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"I'll go first to investigate the situation, and you will enter through the main entrance, and Asha, keep an eye on Lightning and Maisie, and don't let them both in," the nightingale commanded, and then unfurled the fog and disappeared directly in front of the crowd. In the black and white world, the lines that make up the outline of everything twist and turn, and she easily finds the gap in the wall that does not exist, and enters through the wall.

The furnishings of the house were very simple, not much better than the shovel's house, and it seemed that since losing his position as a patrolman, Mance had been living in a tight situation. The vision was clear, proving that there were no annoying Punishment Stones nearby, and Nightingale soon spotted a target in the bedroom—a man curled up in the bed and snorting, blood still visible on the cuffs of his coat hanging around the bed.

The nightingale returned to the drawing-room, opened the door, and the police swarmed in, and pressed Mance, who had just woken up from the bed, down in the bed, and tied him up firmly.

"Who are you, who are you...... Let go of me!" he cried out in horror.

"You've been arrested for multiple murders, Mance!" Wren stepped forward and slapped him twice, making him instantly quiet, "You dare to go against His Royal Highness the Prince, and it will be cheaper for you to be hanged at the city gate!"

"I ...... I didn't have ......"

"No?" Count Elk replaced the slap with a fist, and with two muffled sounds, Mance opened his mouth in pain, his mouth was full of blood, and one of his front teeth was missing, "We all saw the murder process last night, what else is there to quibble? Stun the shovel with dream water, don't want to be splashed with blood, hang it first and then cut your throat, it's quite a set!"

"......" Mance had a look of disbelief and fear in his eyes.

"Kill the rats that have declared their work, and draw a cross crown with blood...... Who's the idea?" Nightingale picked up a glass bottle from the bedside, which contained half a bottle of pale cyan liquid, "Dream water is not cheap, and it will not be easy to buy such a thing after the rat gang has been exterminated.

"I ......"

"If you're honest, there may be a way to live," Wren clenched his fists, "or I'll let you taste the wrath of a nobleman." ”

Nightingale did not stop, even though she knew that Count Elk was lying. As His Highness said, the safety of the realm is the most important thing, and those who destroy it should be taught a lesson.

While Mance was still hesitating, the fist landed on him again.

This time it was the abdomen and ribs, and the knight-trained Wren was precise enough to keep his target in pain without causing fatal damage.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, sir, please let me go......! A guy from the inner city told me to do this! For every person he killed, he would pay me four golden dragons, and he said that in this way, the people would become resentful of the police, and that the black uniforms would not be able to protect everyone, and the patrols could be rebuilt!"

Mance collapsed, he wasn't a strong-willed man, or rather, a strong-willed person wouldn't be a patrolman who plundered others, or take four lives for a few golden dragons. Nightingale thought that perhaps before he made his move, he would never have imagined that he would be targeted by the Ministry of Justice so quickly, let alone that in just four days, someone would be able to pull him out of a large city with a population of 20,000.

He wept bitterly as he explained what had happened, blood and snot all over his collar.

"I don't know how he found me, the first time we met was in the tavern, and he gave me this bottle of dream water, saying that if I did what he said, I could get a lot of money. At that time, I had no savings, and the police force would not accept my application, and I hated it in my heart...... Just do it. ”

"The police will never accept a scum like you," Wren said.

"Do you know the man's name or identity?" asked Nightingale.

"I ...... I don't know. ”

"You're lying. ”

"I don't know!"

Nightingale looked at Wren, who immediately understood, raised his hand and punched down a few times, "This adult is a witch, and her ability is to distinguish lies, and lie in front of her, I think you are tired of living!

"No, my lord, I'm just ...... I'm just not sure," Mance screamed twice, "because he never told me his name and identity!"

"I'm not sure what that means?"

"I also wondered why he was so generous, he didn't look like a nobleman, and when he met two days ago, he came in a hurry, and his clothes were a little strange, like a coat on top of it. "And the one inside seems to be a uniform, and I see a petal-shaped emblem on his neckline." ”

"Petal emblem?" Nightingale and Wren glanced at each other, "The crest of the Honeysuckle family?"

"That's why I'm not sure, everyone knows that the Hermons are supporters of the lord, how can they secretly oppose Lord Wimbledon. Mance said, bowing his head.

"Perot is definitely not such a person, someone else must be playing tricks," Wren affirmed, "Anyway, they meet every day, or we set up a trick for that guy to get in." ”

It seems that this is the only way, rather than guessing, it is better to wait until Mance "asks for a reward" to capture the other party in one fell swoop, and everything will be understood. The nightingale nodded, but in her heart she always felt that she had neglected something.

The other party is not lying, and the information is all true, what is wrong?

"Sister Nightingale, are you all alright?" called Lightning outside the door.

"The meeting is almost over, we have to go back!"

Considering that there would inevitably be some rough movements during the capture, she deliberately left all three of them outside, and the nightingale heard the word meeting in Maisie's mouth.

His Highness is meeting with the nobles in the hall to discuss the establishment of a new town hall!

This meant that he didn't have a personal guard with him, and the nearest one was outside the hall.

If this person is really a member of the Honeysuckle family, he will definitely be able to enter the castle and the hall on the first floor unhindered, but he will definitely not be able to step on the second and third floors that belong to His Highness - and he is not by His Highness Roland's side!

"Lightning!" Nightingale could no longer care about Count Elk and Mance and the others, rushed out of the house, grabbed Lightning's shoulders and said loudly, "Take me back to the castle quickly, Your Highness may be in danger!"

"Huh? Okay...... Hold on to me," the latter, though extremely surprised, did not ask any more questions, but took the nightingale on his back and flew straight towards the castle district—with a load, the lightning would drop in height considerably, but it would still be able to maintain a speed of about 100 kilometers per hour, and it would only take half a minute to fly over the streets.

Nightingale hoped that she was thinking too much, but the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. The murder had started three days earlier, and that was the day Perot's letter for help arrived in the Frontier District, and it would have been too bad if the real purpose of the other party had used these cases to attract everyone's attention and lure her away from Roland.

As he approached the castle, the nightingale slipped into the fog and scurried into the hall from mid-air, and his heart sank to the bottom. I saw that the conference room was in chaos, the nobles seemed to be greatly frightened, all leaning against the wall and talking, the guards were blocking the scene, the long table that should have belonged to His Royal Highness Roland was empty, one person was lying on the ground, life and death were unknown, and the black curtain of the Divine Punishment Stone covered his body. (To be continued.) )