Chapter 161
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A few days later.
The Terre Street Magistrate received a report. In a small house in a remote street under their jurisdiction, there was a highly decomposed body soaked in a wooden barrel. The first person to find the body was a nearby neighbor.
In a long time of fine weather, the rotten smell of the body came out and exposed the body. When the people from the Magistrate hurriedly arrived, they immediately saw a horrifying scene. This highly decomposed corpse was sitting upright in the wooden barrel, his hands were clasped together as if he was praying. There were two steel nails pierced through his chest.
The magistrate recognized the clothes of the corpse at a glance. It was the deacon uniform of the magistrate.
This was like a deep water bomb, causing great waves.
After identifying the identity of the body, all the magistrate branches in the entire commercial district were alarmed.
As a top force independent of the aristocracy, the military and the Holy Church, this was the most serious trauma and provocation suffered by the magistrate in the past five years. For a time, the magistrate put this case on the highest execution list.
The day after Huey's body was found, people found another highly decomposed body in a sewer outside the magistrate. After identification, it was Huey's coachman.
The investigators sent by the magistrate found the owner of the house in the first place. He was a fat middle-aged man. When he was brought into the magistrate's interrogation room, he was scared to the point of collapse.
"Where were you at eight o 'clock on the 17th?"
"At home. It was raining heavily. I was with my family."
"I heard that your house was rented out. Do you remember the appearance of the renter?"
"I don't remember. He was wearing a hood and kept his head down. It was too dark, so I didn't pay much attention. But I remember that his body was very thin."
"When you signed the lease contract, didn't you see his identity card?"
"I asked him for it, but he said he didn't have it with him. Later, he said he would only rent it for a week. He gave me ten silver coins. I, I rented it to him."
"Humph, a money-grubber."
In the investigation of the owner of the house, the magistrate obtained very limited information. The only thing they could confirm was that the murderer was a man and it was a planned and premeditated assassination.
However, the magistrate naturally wouldn't let go of the death of a deacon. The corpse and the scene were tightly protected. The magistrate transferred two senior knights to investigate the information left by the murderer.
The first thing that caught their attention was the two steel nails. They were sent to the magistrate for inspection. It didn't take long for them to find two kinds of blood stains on the steel nails. One was Huey's and the other was unknown blood.
Although they could not find the murderer through the blood, the magistrate quickly found the source of the steel nails – Thorn Flower Prison.
In addition to the steel nails, the Magistrate also found a few rose petals at the scene. Therefore, all the flower beds and flower shops on Terre Street were strictly inspected.
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On the other side of the business district, Yard Town.
A carriage drove in and stopped in front of an inn. A pale-skinned youth alighted from the carriage and entered the inn with a bouquet of crimson roses in his hands.
Dong, dong ~!
The door opened.
"Dean?" Joseph was pleasantly surprised when he saw Dudian: "Come in, you finally came back."
Dudian entered the spacious room. Joseph was the only one in the room. He asked: "Barton and Kroen?"
"They went to collect information. They will be back soon." Joseph was surprised when he saw Dudian holding the flowers: "Why did you change it?"
"The previous ones have withered." Dean smiled and poured himself a cup of hot tea. After a moment he smelled Barton and Kroen appearing in his perception range. Both of them returned to the hotel.
"How was it?" Dudian asked them.
Barton and Kroen were surprised to see Dudian. It was as if they had found their backbone. Both of them looked at each other. Barton said: "These days we have asked everywhere. From butchers to shop owners. They said that the Ryan family is a small aristocratic family. The patriarch is called Fulin Ryan. He is 62 years old. His wife died a long time ago. He has four children. The eldest son is 48 years old.
Dean listened to the information from the two.
"Due to the decline of the Ryan family, there are only two teams of knights in the Ryan family. Each team has ten knights and around thirty squires, for a total of fifty people. Moreover, I heard that many of these knights aren't regular knights, so they haven't received a medal of honor from the Knight's Hall. It's just that the old patriarch wanted to save face, so he recruited some apprentice knights into the team to increase the number of knights and make it look better."
After a moment, all three of them finished talking.
Dudian nodded. He got up and said: "Wait for me here. I'm going out."
"Where?" Barton asked.
Dudian smiled: "I'm going to visit the patriarch."
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The night came.
The castle on the high slope outside the town was brightly lit.
Knights and squires were on duty in every corner of the castle. The work of guarding the castle day after day was extremely boring, and they were already tired of seeing the scenery that was always repeating itself. Furthermore, the guards all knew that even the stupidest thief would not come here to look for treasures. It was no different from looking for water in the desert or fire in the ocean.
The guards stood together and chatted about interesting things they had heard recently. They wanted the night to pass as soon as possible.
In the huge dining hall of the castle, Old Fulin was sitting at the head of the long table. His children and grandchildren were sitting on both sides of the table. One of the older granddaughters was handing her baby to the nanny so that she could take it to breastfeed.
A huge chandelier was hanging on the top of the dining table. The oil lamp was yellow. It was the lamp oil used by ordinary residents.
After dinner, the children got up and saluted the old patriarch. They went back to their respective rooms to rest or play.
"Grandpa, I mentioned to you last time about opening a shop on Wall Street. What do you think?" One of the young men, who was about twenty years old, asked the old patriarch who was sitting at the head of the table.
Old Fulin slowly looked up at him: "I have investigated. Although Wall Street is bustling but the rent is too high. The profit you want to sell is too low. It's not enough to earn back the rent, let alone make money to subsidize your family."
The young man's face slightly changed: "Grandpa, I don't want to sell junk. I have found a master craftsman to forge good swords and knives. I can sell them at a high price. As long as you lend me some money to rent the shop, I will definitely make a profit!"
"You are too young." Old Fulin sighed: "You go and investigate the other shops near Wall Street. If you think that the things you sell are better than the other shops then come back to me. Don't treat the customers as fools. They are very smart."
"Grandpa!" The young man hurriedly said.
"Hugh, don't be rude!" The middle-aged man next to him shouted.
The young man lowered his head and threw away the fork in his hand. He turned away and left.
The middle-aged man looked at the old patriarch: "Father, please don't be offended. The child is not sensible and impatient."
"He is still young. After a few years of tempering, he will understand." Old Fulin sighed but didn't say anything. He picked up the crutches from the table and got up. The maid next to him helped him back to the room.
Old Fulin covered his chest and coughed softly. The middle-aged maid next to him quickly took out a bottle from the container and handed it to him.
The old patriarch poured out two red pills and swallowed them. His cough eased a little. He waved his hand to let the maid withdraw.
The middle-aged maid withdrew. Old Fulin slowly came to the desk next to the bed. He lit the oil lamp and took out a magnifying glass from the drawer. He started to read the books on the table.
"Patriarch, you are in a good mood." Suddenly a voice echoed from the dark corner of the room.
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