"Yes, my lord."
"Then are you sure the suicide note he left behind was written by his own hand?" Windsor Bellow asked.
"The handwriting has been identified by experts. It was indeed written by Guman."
Windsor Bellow nodded and said, "Understood. Is there anything else you want to add?"
"One thing is very strange. On the day the prosecutor committed suicide, his maid also committed suicide. It had been found in the wardrobe by Martha, the hostess, who said there might have been someone else in the house at the time. Because she was locked in her room with a corpse for most of the night, it tortured her mentally. "
"I see. Tell me if you find anything." Windsor Bellow cut off the communication.
Only then did Nono poke her little head out of the sand.
Windsor Bellow jumped down the sand and walked to the second floor of the attic. "Tell Mirren to see me later. Hey, someone wants to start a war between us and the old party."
Nono was shocked and hurriedly contacted Windsor Bellow's adjutant.
Twenty minutes later, Mirren, who had arrived at the apartment to report, saw Windsor Bellow, who had already put on her military uniform. Mirren bowed and said directly, "I have already asked the Red Wolf for detailed information about Inspector Guman's suicide."
"What do you think?" Windsor Bellow stuffed herself into the sand and crossed her legs.
Mirren said in a deep voice, "I've already considered it on the way here. There are indeed many doubts about this matter. The first is the relationship between Guman and the Holy Disarmament. With the power and wealth of a district prosecutor, I don't think it's enough to support an armed mob. If Guman is a middleman, I'd rather believe it. "
Windsor Bellow nodded and said, "What's the second point?"
"Guman didn't commit suicide, he was murdered." Mirren's eyes sparkled with wisdom. "The prosecutor committed suicide with his maid, and Mistress Martha was sure that there were other people in the house that night. Obviously, someone killed the maid and replaced her in order to get close to Guman. As for Guman's suicide note, that's right, it was personally written by him. But there are many methods or abilities that can make him write this letter himself. "
"The most important point is that there are many suspicious points in this suicide note. One of them was where Gu Man got the marshal's information. The source of his information might be the cause of his death. "
Windsor Bellow said cheerfully, "Just as I thought. I have to say, this guy did arrange it beautifully. Guman committed suicide, and his suicide note stated that the Holy Disarmament was destroyed because of me. Then the people on Guman's head will definitely hate me, and the hatred will be directed towards us. That fellow is deliberately trying to start a war between us and the Old Party. "
"But your methods are too childish." Windsor Bellow shook her head and said, "No matter how I look at it, it looks like the work of a rookie. With this kind of trick, there won't be any movement from the old party. But I don't have the virtue of being provoked and not fighting back. Mirren, go and check Guman's sources of information. Let Red Wolf dig with all his might. I want to see which mouse is playing this trick on me. "
"Yes, my lord." Mirren stood up and bowed.
Windsor Bellow also jumped up from the sand and said, "Let's go together. I've got an appointment with Old Horn."
"The Patriarch of Bescot?" Mirren raised her eyebrows and said, "For your student?"
"Well, since you've agreed to be my teacher, you should at least show something. Besides, the gift Horn prepared for me is really … Hahahaha, I'm sorry, I lost my composure. "
Mirren shook her head as she looked at the smile on Windsor Bellow's lips that she couldn't hide. Horn must have catered to his liking and was generous, which made his lord happy. Considering Windsor Bellow's money-loving personality, Mirren thought Horn might give her a ton of gold. The shiny metal was more attractive to Windsor Belo than the simple monetary figures.
At some point, this woman had the characteristics of a dragon.
Arthur's eyes were also illuminated by countless bright and fine pieces of light.
Of course, it wasn't gold that illuminated his eyes, but the light refracted by the winter snow on the ground. He was seriously building a snowman, one of his favorite things to do when he was a child. Of course, Arthur's snowman would definitely not be that simple. Often, he would add some other gadgets, things that were enough to frighten and anger his siblings.
But now, the snowman was only a snowman, and Arthur would no longer add anything else to it. The prank of his childhood had now transformed into something else.
"Young Master, are you looking for me?"
A girl's voice sounded behind him. Arthur stabbed a branch into the snowman and clapped his hands to stand up. Turning around to look at the millet girl, Arthur smiled gently.
Nana shivered when she saw his smile. It wasn't because of the cold weather, but because of Arthur's smile. Anyone familiar with him knew that the gentler Arthur smiled, the angrier he was.
She didn't know how she had annoyed Arthur.
"Dear Nana, come here." Arthur waved his hand and said softly.
Nana restrained her urge to turn around and run. She rubbed the corner of her clothes with both hands and walked over with her head lowered. Arthur reached out and gently swept her bangs. His fingers slid down her smooth cheek. "Perhaps I didn't make it clear enough before. Otherwise, why would you let Guman leave such a stupid thing as a suicide note? Especially when it mentions our respected Marshal Windsor Bellow. Hehe, this is not a suicide note. It's a letter of war to provoke a dispute between the old and the new parties. "
Arthur's fingertips were ice-cold, giving Nana goosebumps. Especially when it landed on the neck and didn't retract. Instead, with a flick of his finger, the buttons on his shirt popped open. A gust of cold wind immediately rolled into his clothes along the collar, causing Nana to tremble even more.
"Didn't Young Master say that it's good for us to fight between the old and the new parties?" Nana forced a smile and said, "So I thought maybe I could use Guman to do something."
"So I've wronged you?" Arthur's hand continued to move downwards, under his seemingly gentle finger. The shirt, buttons, and sweater seemed to be torn apart by an invisible pair of scissors, exposing Nana's smooth skin to the cold air.
"You know what? Nana, you shouldn't have done that. The old party and the new party are like a chess game. Unfortunately, this chess game is very big. It's so big that with our current strength, not to mention interfering, it's very difficult to even stay at the edge of the chess game. But look, you're actually trying to insert your hand into the core of the chess game. If you stretch your hand too far, be careful that you won't be able to take it back. " Arthur's smile became gentler. "Look at what you've done to the Guman family. You actually left his wife, Martha. Nana, you're still too kind. And kindness is exactly what people like us don't want. "
With a forceful wave of his hand, the clothes on Nana's body split open from the middle with a crash. When the wind blew, most of her upper body was exposed to the cold air. She bit her lips and forced herself not to cover her clothes, allowing the cold wind to blow on the sensitive areas of her body.
"Young Master, I know I was wrong."
"It's good that you know. I thought you were reassuring, but now I have to deal with the aftermath for you." Arthur shook his head and said, "Remember, this is the last chance I'll give you. We don't need mercy, but we have to know restraint. I think you'll know what happens when you look at Kodorf. "
Nana was still standing in the snow until Arthur left. It wasn't until someone brought her a coat that she was sure Arthur's punishment was over.
Two days later, Mirren found a female corpse in a dilapidated house on Black Street.
After receiving the order, the Red Wolf quickly found the source of Guman's information from Black Street. After that, an intelligence dealer gave up one of his clients. No matter how blind they were, the people of Black Street were not willing to offend a colossus like the Sirius Legion. By the time she found the woman named "Stelena", she had already turned into a corpse.
The woman committed suicide, and the gun in her hand and the shell on the ground said everything. Mirren was sure that she didn't even need to conduct a ballistic appraisal to confirm this. Moreover, it was certain that this was not the real Stelena. This was because when the Red Wolf investigated the deceased, it discovered that all the relevant information had been processed, and they could not find any clues.
The other party did it very cleanly, and it was precisely because it was too clean that Mirren must have died as a scapegoat.
He replied to Windsor Bellow with only one sentence, "The mouse went back into the sewer."
"I see. Come back. Don't worry about that mouse for now. Oh, by the way, warn those fellows from Black Street that if they dare to casually sell information about me in the future, let them do as they see fit. "
After ending the communication, Windsor Bellow looked at the gowns sent by Nono in distress. To choose one of these to attend Beth Cod's banquet was much more vexing to the marshal than the mouse.
Apart from Windsor Bellow, Allen was also troubled.
At this moment, he was in his wing tower house in Castle Ugarte. Previously, he had seen a large living space, but now it seemed crowded. Especially after Tonislaw squeezed in with his image design team, Allen could only silently watch as the sofa, long table, potted plants, and other furnishings in the living room were moved to a corner. Then it was filled with clothes racks, mirrors, and three-dimensional cutting tools.
To be honest, it was nice to see Tonislaw again. However, when the second lieutenant hugged and touched him and almost let his lipsticked lips touch his face, Allen had the urge to reach out and praise the devil. Fortunately, Tonislaw's passion for work overcame his perverted hobbies, which also saved his own life.
However, in the next few days, Allen could be considered to have witnessed the second lieutenant's stubbornness. He could even entangle the style and pattern of a bow tie for a long time. After staying in the wing tower for two days, Allen felt more tired than participating in a series of battles.
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