what you told me at the time, right?"

The paladin frowned, his angry gaze as if it was about to set the silent deacon's body on fire.

"You haven't looked at the Founding Record, and if what Sir Ravan says is true, and the deacons follow the 'rules' and supervise each other when they clean the library, and don't peek at that time—then I would like to ask, how did you pull out a book without a cover from a pile of books, and be sure it was the Founding Record?"

"Mr. Asher, can you tell me?"